Baili An's face turned pale, and he pushed away the face approaching him: "Is this really the time to be talking about these things?"
Just as the two were quarreling, the twisted blood vessels and sinews around them subsided into a dormant silence, as if hibernating.
Even the tense standoff between Yun Rong and Arao hadn't provoked them into a violent outburst.
Baili An's gaze swept over the ground, seeing the blood-red tendrils, thick as pythons, seemingly withering into dormancy.
In a hissing sound, the scarlet entities started dissolving into mist, with the giant blood vessels becoming thin and transparent. Within them, vaguely visible were figures wrapped within, resembling countless silhouettes.
The silhouettes glowed in a haunting green, like emerald phantoms sealed in amber.
Judging by their contours, most appeared to be feminine, with long hair, pointed ears, and alluring bodies.
