C1188 The Extinct Nightmare of Blood

A strong smell of blood assaulted his face. Ao Lingchen stared at the stairs in front of him with killing intent and blood stains on his face.

The blood stains had dyed the steps red, as if there was blood flowing on them.

A kick to heaven and a kick to hell, this was the perfect moment.

Just a second ago, Ao Lingchen was still feeling the holy and holy energy, but at this moment