Blood Baleful Hounds were close relatives of Ghost Hounds. Their bodies seemed to be formed from blood mist, existing as semisolid masses of killing intent.
These demons were not particularly powerful, only comparable to ordinary vicious wolves. Yet their strange bodies, poised between substance and insubstantiality, made them extremely troublesome opponents. Blood Baleful Hounds also usually lived in packs, appearing in large groups, which made them ideal for taming and combat. Some practitioners of the Demonic Path who disregarded the prohibitions often used them as soldiers.
Wen Qingfei had only heard of such creatures before. She had never expected to see them with her own eyes at this Manor.
"Oh, another little girl. This Daoist was only away for a few days, and you young heroes and heroines raided my den! Looks like that Mountain Rat brought all this trouble down on me. He deserved every bit of his death!"
A hoarse voice came from behind the pack of Blood Baleful Hounds.
Wen Qingfei looked toward the voice and discovered that the speaker was one of the two enemies: a stooped old man who looked to be in his sixties or seventies, wearing a black robe and holding a walking stick.
He was clearly a Spirit Tamer of the Manifestation Dao controlling the pack of Blood Baleful Hounds. The other enemy was an extraordinarily burly, muscular man, hacking furiously with a battered axe covered in rust.
Although the axe was old and battered, it was clearly no ordinary object. Every swing brought rolling sounds of wind and thunder, making its formidable power plain to see.
No wonder even Li Yan was struggling. Either of these two could firmly suppress her in single combat. The Zuo Family disciples could not help her; instead, she had to divide her attention to look