C97 The Battle Corpse on the Seventh Floor of the Ancient Desolate Altar!

Blood Devil was consumed by regret and hatred as he struggled to say, "Heads... heads."

Lu Feng opened his hands to reveal the Soul Coin with its tails side up, a bloodthirsty grin spreading across his face. "Wrong!"

With a flick of his wrist, a carving knife materialized, slicing through Blood Devil's wrist and sending blood spraying out