"You can't outlast me, Hunter!"
In the sky, that twisted existence emitted a threatening voice that seemed neither male nor female.
The Wild Ranger Spirit looked at the opponent again, frowning deeply.
This was the eighth day of their battle.
Up until now, the Wild Ranger Spirit had destroyed tens of thousands of blood pool altars.
Yet even so, the number of blood pools seemed endless.
Every time it was slain, a stream of blood energy would swiftly escape, then burst again far away.
This creature is simply an endlessly resurrecting monster!
Although the Wild Ranger Spirit's power could suppress it, as the opponent said.
It had been setting things up in the Land of the Abandoned Gods for who knows how long, and the number of blood pool altars far surpassed the Wild Ranger Spirit's imagination.
No matter how many times the Wild Ranger Spirit killed it, it could always resurrect.
Facing such an undead enemy is truly despairing.
