"You all come and help."
Zhao Yan said, already taking out various sized glass and ceramic bottles from a backpack on her body.
Offhandedly, she threw two glass bottles to Xiao Mu and Wang Tong, beckoning them to come and help.
Meanwhile she herself squatted down, using a ceramic bottle to collect blood from the severed body of the demon.
This demon, even its blood carried a strong and pungent smell, as if one would be corrupted by its sinister aura and lose their life upon inhaling it.
While the three of them were powerful mutated beings, they didn't feel much from it.
However, the three of them had no doubt that if ordinary people were to smell this kind of blood, they would surely die on the spot.
This demon, though injured and unconscious, was still rapidly healing.
Quickly, its wound was rapidly scabbing over, and the blood vessels were also blocked, preventing more blood from flowing out.
