Watch with interest what is about to happen. In his opinion, Condensation and Blood Dance must be to save his life, and he did not hesitate to kill his siblings and relatives to ask for a way out.

  "Stop, what are you going to do!" An almost frantic shout came from the front of the Demon Cavalry Formation, and it was not Condensation, nor Jun Mo, nor the other remaining members of the Shadow Mist Clan, but Renault, who was originally going to watch the play. Because Renault had promised Mirror Heart in advance that Netherworld and He Xi would be handed over to them to deal with, and now that such a change had happened, he was worried that he would not be able to explain to the ghost clan, so he became anxious.

  Follow Renault's gaze. With He Xi's angry and defenseless face, Blood Dance slashed through the latter's chest, and another palm was imprinted on his chest, and then condensed a palm-sized formation on it, making He Xi unable to move. Then, there was a trace of blood-red light in the middle of the miniature formation, which was connected to the wound on Huameng's neck, and the blood flowed up from it, quickly pouring into He Xi's chest.

  "He's not going to die, you see, Lord Reynolds, my mother and I are going to put on a good show with my brother. After doing everything, Blood Dance licked the blood on the knife and raised a seductive smile. And those minotaurs, seeing this scene, couldn't help but feel a commotion. If Renault doesn't forcibly stop these restless minotaurs, let alone He Xi, it is estimated that it will be difficult for him to even keep the Netherworld.

  Evil power poured in from his chest, although He Xi didn't know what his mother and Blood Dance wanted to do, but he knew very well that this crazy influx of energy was the blood of the painting dream that he brought with his own hands. No matter how great the pain and pain are, he can't hide the almost heartbreaking feeling at this time, and He Xi constantly struggles to disconnect this energy, wanting to save the painting dream that is about to be sucked dry by himself. But he found that not only could he not control his body, but even his brain slowly began to become unclear.

  Jun Mo woke up from the shock of the scenes, raised the sword in his hand and was about to step forward to stop Blood Dance's crazy move. Almost at the same time, there was a sharp pain in his back, and then the whole person flew straight out, crashing to the ground along with a few unlucky guys in the Demon Cavalry. "Condensation!Are you crazy!What the hell do you want to do!" Jun Mo, who had no time to care about his situation, sat down on the ground and asked with a roar like a beast.

  "Hahaha, crazy, yes, I've been crazy for a long time!" condensation laughed with a strange madness in his expression. "More than 500 years ago, I went crazy when I heard the news of my husband's death."

  It turned out that more than 500 years ago, Condensed Fujun, the patriarch of the Shadow Mist Clan at that time, died in a regional dispute. And after Condensation rushed to the battlefield, not only did he not see the body of his husband, but he was also humiliated by the high-level of the rival family in turn, and what was even worse was that this matter was not over. After the higher-ups had tasted every inch of condensed skin, she was thrown to the soldiers. Just when she was in despair, she saw a glimmer of hope and seized the opportunity to escape.

  Condensation for the rest of her life after the catastrophe conceived a child, and that child was the painting dream, and it is unknown who the father of the painting dream was. Since then, Condensation has seemed to be a different person, not only slaughtering the family that humiliated her in the first place, but also recruiting troops, training soldiers, and then fighting all year round. Jun Mo, also at that time, changed from an ordinary martial demon clan to a general of the Shadow Mist Clan, and followed Condensation all the way to the east and west. It wasn't until the situation in the Rakshasa Kingdom after the split slowly calmed down that the Shadow Mist Clan, which was originally outside the hundreds, jumped to the top ten, and in the next few hundred years, this position has not changed.

  "Hahahaha, Renault, do you think you won? hahaha?" Condensation suddenly changed her words, and then laughed maniacally, her smile at this moment was even more eerie than the ghost clan's mirror heart.

  Hearing Condensation's words, Renault looked at He Xi in confusion.

  At this time, He Xi's two-color pupils flashed with purple and red light, and there was a touch of evil and gloomy on his handsome face splashed with blood