245 Beetle Knight

In darkness, Han Sen shapeshifted into the color shifter and moved in the direction of the lake. The sacred-blood creatures were on the other side of the lake, but Han Sen was still taking extra care when moving.

Until he slowly entered the lake, the sacred-blood creatures were still unaware of his presence. He let out a sigh of relief.

It had been a long while since a sacred-blood creature could force him to launch a sneak attack. This time, he had no other option than waiting in the lake and hitting the creatures when they came into the water.

With or without injuries, the creatures would always soak in the lake several times a day. Han Sen was not sure what the ritual was for.

Han Sen sensed nothing special about the weather. The sacred-blood creatures could heal rapidly in the lake, while Han Sen did not feel anything but wet.