Under Blood Spring's control, the blood-red spring water flew back toward the center.
Along the way, the Fallen Ones who could not resist charging in all screamed.
The blood poison within the blood-red spring water had grown stronger.
The few struck by the blood arrows earlier had been gravely wounded by the arrows themselves, then died from the blood poison's corrosion and the devouring of their blood energy. Those dying now, however, succumbed to blood poison corroding their entire bodies. Their skin rapidly turned black, and they fell headfirst to the ground.
Even those who suffered no more than a graze on an arm had the blood poison spread swiftly through the wound and into their entire bodies. In a single breath, they all collapsed.
After two successive harvests, Blood Spring had achieved his goal.
At least half of those who had come to surround and kill him were dead.
Yet Blood Spring's face was bleak.
The blood-red spring water returning to his body turned him black all over.
The blood poison had begun corroding even him.
Blood Spring's martial soul could devour his enemies' vitality to restore him, but it also produced blood poison. That was one of his limitations.
Today, however, he had turned that very drawback into a weapon, generating vast quantities of blood poison without caring whether he would suffer a backlash.
His depleted soul power instantly refilled, even rising by three levels.
All of Blood Spring's exposed skin turned black.
Unlike those who had been poisoned to death, however, Blood Spring did not die instantly.
He fixed his gaze on those still alive.
"Looks like I can kill a few more."
A vicious gleam flashed in his eyes, and he lunged at someone.
He was fast and agile, appearing before his target in a flash.