Chapter 907: War Dragon in the Heavens

The world had darkened; a blood-scented wind howled. Time seemed to freeze into eternity in that instant. The Bloodlust host recoiled in terror. Every gaze tilted up toward the sky, where the figure who looked like both a war god and a demon king dangled a dripping head in his fist. It was the Blood Venerable's head, and that sight was too gruesome to look at directly. "Who else?" Frank Yale's roar shook heaven and earth. Thunder boomed in rolling peals. The ranks of Bloodlust Hall trembled as...