Yin Hongfei enlarged the attic above his head and firmly protected his fellow clansmen. Darting forward as instructed by Yin Qitian, he struck his chest fiercely.
With a crisp snap of bone-breaking sound, a drop of silver, shimmering blood was spat out by Yin Hongfei, followed by the second, and the third... until all five drops of blood were forced out. The originally Taiyi Realm Yin Hongfei had long since fallen to the Xuanxian Realm, his complexion pale as paper, devoid of any color.
Barely holding up his severely injured body, Yin Hongfei slightly raised his hand, shooting the five drops of silvery-white blood toward five directions of the water area.
Given Yin Hongfei's current condition, to say nothing of propelling the blood thousands of miles, even five miles seemed difficult. But for some reason, the five drops of blood, after being flicked by Yin Hongfei, shot out like lightning toward the distance, vanishing without a trace in the blink of an eye.
