章 107: BLACK BLOOD SMELLS LIKE POOP

The spider's head rolled on the ground like a soccer ball, but it was much larger than a soccer ball.

Bai Chen even stopped breathing when his hand swung the sword together with Wu Jinhai's, and now he felt like passing out when he saw how the beast's head fell off the body onto the ground.

Not only that, but he could also see a mysterious black liquid oozing out of the head and neck that had been slashed by him and Wu Jinhai, and it even had an unpleasant odor that made him vomit.

Yes, Bai Chen immediately ran away from Wu Jinhai and threw up as he couldn't hold his churning stomach any longer. Wu Jinhai looked confused, but then he calmly walked toward the man in white and used his hand to stroke the man's back while the man was still busy emptying his stomach.

"You told me that you received proper training from a Sentinel, but you couldn't even stand the sight of a dying beast," Wu Jinhai commented, but Bai Chen was too weak to retaliate.