"My treasure!" The Daoist hurried forward to pick up the treasure sword, his voice full of panic.
"Daoist, what's wrong with your treasure?" The military leader quickly asked with concern.
"That strange creature possesses a powerful power of filth that can even invade divine power. Although my treasure sword cut down that monster, it was tainted by the creature's foul aura. Without half a month of sacrificial refining and nurturing, I'm afraid it can't be used again." The Daoist carefully put away the treasure sword, then looked towards where the Blood God Child had fallen. "I have to see what kind of creature this is that possesses such a filthy power."
At this time, the martial artist and the Daoist came forward together, but there were no traces of bloodstains on the ground, and it was completely impossible to see any sign of the Blood God Child having fallen, as if the Blood God Child had vanished into thin air.
"What kind of ghostly thing is this?"
