Growls echoed through the streets of Yanbao City—bestial, inhuman snarls that sent chills down the spine. The Blood Spirit Corpses, their eyes glowing crimson and claws sharp as blades, mindlessly pursued any living target they locked onto, attacking without rest.  0

Ling Feng and his group had no intention of engaging these creatures unnecessarily. If they could concoct an antidote, these victims might still be saved. There was no need for further bloodshed.  0

They sprinted toward the city center. According to the Despicable Donkey, the Blood God Cult always occupied the city lord's mansion in every town they...0