Only a thousand and eight hundred Great Zen Masters could cleanse the prairie of its evil Qi.
Just as everyone began to relax and detach after the battle, a movement again stirred in the deathly quiet Jianchuan City.
Nearly a hundred blood shadows swooped toward them like locusts, led by an ugly man with red hair, green eyes, and staggered fangs.
The Blood Slaves floating beside him still vaguely resembled their appearances from when they were alive.
But the already exhausted Liu Clan Army couldn't worry about that anymore. The warriors of the Fierce Realm, having fought continuously day and night, no longer had the strength to face the situation at hand.
After all, everyone understood that the ability to float was a sign of the Fierce Realm. Although there were only a little more than a hundred Blood Slaves, this time they couldn't use a mindless strategy to lure and kill.
