Shen Chao took a sharp breath in as he looked at the situation and felt that things were getting extremely dangerous.
At this point, it didn't matter whether the fiends were able to beat him or not. Regardless of the outcome, one thing was sure and it was the fact that none of them were safe and might not even make it out alive.
Shen Chao bit into his finger and took out a small pocket knife. He rubbed his blood on the knife and chanted something under his breath.
The knife started shaking a little and a few drops of cold sweat formed on Shen Chao's forehead as he tightly held onto the knife and kept chanting.
"What are you doing?" Duan Luoyang worriedly asked as he noticed Shen Chao's odd behavior.
"Something risky that you won't like," Shen Chao answered in between his chants.
