Chapter 1815

The palm that was rushing toward Spencer was huge. It was entirely overwhelming. The situation had changed rapidly and took an unexpected turn. Even for a master at Tribulation Crossing, Spencer couldn’t move a single inch as the slap came at him. He froze in place like a wooden puppet and watched as the slap landed heavily on his face. Boom! Spencer flew through the air, hitting the wall heavily. The wall was not damaged, as expected, but his body had been brutally smashed. He coughed out mouthfuls of blood. The leader of the Blood Shuras was unforgiving, charging over after that blow. Spencer understood that the most challenging moment in his life had come. Roar! “Mighty dragon of the divine blood, blood sacrifice of my honor! “With my flesh and blood, I call upon the gods!” Spencer roared, and the blood energy in him boiled. His clothes shredded to pieces, and a series of cracks appeared on his body, and fresh blood gushed out from him, forming a pool of blood under his f