"Chan Erqi? Does the Spirit-Taming World have such strange names?"
Perhaps it was the final flare of life before death. Feng Ma's vision had begun to blur, yet his thoughts were unusually clear. His attention had shifted entirely away from his own survival to the youth speaking before him.
A youth, at least, was what he could tentatively be called...
But when Feng Ma opened his eyes wide and watched that figure cross through the swirling white mist and emerge from the mushroom forest, he could not help freezing slightly.
"What... what is this?"
What met his eyes was a handsome youth with horns like those of a longhorn beetle growing from his head. His features were delicate, and his manner was quiet and gentle, like a younger boy from next door.
He was certainly no ordinary Spirit Tamer, but a Warrior. As far as Feng Ma could see, a pair of broad, translucent membranous wings like a cicada's grew from his back. He wore not a stitch of clothing; instead, his entire body was encased in an insect-like shell.
Patterned blood-red lines connected its limbs, clinging tightly like colorful tattoos and making the whole shell appear seamlessly joined, like a suit of fitted armor.
Could he be a Bloodline Warrior from one of the great sects?
Feng Ma wondered to himself.
Warriors had existed for a long time, and Bloodline Bearers were by no means uncommon. Some had even successfully reproduced, allowing their descendants to inherit certain traits from their forebears. When that inheritance developed in a favorable, beneficial direction, it would produce a powerful bloodline gift.
And this was what made Bloodline Warriors so powerful.
Compared with the Parasites and Beast-Body Transplanters commonly seen in the world, Bloodline Warriors were undoubtedly the most perfect, ultimate existence in the