That was right—Wang Lei's blood was black. Before he had devoured his own clansmen, it had merely been dark red, but after consuming them, it had turned completely black.
Once the heart turned black, the blood flowing through it naturally turned black as well.
Lin Chen's robes were splattered with black blood that gave off a foul stench. At the same time, a massive sword wound appeared across Wang Lei's huge, lizard-like body. Visible to the naked eye, it ran through the entire width of his body.
With a bang, Wang Lei dropped to his knees. The flesh around the sword wound was a bloody mess, and his internal organs could faintly be seen within.
He vomited blood mouthful after mouthful. The intense pain made the already muddle-headed Wang Lei even less capable of thought. Half-kneeling on the ground, he let out a pained roar.
Lin Chen felt as though he were hunting a soul beast. The Wang Lei before him no longer had anything to do with humanity.
Pitch-black Soul Power temporarily sealed the massive wound, and Wang Lei slammed both forelimbs heavily against the ground.
Lin Chen hurriedly focused his Spiritual Power, probing the energy fluctuations around him.
Yet no Soul Skill appeared. Instead, one Vengeful Spirit after another drifted up from beneath the ground.
These were the Vengeful Spirits of those Wang Lei had killed and devoured, yet they remained under his control. They had no consciousness and were completely Wang Lei's puppets.
Lin Chen naturally saw many familiar figures among them.
They were all clansmen who had once died at Wang Lei's hands!
Looking at his former clansmen, Lin Chen's eyes blazed with fury.
"This bastard actually dared to turn my clansmen into Vengeful Spirits? May he die a horrible death!"
After Wang Lei roared at