Bang—
Bang—
Bang—
Streams of spiritual power in every color struck that spot in unison. The shrieks emitted by the blue worm-like tendrils grew ever sharper, relentlessly assaulting their senses and Divine Sense.
Jiang Lu only felt liquid moving inside her nose.
Drip—
A drop of red liquid slid from her nostril and fell to the ground with a tap, swiftly corroded away by the fluids coating the ground.
The instant Jiang Lu raised a hand to wipe away the blood lingering beneath her nose, the blue worm-like tendrils all around them seemed to have been injected with stimulants, attacking them with even greater ferocity.
Qin Yaner and the others' expressions flickered with panic. "What's going on? Why did they suddenly become excited?"
Zhu Yue replied while wielding spiritual power, his voice trembling slightly from the continuous drain. "I don't know! What happened just now?"
Jiang Lu was shocked and instinctively sniffed. Could it be because of that drop of blood just now?
She hurriedly put on a veil, wrapping up the lower half of her face to keep any more blood from dripping down.
Sure enough, drawn by the scent of blood on her body, the blue worm-like tendrils converged to attack her. Before long, she was forcibly separated from the rest of them.
Qin Yaner noticed Jiang Lu's figure and hurriedly cried out, "Junior Sister Jiang!"
Fu Yao abruptly turned her head, seeing only a sea of blue shapes and faintly hearing Jiang Lu's reply.
"Senior Sister, I'm fine! Keep attacking, I can hold on!"
"Whew—"
Hearing that Jiang Lu still sounded capable of holding out, Fu Yao finally relaxed.
After a long while, beneath the unceasing barrage of their spiritual power, the pulse in that place gradually weakened.
On the other side, Jiang Lu watched the blue