C65 The Weakest Blood Spirit

Sure enough.

The mutated Blood Spirit behaved just as Lin Yuan had anticipated. Its body burst open once more, transforming into a thick mass of blood that effortlessly pierced through the encasing net before reassembling into a human form. A sinister grin spread across its malevolent face as it charged toward the human who had cast the net.

Not far off, Lin Yuan's serpentine form shuddered