He flashed a smile.
"Now the God of Blood is very weak, you should definitely be able to escape," he said.
"..."
The mare thought about it, looked at Ahtal's gentle smile, and chose to trust him, feeling that Ahtal would not deceive her.
Without her, who would carry Ahtal everywhere in the future?
With this thought, she stamped her eight feet on the ground and disappeared on the spot like lightning, rushing towards the direction of the Temple of Blood.
She moved so fast that Mist had no chance to say goodbye.
"Ah... Truly a Hero, it's good that you understand," the red-haired woman laughed mockingly, "You chose to stay behind alone to delay for the sake of your companions."
She raised both hands, and the skin on both sides began to surge.
"Bang!" Blood splattered as if a balloon had exploded, sending skin flying in all directions, revealing the muscles and blood vessels beneath.
This was not merely self-mutilation but for the purpose of bleeding efficiently.
