"Master, there are Blood Corpses!" Little Boo detected something amiss.
"You felt them?"
"Mhmm." Little Boo nodded its head, "The Blood Corpses, they're going after those living people."
Lu Mingshu and Xun Zining's complexions changed. This was bad news; if the Blood Corpses tore those living people apart, they would also turn into Blood Corpses, and by then, their strength would be even greater.
"Little Boo, take us there now!"
"Okay!"
...
Senior Brother Ma gasped for breath, looking at the Blood Corpses in front of him.
Not many, just two.
But these two Blood Corpses made him realize what it meant to be powerless.
They couldn't be killed!
His severed limbs were clearly chopped off, yet those limbs wriggled and reattached themselves.
So disgusting!
He now understood why Senior Brother Song and Junior Sister Ban had such terrified expressions when they returned.
This thing surpassed their usual experience and knowledge.
