"Sizzle——"
The blood-colored bead at the blood-robed man's fingertip suddenly expanded, a torrent of blood gushing out like a fountain, forming dozens of blood-red spears in mid-air, shooting towards Qin Tian with a piercing shriek.
The surfaces of these spears flowed with a viscous sheen, the tips gleaming with a sinister glow, clearly imbued with a strange power.
At the same time, the surviving Soul Mage, the Beastman with a severed arm, and the Poison user all launched their attacks.
The Soul Mage wielded his magic staff, pale blue Soul Power transformed into several chains, winding around Qin Tian's limbs like serpents, trying to restrict his movements; the Beastman swung his left claw, the wind whistling, pouncing at Qin Tian's side, scales rubbing against the air with a harsh sound; the Poison user tossed a swath of dark green poison mist, which spread quietly under the cover of Demonic Qi, enveloping Qin Tian.
