C671 The Battle of Blood Clan

As the voice echoed, seven crimson orbs plummeted from the heavens, engulfing the corpse puppet whole.

Simultaneously, the scent of blood was overpowering as a formidable palm strike hurtled toward Elder Ding's back.

Taken aback at first, Elder Ding's shock quickly turned to rage. "Old Xiao, you've come to stir up trouble too?"

With a swift pivot