The seven Blood Butchers used the shrinking-earth technique, taking just a few steps to reach the summit of Spirit Tu Mountain.
Their entire heads were wrapped in rusty iron helmets, with blood constantly seeping out through the cracks.
These seven-foot-tall brutes silently watched Li Yan. In the deathly silent world, the only sound was the crisp clinking of their chains.
Li Yan looked at the Blood Butchers before him and furrowed his brow.
He could sense that these ascetic monks were no ordinary opponents. Their ability to join forces and slay gods spoke volumes about their strength.
Li Yan gave them a glance and immediately reached a conclusion.
"Body sanctification...?"
Through endless torment of their own bodies, these seven Blood Butchers had cultivated their flesh to an almost freakish extreme.
A careful examination revealed that not a trace of their aura leaked out.
"They don't cultivate magic power, only flesh and blood?"
Li Yan's brow furrowed further. His side-effect system was best at dealing with those who played tricks, wielded curses, or used poison.
But when faced with these body sanctification freaks, he would have to meet them head-on.
Facing seven Blood Butchers, Li Yan felt the shadow of death fall over him.
For once, his expression turned serious. "How many can you hold off?"
"Benefactor, I... can probably hold off only one. I'll do my best to keep them occupied."
Jiu Yin lacked confidence. She wasn't sure she could defeat a Blood Butcher.
Moon Princess was more straightforward. She told Li Yan, "I can't even hold off half of one. These Blood Butchers can tear my dream apart with their bare hands."
"Unless you have Eclipse Moon return some of her divine power to me. Then I can hold off three!"
Hearing Moon Princess, Li Yan dropped the joking.