"Wait!"
As time passed, Little Eight also noticed something amiss—those bloodstains!
The Blood Slaves, dismantled by the Spiritual Beasts into pieces, surprisingly didn't leave behind a single drop of blood, only withered flesh and ghastly pale bones.
"Is this a puppet?"
Little Eight was puzzled. They looked just like real people, capable of using Divine Skills, yet there wasn't a single drop of blood. Could it be that the puppet ways of the True Realm had developed to such an extent?
"Should I notify the big boss? No, maybe wait a bit longer?"
Li Sheng's bizarre behavior made Little Eight hesitant, because disturbing the big boss over this seemed like asking for trouble.
"Let's wait a bit longer, just a little longer."
"Boom!"
"Found you!"
A raspy voice sounded behind Little Eight, making him shiver as he turned around in disbelief.
The red armor shone brightly even in the dim Tomb of Death, exuding a terrifying sense of dread with its light red mist.
"Daluo?"
"No way!"
