C260 The Chosen One Fell Again

"Blood Offering Demon Art!"

The cluster of blood in Yang Zhen's hand suddenly turned into thin threads. The thin threads began to twist like small snakes. Finally, they turned into a bloody mist and dissipated on Yang Zhen's skin, causing his skin to be covered with a layer of blood.

This was not the end. Yang Zhen once again spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. Under the guidance of his control