Night was as dark as ink.
In this silent place, the only sounds were the hoarse roars of Blood Ghosts.
They shattered the tranquility, turning the place into a land of ghostly wails.
The six-member Adventurer team was usually strong enough to take on a hundred foes and beat a hundred serfs at once.
But even they couldn't withstand an endless tide of enemies.
Every enemy that fell would get back up after thirty seconds and attack them again.
The warrior swung his sword, severing a Blood Ghost's arm before stabbing it in the chest, then kicked it away. "What's going on? What are these things?"
The Blood Ghost's entrails spilled out as blood poured from its wounds. But within seconds, its blood began to flow back, and magic gathered. Dense clusters of new flesh sprouted from its wounds, then intertwined and fused together.
"Eek!" The thief suddenly clutched her arm, drawing everyone's attention.
She had been bitten.
A moment later, she fell to her knees in agony, writhing around before getting back to her feet.
The priestess tried to go over and check on her.
But the thief on the ground suddenly opened her eyes and lunged forward to bite the priestess. "An Siya, what's wrong with you? No! It hurts!"
Meanwhile, the Blood Ghost that had bitten the thief in the first place suddenly underwent a drastic change in its aura.
First Stage!
It was no longer a mere mortal—it had reached the First Stage!
The thief's blood had become nourishment, allowing the Blood Ghost to evolve.
Though its aura was only at the First Stage,
this was a Blood Ghost!
A monster's First Stage was nothing like a human's First Stage.
Take the Dragon Race, for instance. A First Stage dragon could fight a human at the