But as they drew closer to the long street, the masters began to waver.
The Blood Fiend's evil Qi was simply too intense; they felt at a loss on how to proceed, except for one middle-aged man dressed as a Taoist who was fearless and began to draw symbols with accmulated Spiritual Power.
"Cinnabar Fire Cloud, command heaven and earth. Capture Demon Qi above, slay evil miasma below. Lightning flashes continuously, wind blows without cease. Transform true form, pay homage to the emperor. Flying Thunder Talisman, fall!"
He cast the spiritual talisman towards the sky, and as he chanted the runes, the talisman transformed into a thundercloud, booming loudly as several bolts of lightning struck towards the blood cloud.
The Taoist squinted, a smug smile flickering across his lips, confronting the Blood Fiend's contamination which ordinary people desperately avoided.
