The cloaked man looked at the desperate group, his eyes filled with a sickly madness.
"Haha, so these are the so-called geniuses. Now kneel down and beg for mercy, and perhaps I might spare your lives." The cloaked man sneered.
Upon hearing this, everyone's faces turned grim, but they did not choose to plead.
"You're neither human nor ghost, and you think we should beg you for mercy? One day the Blood Beast will devour you, and you won't even know how you died." Qian Jiadong mocked.
Qian Jiadong's words seemed to hit a sore spot, as the man glared at them, his murderous intent nearly tangible.
"Let's see if you all will still have such tough mouths in a moment. Kill them." The cloaked man's voice was cold.
The Blood Beast finally responded to its master's call, letting out a roar and beginning its counterattack.
One by one, the Two-headed Poison Wolves fell at its feet, a large amount of blood bringing it back to its peak state.
