After a while, Honglian broke free and said, "Thanks to you, but I'm still too weak. I still need a large amount of blood essence, at least a hundred people."
"Alright, I'll get it for you tonight," Sangji said, his breathing growing heavier.
"I knew you treated me the best," Honglian said with a coquettish laugh.
Outside the tent, bloodlines hidden on the ground slowly spread outwards, but the Barbarian Tribe was completely unaware. Their priest, Sangrong, was dead, and nobody else could detect these anomalies.
After a while, the Beast Pets sleeping outside became agitated one by one. They could communicate with their owners, but they had no idea what was happening; they just felt restless, eager to hunt, as if the killing instinct in their bones had been amplified.
"Brother, what's going on?" One Beast Pet owner asked a nearby young man while comforting his pet.
