He gazed into the distance, where the blood glow even overshadowed the Black Fog, and a terrifying aura swept over.
"The God of Contaminated Blood has gone berserk, we can't delay any longer, let's go back."
He turned and walked toward the distance, his steps still light as if he had just arrived on this battlefield.
In fact, this was also the most relaxed battle Alan had been in for many years.
Since the Blood God's arrival, all the flesh power returned to the Blood God's body, and the Flesh Puppets no longer had souls, so Alan would not be affected by the backlash of Black Fog produced from killing monsters.
During the long combat in Saint Reel, his soul had become increasingly pure and light.
The corruption and darkness that could not be eradicated for a long time had also dispersed considerably on their own.
Alan had never felt this light before, the effect of the pollution on him had been reduced to the minimum.
