The Nightmare of the Blood Tribe

"Poison Lord?" Liu Chuchu was taken aback by his words. "You?"

A smug smile appeared on An Lin's face. "That's right! I am the invincible Poison Lord!"

He continued, "Stain the tips of your arrows with my blood and shoot five all at once. I guarantee that they'll be falling like flies!"

Liu Chuchu was a little skeptical. "Are you serious?"

"I swear upon my reputation!" An Lin patted his chest with firm conviction.

Meanwhile, within the Blood Tribe camp.

Four red-robed Blood Tribe members were setting up a spell formation on the ground.

A man with golden hair and crimson eyes stood before the four of them and stared at the white lake nearby.

"Louise, is the Spirit-Breaking Formation ready?" the man asked.

An attractive woman smiled and replied in a gentle voice, "Everything is prepared on my end. I'm just waiting for the completion of Sacha's Blood-Trapping Formation."