Dio showed a greedy and ecstatic expression, immediately abandoning the chase on Lanxiu and Hert, and rushed towards the northeast.
Below on the island, Strong God Hert lay like a dead dog amidst the rubble, thankfully saying, "That old thing actually just left like that?"
"Probably found another prey."
Lanxiu, holding a broken sword, was covered in blood. Clearly, the injuries weren't light.
Both of them survived a disaster, secretly praying that Saint Master Red Moon wouldn't return.
Unfortunately, their prayers failed, for in just a moment, a blood-red figure returned along the same path, causing their hearts to leap into their throats.
But when they looked closely, they found that the Red Moon Saint Master's form was in disarray, with a black, plasma-like substance constantly falling from his body, like pouring out from a ruptured pipe.
That was liquid death, known as spirit blood by undead creatures!
