Blood drips from the body, spilling like water from a burst pipe. The viscous liquid of life escapes from the already dead shell, heading towards its summoner.
From an aerial view of the plaza, a crimson figure can be seen at the center of expanding circles of bright scarlet lotus. Life is withering, the soul is blooming, all with a touch of the eerie.
Many disciples of Yunquan Fist, who were engaged in close combat with the Blood Spirit Association members, did not have time to react when their opponents had fallen first.
Regardless of whether the body, parasitized by Dead Blood, had died long ago, once they leave, all strength would be drained from the living body, leaving the skin as pale and dull as a corpse's.
Many humans coexisting with Incorruptible Level Dead Blood revealed looks of terror, attempting to flee but were killed by something within their bodies before they could even take a step. All their strength was drained and became a part of their blood.
