The three monsters that burst from the veins were clearly the guardians of this place.
They had been disturbed when the purplish-black slime was purified.
Now, brimming with malice, they lunged at Zong Shen.
The flesh bat struck first. With a fierce flap of its massive wings, it whipped up a gale reeking of blood.
Its circular maw, lined with sharp teeth, opened to its limit and spewed out a vast cloud of thick, dark-red blood mist.
Wherever the blood mist passed, even the air let out a sizzling hiss, as though it were being dissolved by some kind of contamination.
Before the mist even reached him, its sickeningly sweet stench of rot had already washed over him.
Standing still in the face of the blood mist sweeping toward him, Zong Shen instantly raised his right hand, spread his palm, and pressed forward.
An invisible force field immediately formed in his palm.
It then became an impenetrable barrier.
The dark-red blood mist struck the force field and was immediately blocked and divided, sliding along its curved surface to either side before splattering across the surrounding ground.
It directly corroded the rock into deep pits that spewed black smoke.
Seeing this, the flesh bat let out a piercing shriek.
Its massive body wheeled through the air, then it dove straight at Zong Shen with its maw serving as a spear.
It moved at incredible speed, producing a shrill sonic boom.
At the same time, the ball of flesh made up of agonized human faces floated in midair.
The countless faces covering its surface all opened their mouths at once, unleashing shrieks that grew sharper and sharper.
Countless thoughts mixed with negative emotions such as despair, fear, and hatred surged toward Zong Shen's consciousness in wave after wave like a raging tide.