Blood Fiend, Guardian

Just as they were standing in the air, a blood-red ferocious head the size of a small mountain slowly emerged from the Blood Sea.

"That's the Blood Fiend! Everyone, attack it from afar! Don't let its blood touch you!"

The young monk beside Zhou Chen said loudly. He was forming hand seals as he spoke.

The swordsman standing on the flying sword had already used his sword arts. Sword lights shot towards the demon head, creating gashes on its blood-red face.

The Taoist-robed youth's attack was a little slow. He was holding a talisman in his hand and chanting as he approached the Blood Fiend.

'I have to show something too.' Zhou Chen, as a person who focused on close combat, felt a little awkward at this moment. The others had already prepared for the fight. Only he and the woman were hiding in the monk's golden light shield.

However, the golden light barrier was approaching the Blood Fiend. Zhou Chen could launch some attacks.

Roar!