Immediately afterward, a tall figure strode out from the far side of the blood mist—it was none other than Clown Taitino, who had taken the Python King Blood Cannon head-on.
He still wore that same arrogant, overbearing look, his shoulder still slanted beneath that strange totem. Not only did his massive body bear not the slightest wound, but his pale skin had even become much rosier.
Witnessing this bizarre sight, Ye Chen's expression instantly darkened by several degrees.
He had originally assumed that Taitino possessed some formidable defensive measure, which was why he seemed so fearless.
Yet now, after taking Ye Chen's Python King Blood Cannon head-on, Taitino was not only completely unscathed, but his overall condition had visibly become much healthier instead.
This was a development the Bloodsmith Hunter had never anticipated!
"Burp~"
Taitino opened his mouth and let out a delighted burp, then began waving his arms and shouting excitedly at Ye Chen.
"Wow! Your blood really is the finest of the finest!"
"Fragrant and rich! Smooth and refreshing! And it even hides just the right amount of stimulating kick on the finish—!"
"Since the day I was born, I've never seen blood of such perfect quality—!"
"My god, delicious, simply too delicious—!"
"Today is practically my lucky day—!"
Hearing Taitino's horrifying remarks, Ye Chen's brows immediately drew tight. He summoned the Downpour Revolver into his hand again, aimed at Taitino, and fired.
Bang!
A large-caliber Blood Bullet born from the Pure Blood Body howled through the air, shooting straight at Taitino's head.
Yet Taitino merely smiled and opened his mouth wide, releasing a swath of dark-red light. In the next instant, the bullet forged from Ye Chen's blood was swept up by that light and instantly dissolved into a puddle of liquid blood, which Taitino sucked into