"Blood-Colored Puppets, form!"
Qin Yan shouted softly, his hands forming seals.
Within a hundred-zhang radius around Qin Yan, wisps of blood qi surged in from all directions, all converging toward where he stood.
Most of that blood qi came from Fierce Beasts that had only just died.
As for the blood qi of the human Martial Artists, Qin Yan did not gather it.
After all, they had died defending the city. They were heroes!
At that moment, the residual blood qi of those Fierce Beasts flowed together like countless rivers returning to the sea, condensing into a blood-colored vortex several zhang wide in the air!
The vortex slowly spun, exuding a dense, bloody aura.
Within the vortex, one Blood Cocoon after another gradually took shape!
Those Blood Cocoons were crimson throughout, strange patterns flowing across their surfaces. Faint heartbeats sounded from within, as though they were nurturing something.
With a thought from Qin Yan, the Blood Chains in the air hovered above the Blood Vortex, and streams of pure blood qi poured from the chains into it.
Nourished by the blood qi, the Blood Cocoons grew larger and larger, while the auras within them became increasingly powerful.
At the same time, Qin Yan also released the other Blood Puppets he had accumulated within his body during this time.
Those Blood Puppets had all been bred by the Blood Pool, and their strength varied greatly.
Qin Yan adopted a strategy of having the strong lead the weak, allowing the more powerful Blood Puppets to lead the weaker ones in hunting Fierce Beasts.
This both ensured efficiency and prevented the Blood Puppets from suffering excessive losses.
As for him, he served as the final boss.
Whenever a blood-colored puppet encountered a Fierce Beast it could not resist, he would step in and