Chapter 1267 - The Blood Race in the Sea of Blood
Gazing at Jiang Chen expectantly, Shui Zhen’er said, “Please. We’ll die here without you.”
“Come with me then.”
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The Third Princess was in the deepest area of the mountains. No matter what the terrain here used to be like, it was now covered by a sea of blood. There was not just blood in the sea of blood. There was also deep, thick fog. They could hear iron chains clanging in the deepest part.
The Third Princess of the Water Spirit was next to the sea of blood. There were ten-odd people with her. All of them were strong. The Third Princess’s strength was especially surprising. She was almost as strong as the Spirit Emperors Jiang Chen had killed. All of the team members were staring at Jiang Chen as he approached.
“Human, why are you here?” The Third Princess asked.
“Third Princess…,” Shui Zhen’er was going to explain for him.
So, the Third Princess took out her spiritual stone to inform her clansmen guarding the other directions that they were ready to act. “Be prepared. If anything happens to him, we’ll act right away,” the Third Princess told her subordinates. She did not pin her hopes on Jiang Chen.
“Huh, getting rid of three Blood Slaves alone. He talks really big.”
“Let’s wait and see how he will show off.”
The Third Princess’s subordinates were all Water Spirit geniuses. They had never seen anyone more arrogant than themselves. So, they could not accept Jiang Chen’s way of being at all.
“The Blood Emperor hasn’t got enough blood to recover his strength yet, but he is pretty smart. The Blood Slaves he created have the strengths of the Blood Slaves of the Blood Emperor in his prime.”
Shui Zhen’er replied, “Princess, that means those Blood Slaves are probably our clansmen.”
“Not probably. They are.”
In the sea of blood, Jiang Chen could only see things within a range of less than half a mile. In the darkness, he could still feel he was being stared at by three energies, one of which was extremely excited.
All of a sudden, Jiang Chen’s entire body gave off the Buddha’s light. As if made of glass, his body illuminated the sea of blood.
“Ha, ha, ha, a surprise, isn’t it?!” A familiar Blood Slave walked toward him. It was His Highness of the Ice Spirits. He had not been killed by the two teams of the Metal Spirits and the Fire Spirits after being left behind by Jiang Chen. Instead, he became the Blood Emperor’s Blood Slave. It provided Jiang Chen with a chance to see how much exactly a Blood Slave’s strength could improve. His Highness, who had been rather vulnerable before him previously, was much stronger than a Spirit Emperor now. And he was the weakest one among those three Blood Slaves. Of course, they needed to pay a certain price to become a Blood Slave. None of the three Blood Slaves looked as healthy as they used to be.