Even if it's the Blood Race, if their head is chopped off, they shouldn't be alive.
"Haha, look at your eyes, you must be wondering why I'm still alive even though my head has been chopped off, right?"
As he spoke, the already rigid-faced Blood Race suddenly flashed with extreme fanaticism on his face.
"Of course, it's my God. He granted me power, resurrected me, allowing me to climb out of the shadow of death and seek revenge on you damned people!"
As he said this, the Tailor suddenly swung his hand fiercely towards Blake's direction.
Several attacks composed of blood flew directly towards him.
The sword blades danced twice to block them directly, however, one of the attacks suddenly exploded, the blood turning into a powder-like substance, splashing around.
One drop fell onto Blake's face, instantly corroding a small pit on his face, a pustule appearing on his cheek.
"Shield!"
From a distance, Bobo waved his hand, and a layer of Magic Shield was cast onto Blake.
