When they saw how Huang Xiaolong appeared before them, Yan San and the others snapped back to reality. Their expressions were grim, and two sickles appeared in Yan San’s hands. The sickles were crimson red, and they were stained with the blood of a holy devil. 

As soon as they appeared, the cries of devils could be heard in the air around them. The skies turned red as if blood was going to drip from the void.

Yu Sheng’s expression changed drastically when he saw the sickles. “Is this… Is this the Blood Demon Sickles?!”

“What? Blood Demon Sickles?!” Fang Jing screamed in fright.

The Blood Demon Sickles was the artifact of the Blood Demon Dao Venerable back then!

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