Even as the young man’s anxious voice echoed out, he shot into the blood cloud without a moment of thought given to his personal safety.

At the same time, his subordinates erupted with battle prowess. Those subordinates were from a guard contingent this young man’s clan had assigned to him to keep him safe. They all had extraordinary cultivation bases, and given how many of them there were, not even the special blood clouds could stand up to them.

Rumbling booms echoed out as the blood clouds were ripped apart as if by a giant pair of invisible hands. As they collapsed, three figures appeared!

One was Yue Dong, her expression cold as she pulsed with a baleful aura. Her hands were flashing in an incantation gesture, causing immortal skill fluctuations to roll out. Another of the figures was a zombie puppet with a swarthy face, who appeared to be only seven or eight years old. He was opposite of Yue Dong, and together, they were using magic to bind Sir Blood Dust in place.

The immortal skill fluctuations coming off of Yue Dong and the zombie puppet caused a host of seven-colored threads to wrap around Sir Blood Dust, many of which were connected to his fate. If things continued in this manner, it wouldn’t be very long before Sir Blood Dust was assimilated by the immortal skill. Sir Blood Dust was currently struggling, but it wasn’t doing him any good.