"Tang Sect people, how did they all turn into such ghostly figures? It's as if they've lost their minds!"
Nie Renwang frowned as he stared at the corpses on the ground, his expression grave and filled with an ominous premonition.
"They must have all accidentally consumed or come into contact with the blood of the Fire Qilin. Unable to resist the invasion of the evil nature within the blood, they ended up like this."
Jiang Dali looked at the similar scales on several bodies and said seriously.
"What?"
Nie Renwang's pupils shrank, and he couldn't help but think of the Mad Blood within his own body. Staring at the things on the ground that were neither human nor ghost, he felt a chill crawl over his scalp.
"They've lost their most basic rationality and emotions, and they fight fiercely without fear of death. Such monsters are too terrifying."
Bai Ting carefully observed and shook his head.
