Chapter 188: Final Rankings

A territory thick with forest.

Yuan Zhao and his several dozen Blood Clan members kept retreating.

Every one of them was gasping for breath, suffering severe physical exhaustion.

Before them stood eight enormous Shi Laimu, each one the size of a small house.

Each was a different color.

The red ones could spit fireballs, the white ones could fire ice arrows, the green ones sprayed poisonous gas, the purple ones could summon lightning…

Every one of them had an extremely powerful self-healing ability.

After being struck once, they could recover rapidly — they simply couldn't be killed.

Yuan Zhao and the others had already stopped one splitting, but afterward their stamina truly gave out, and they could only watch helplessly as an Emperor Shi Laimu split into three giant Shi Laimu.

Then from three, it split into nine.

They threw everything they had into killing one more, but also lost several Blood Clan members.

The morale of those remaining was very low, and their stamina couldn't hold on any longer.

"Lord, shall we fall back and counterattack from behind the defense towers?"

Yuan Zhao shook his head: "There's no time — retreating would mean a timeout, and besides, we don't have the stamina to run back."

"Then weren't our defense towers built for nothing?"

Yuan Zhao said helplessly: "Can't be helped. The rules of each test are a little different. If we can't use them this time, we'll be able to use them later — they definitely weren't built for nothing."

"Lord, look quickly — all those giant Shi Laimu are starting to tremble, they're about to split again!"

Yuan Zhao sighed: "Everyone concentrate. I know you're all exhausted, but this is the last time. If we can kill just one more, our current objective will be considered complete!"

"Understood, my lord."

Several dozen pale-faced Blood Clan humans gathered together.

Their speed was extreme.

They also had strong resistance to spiritual techniques.

And unlike in novels and movies, these vampires were not afraid of the sun.

Nor were they afraid of crosses or garlic.

It was just that during the day their attributes were a little weaker, and at night their attributes were a little stronger — that was all.

The most fearsome thing was that they could all suck blood.

They didn't need to drink it with their own mouths.

As long as they could wound an enemy, they could make the fresh blood continuously fly out, flying straight into their mouths.

It could harm the enemy, heal themselves, and at the same time count as a meal.

Truly three birds with one stone.

This was also the Blood Clan's advantage.

The first few Jiguans had been smooth sailing — whether Naga warriors or those succubi, they could all be sucked dry.

However, when facing ghosts, thunder elementals, earth puppets — these kinds without blood — they were slightly less effective.

But they could still rely on their powerful attributes to tear enemies apart.

Unfortunately, the ninth Jiguan turned out to be Emperor Shi Laimu.

When they cut open wounds, all they could suck out was a mouthful of sticky liquid — nothing to replenish them.

Fighting until now, they had only managed to kill one.

All eight Shi Laimu before them were trembling.

The next moment, their bodies swelled, and with a whoosh split into three.

The eight giant Shi Laimu split into twenty-four large Shi Laimu, each one the size of a carriage.

"My lord, how do we fight?"