Watching everything that's happening.

It was him, confirming that the Master of the World had indeed come, he immediately activated the magic array at the first moment, cutting off the extreme point of the Earth Vein, severing the passage between the two worlds.

At this moment, he smiled and said, "What a plump fish, catching you is equivalent to catching four little worlds, hehe."

Then, his eyes widened.

At this moment, his face was ferocious, with tusks protruding from his mouth.

All of this was exposed because he used all his strength.

His eyes had no whites or pupils, all were blood-red, like fresh blood.

Two beams of blood light shot from his eyes, shooting towards Small Knife.

Knowing that the opponent is the Master of the World, even if he himself is only at the Fourth Realm, he naturally used his full strength.

As a Level 10 Blood Race Lord, his full-force blood eyes were naturally a magic unique to the Blood Race, a Divine Technique.

Moreover, it was obtained only after becoming a Lord.

And it can only be cast once a month.

Generally, a Nascent Soul, that is, a Fifth Realm powerhouse, the highest realm allowed by a little world, would also melt into blood when hit.

Of course, the strongest aspect is its speed, extremely fast.

So fast that Small Knife couldn't dodge it.

He was approaching the Blood Dragon King who warned him to flee.

Although it was just a few steps.

He only got halfway.

The two beams of blood light fell on him.

In a blur, he saw two blood-colored bats bite into his body.

Too fast.

Definitely the speed of the Fifth Realm.

Small Knife had encountered quite a few Nascent Soul cultivators, but rarely ones with such speed.

That's why he got hit.

And then he was stopped.

The Spiritual Artifact Robe emitted a glow.

No need to activate it, Small Knife's strength couldn't activate it in time.

The Artifact Spirit automatically defended with instinct alone.

This is the benefit of a Spiritual Artifact.

However, seeing the intensity of the light, the stored energy of the Spiritual Artifact Robe was rapidly depleting, showing the power of these two beams of blood light.

"What a treasure." The Blood Race Lord was shocked, but not surprised.

As the Master of the World, having a protective treasure from forums, bought from other worlds, wasn't surprising. Moreover, this one had four little worlds.

Although it was luck, because those little worlds were too weak.

It was obvious that when choosing, the connection was made, different from his side.

He sighed.

The Blood Race Lord tore the magic scroll in his hand.

The magic scroll had been in his hand, reluctant to use it, naturally it was extremely valuable.

Of course, this item also came from the world forums, a treasure purchased at a high price from other worlds.

Once torn open.

The scroll instantly turned to ash.

The spot where Small Knife was, four square meters, disappeared.

The Blood Race Lord smirked, thus perfectly bypassing the opponent's defense.

No matter how strong the defense, it was useless.

Moved his location.

This had the function of the treasure, and the authority of the Master of the World.

It's not that he, as the Lord, had the authority of the Master of the World, but this magic scroll, blessed by the local Master of the World, had a sliver of the Master's authority, able to move the target area.

Because there would be no harm, any defense was ineffective.

Dodging was impossible.

The two beams of blood light fired earlier, served both offensive and probing purposes.

If those couldn't be dodged, this more advanced method naturally couldn't be either.

Moved away, to the World Core, where, haha, no need to worry himself.

Huh!

Not right?

No system prompt.

Under the reflection of the mirror light, a figure appeared, not far away, right behind the Blood Dragon King.

Indeed, it was Small Knife.

To get here, naturally relied on another Spiritual Artifact, the Celestial Observation Mirror (Secondary).

This time, it was Small Knife who activated it actively.

He naturally wouldn't foolishly wait for the opponent to make a move.

The reason he could evade.

Was because, before the opponent could attack, Small Knife activated the Celestial Observation Mirror, aimed not at avoiding enemy attacks, but at the Blood Dragon King.

More precisely, it was where the Blood Dragon King was standing.

The most core of the extreme point of the Earth Vein.

The opponent was a moment slower than him, so naturally, it missed.

The space where Small Knife stood just now was transferred away.

This kind of space fluctuation.

The Spiritual Celestial Observation Mirror sensed it.

Small Knife also received the prompt.

Even though the Celestial Observation Mirror had space capability, it wasn't specifically for defending against space forces, what just happened probably wouldn't have been able to block it forcefully either.

Clearly, that spatial transfer ability was not only strange but extremely terrifying in power.

Even the Celestial Observation Mirror, which possessed spatial capabilities, couldn't block it.

At this moment, the Blood Race Lord was directly shocked.

A surefire move had failed.

Small Knife wouldn't wait foolishly, with a stretch of his hand, he slapped the contorted, struggling Blood Dragon King.

Immediately the Blood Dragon King disappeared.

Naturally entered Personal Space.

Don't misunderstand.

Not specifically to save him.

But because of the position he was standing in.

At the same time, a streak of Spirit Talismans appeared behind Small Knife.

Naturally, they were Nascent Soul Level Dragon Skin Talismans.

This was currently the highest level Spirit Talisman that could be manufactured through simulations in Personal Space.

Made of precious materials, with few in number.

The strongest has already reached the full-power strike of the Peak of Nascent Soul.

And all are activated in Personal Space; once out, they directly explode as Spirit Talismans.

Otherwise, once he activates a single one, not to mention the consumption of spiritual power, the time taken to fully activate would be enough for the opponent to attack again.

In other little worlds, the attention of each of Small Knife's clones is also significantly divided into Personal Space, always ready to provide support.

This time, the enemy was unexpectedly strong.

A Fifth Realm little world was already the limit of a little world.

The Blood Race Lord was shocked, unable to believe it, when his trump card failed, suddenly sensed a powerful energy source.

Each one was the extreme power that he, as the Lord, could unleash, also the limit that this world could bear.

Even the Fifth Realm powerhouses of this world, at the pinnacle of the world, couldn't unleash such extreme attacks.

What he could achieve was mainly due to being the Lord, possessing the extreme point of the world Earth Vein as the core.

Now, more than ten have appeared.

Hastily looked over.

Damn it! Peak of the Fifth Realm magic scrolls? So many.

Attacks of various attributes were already roaring in.

The blood mist all around seemed to also hinder.

This was not an array, yet it had a similar function as an array.

A First Realm attack in this blood mist would be devoured and vanish within a single breath.

Even a Second Realm attack would last at most five breaths.

A Third Realm attack's power was generally suppressed.

This applied to attacks.

Similarly, Blood Race players in the blood mist had their strength increased by 50 levels, unable to break realms, but with multiple auxiliary effects.

If not Blood Race, within the blood mist, one would gradually be assimilated, eventually becoming a presence similar to a Blood Servant.

The commands of the Blood Race could not be disobeyed, providing blood as sustenance for the Blood Race.

As the Fifth Realm Lord, the Blood Race Lord instinctively retreated rapidly, at the same time slashed with his hand.

The surrounding blood mist surged, blocking in front of him, like a blood-colored waterfall.

This was his territory, and this blood mist was also formed using the Earth Vein Core as energy, which he possessed.

Controlling Blood Dance could block the Fifth Realm.

This was his domain, his territory, he was the king, the lord.

Except for the Master of the World, he was the greatest.

Bang!

The blood-colored waterfall was directly torn apart.

It could block the Fifth Realm, but unfortunately, this captive's attack was at the Peak of the Fifth Realm, the upper limit of attacks in this world.

If there was enough time, he could rely on the extreme point of the Earth Vein as the core, gathering surrounding blood mist to form the strongest defense, he might have blocked this attack without breaking.

But now, there simply wasn't enough time.

Even so, the blood-colored waterfall exploded; though shattered, it was considered to have blocked this attack.

However.

This was just the power of one Dragon Skin Talisman.

More bombardments followed.

Bang!

It could be said that the blood-colored waterfall bought a moment.

At the moment of impact, the Blood Race Lord let out a strange cry, and his body exploded, turning into a sky full of bats.

Each was only the size of a fingertip.

Leaving behind a trail of blood lines, they scattered and fled, one could only see a glimmer of blood, showing how fast they were.

If he had known the power of the Dragon Skin Talisman beforehand, at this speed, he might indeed have been able to dodge ahead of time.

But now, the attack had arrived.

Various attributes, Peak of the Fifth Realm spells engulfed this space.

Upon convergence, it seemed as if they would tear apart the void.

It seemed the power of multiple Dragon Skin Talismans was about to exceed the limits allowed by this world.