Lancelot certainly didn't care about that; his blood, rich in Spiritual Power, if spilled on the ground, might even sprout some heavenly treasures. It was a case of making the best of waste if his little Vampires could lick it clean. What did the bamboo slips about Spiritual Cultivation say again? "Don't let the rich water flow into others' fields."
The good news was that this seemed to be the last command that shocked him, and Lancelot had finally freed himself from the groggy state. Moreover, he had dragged on the time long enough, one by one, the Demons' Flight Spells began to fail.
The bad news was that while he ran around like a headless fly, the enemy had already completed their encirclement. Lancelot had just taken a few steps forward when he immediately retreated.
In front of him, three Tempting Demons smirked as they walked out from behind the tree trunks, completely blocking his escape route.
