There was no time for Zhao Hai to think. The other blood fiends had already pounced on him. Zhao Hai didn't have time to think either. He moved fiercely and waved the iron mace in his hand. One by one, the blood fiends turned into a blood ball and disappeared in front of him. He had blocked the attack of one blood Fiend by himself, but no matter how many blood fiends there were, they couldn't pass through Zhao Hai's defense.
The strength of these blood fiends wasn't weak. Each of them had the strength of the bichen stage. However, these blood fiends were unable to even last a single round against Zhao Hai. This kind of strength made all the disciples of the unallowing sect look at him with surprise.
