Demon Suppressing Pagoda, I choose you.
Xia Yan pointed ahead.
The Black Tower, covered in mysterious inscriptions, appeared. A tremendous suction force surged forth, drawing over a hundred Blood Bats into the underground tunnels on the sixth floor of the Demon Suppressing Pagoda.
The vast network of tunnels left behind by the flowing magma was perfectly suited to their survival.
Blood Bats like these might or might not exist outside, but Xia Yan specifically wanted the ones from here. The significance was different.
It was like a group of two people and a cat. Yellow Haozis were as common as stray dogs by the roadside, yet someone would still insist on that one because it was special.
The Blood Bats here were special too.
Slaughter City was a famous tourist spot, after all. Taking the Blood Bats was like picking up commemorative merchandise.
The remaining Blood Bats suddenly fell into panic, having no idea what had happened as their companions vanished without warning.
An invisible wind rose, then flew into a rage in an instant, shredding most of the remaining Blood Bats.
The survivors scattered in terror.
As he continued onward, the air gradually grew hotter. Beneath the suspended narrow path ahead, Xia Yan saw a huge dark-gold Blood Bat hanging upside down.
It glowed with a dark golden radiance amid the faint blood-red light. Its massive claws were each a full meter long, so sharp that they had sunk into the path.
The Blood Bats that had fled were now circling around it, letting out piercing shrieks.
Like underlings who had been bullied and come looking for their boss.
As Xia Yan approached, the Dark Gold Blood Bat King slowly spread its enormous membranous wings. A single wing was ten meters wide, with faint veins visible across its surface,