939: Chapter 925: The Doomsday of the Blood Disciple 939: Chapter 925: The Doomsday of the Blood Disciple The massacre within the shadows continued unabated, or rather, a slaughter.
In a cluster of steam pipelines, blood-colored fog occasionally coalesced into human shapes, then transford into blood birds, assailing with a series of claw attacks, blood poison, and rending bites.
Facing such intangible yet difficult-to-defend attacks, a group of the Exotic Races fought while retreating, unable to widen the gap, with nowhere to go back to.
The blood-colored mist was omnipresent, and the attacks often appeared suddenly within it, while your counterattacks were dood to miss.
This was the signature ability of the Blood Feast, “Blood Mist Transformation,” developed by those who followed a certain path to the Silver Decrees.
It was a curse, but also an application of technique…
This was a high-level application of the “Foot” among the Four Techniques, but it had already deviated from the righteous path.
The normal “Foot” was more of an “evasion technique,” a “close-body technique,” or even an “invincible technique.”
Like the other Four Techniques, its principle was extrely simple, Law Professionals had already been “contaminated” and could, for a short ti, fuse their bodies with the pollution, creating what’s known as a “tangling hand” technique, causing considerable direct damage or defensive effects.
So, could one go a step further…
“Damn it, what kind of ability is this, why are my attacks ineffectual…”
An Exotic Races individual with a lion-like head despaired, his eerie curved blade easily passed through the mist.
And in the next mont, the blood-colored claws once again carved a deep gash on his body.
You’re allowed to hit , but I’m not allowed to hit you…
This is how disgusting it is before its “Blood Mist Transformation” is deciphered.
“Retreat…”
Finally, gritting his teeth, Damu chose to fall back.
He was an exiled leader of the Fate Lion Clan, and if his strength was translated to professional standards, he would also be above Decree-level.
But now, facing such a nauseating attack technique, he chose to retreat logically.
This ti, Lu Wang, having transford into a “Water Wolf” through Blood Dance, didn’t continue the pursuit either.
Who knows how many tis they’d clashed by now, and he was aware that the lion-headed figure, though appearing to be pumled grievously, would, if allowed a few more breaths, heal his wounds at high speed.
Was this formidable life force a racial trait or an ability of their profession system?
Lu Wang didn’t know, but he did know that if he continued to maintain Blood Mist Transformation, he might be the one to die.
“…I need a ‘hot drink’ now.”
Lu Wang, who had just recovered from Blood Mist Transformation, had a skin eerily pale, with lips so dry and white they resembled those of a corpse.
This was one of the prices of “Blood Dance.”
It wasn’t a regular “Foot,” as the na of the normal “Foot technique” suggested, it was a professional “evasion” thod, which sought a short-duration burst.
In an instant, one would completely “pollute” oneself to gain a short period of incorporeality, a state of being specially altered.
Depending on the “coiling” pollution, common effects of foot techniques included “Instant Elent Transformation,” “Short-range Teleportation,” “Spirit Body Transformation (Lower level Cat Abnormal Ability),” and so on, with the commonality being an extrely short duration, needing to be used as a “trump card” at critical monts.
A trump card in real combat might not always be a good thing, implying that while your benefit is high, so is the risk, requiring cautious usage.
Full-body pollution not only brings about a high degree of pollution-triggered self-overloading effects but also the possibility of targeted attacks.
For instance, if soone undergoing Fire Elentalization suddenly had a bucket of water thrown on them, or if a Spirit Body faced an attack targeting spirit bodies, they might not have the chance to return to their physical form.
The Blood Feast’s Blood Mist Transformation, on the other hand, seed to have no obvious weaknesses, but it had an additional price…
“…So cold, so cold…”
Lu Wang shivered uncontrollably, not from a physical chill, but from the loss of life force.
The individuals of the Blood Feast were abhorred by gods and forsaken by ghosts, yet people kept joining, for there was a reason…
so abandon all scruples for the sake of power.
The “Blood Saint,” called a “Blood Demon” by outsiders, starts from this very fourth-tier path…
In the eyes of many, this fourth-tier, considered not high in requirents, had combat power that surpassed most ordinary fourth-tier battle-professions.
It was a way of evolving that was ruthless to opponents, but even more so to oneself.
He abandoned most of the normal structure of his body and transford his essence into a “blood”-like state.
In ordinary tis, they were monsters clothed in human skin; this way, they could maintain their blood mist form for extended periods.
But as a price, once they begin “liquefying” and “vaporizing,” they beco inorganic and continuously consu the essence of life, with the quality of life “rapidly evaporating” at every mont.
Or rather, they shifted from living beings to non-beings, their blood losing its vitality, flesh and bones beginning to rot and decay into entities akin to living corpses.
So, after prolonged use of this ability, they naturally needed to replenish “life essence”…
From the mont they entered this path, that person could no longer be called human.
The cost was substantial, but after undergoing “Blood Saint Transformation,” he could maintain the “blood” and “mist” state indefinitely, as long as he trained his “feet” and “hands” to a certain degree—a monster practically immune to physical attacks.
However, this state still consud a trendous amount…
er, if the opponent was weak, then it was the opponent who would experience more significant drain.
But this ti it was obviously not the case.
The Blood Saint who couldn’t eat while fighting had long since overloaded.
“Water Wolf” floated at high speed through the passage, his complexion pale, his eyes vacant as if he could die at any mont like a severely ill patient.
“Cafeteria, where’s the cafeteria…”
His mind was a blur, yet he still instinctively followed his predatory nature, searching for the location of the “cafeteria” where there might still be a few rations…
Even if there weren’t, it wouldn’t matter!
There should still be so of his n stationed there!
“…So hungry.”
Finally, he reached the “cafeteria” just before hitting his limit.
He vaguely saw several figures entangled…
“…Food!”
But Water Wolf, starved beyond reason, imdiately transford into a beast.
Once the blood mist dissipated again, what remained were just a handso middle-aged man and a few dry corpses.
As for who died?
Water Wolf Lu Wang didn’t care at all.
After all, even subordinates, in the midst of a Blood Feast, were akin to ergency rations…
Everyone had gone through it; it was just your bad luck if it happened to you.
But even with his eyes closed, still savoring the “delicious taste,” he suddenly felt sothing was off.
“…What’s wrong, there’s a strange taste to this ‘water’.”
When he opened his eyes and saw the several dry corpses beside him, he was stunned on the spot.
Two were his own n; another was from the Feather Tribe…
a Feather Tribesman in a law enforcent uniform!
The sorry dry corpse had already lost its life, its desiccated fingers pointing at himself; those unblinking eyes were staring dead at him.
And in the mont of his death, his badge had begun to flash and glow as if it were indicating sothing…
“…This is a big problem.”
At that mont, even the fearless Water Wolf knew he had gotten into serious trouble.
Several hours later, inside a room on the ground floor, people were whispering to each other.
“How is it?
Was the plan a success?
Did that law enforcent officer find the ‘cafeteria’?”
“You could say it was a success, or a failure, but sohow it also seems like a great success…”
Hearing this, Lu Ping’an was surprised—could there have been another twist?
“The law enforcent officer died, sucked into a dry corpse, probably by soone from the Blood Feast.
Then so chanism triggered, and dozens of officers rushed into the underground network; martial law was declared in the city…”
Well, even Lu Ping’an wasn’t sure whether that was a success or a failure.
But it seems like the Blood Feast truly had a big ss on its hands.
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