Inside the Red Mist Temple.
There were fully fifty thousand red mermen slaughtering creatures of every race. They were immortal beings, and anyone bitten by them would surely die.
Over a hundred thousand creatures of various races had rushed in through the temple's eight gates, but fewer than thirty thousand remained after being slaughtered by the red mermen.
Anyone below Spirit-Grade who was targeted was certain to die. Even the third-tier Demon-Grade powerhouses Lu Yang had once feared were utterly helpless before these mermen.
"The mermen are here! Run!"
"I thought the fighting inside the temple would be easier. Damn mermen! I'd rather die fighting outside than die so pathetically at their hands."
Among the countless creatures of various races that had rushed inside, some could no longer bear it and chose to flee the temple, while others, unwilling to give up, wanted to hide. But the temple was filled with water—where could they possibly hide?
A group of third-tier Beastfolk powerhouses was cornered by several hundred mermen inside a room. Facing the mermen's umbrella-like encirclement, one third-tier beastman could no longer suppress the rage in his heart. He swung his two warhammers and smashed one of the mermen with precision.
Buzz~!
A strange sound rang out. The merman's body was smashed to pieces and dissolved into the red bloody water, but just as the beastman revealed a smug expression, the shattered merman grew back out of the red bloody water.
"How can this be?" The third-tier beastman wore an expression of disbelief.
"What about flames? Can we burn them to death?" another third-tier beastman said excitedly.
"It's useless. I tested it. Flames, frost, lightning, Han Feng, or Earth Magic—none of them have any effect on them. Everyone, just make your own escape later," said an elderly third-tier powerhouse