If he really had such an artifact, there wouldn't just be no bloodstains on him, not even the scent of sweat would linger.
But indeed, their group didn't have a single bloodstain, only the scent of sweat, and mud from when someone fell on the ground.
"It's strange, isn't it? Those demonic beasts hardly have any blood. When you slash at them, the blood seems to splash around but never gets on us. Is it possible that the blood avoids people?"
He spoke softly, a deep sense of confusion in his heart.
Yan Feng, who was just passing behind them, about to pick some coconuts: "..."
What kind of blood avoids people? This team must be really lucky to avoid True Demon Beasts. So many days of training, and they haven't even encountered a single True Demon Beast.
He turned his head, glancing at Mo Qingtian, who was silently washing his face by the seaside with Liao Feng.
