The two of them didn’t have green liquid smeared on their bodies, but they emanated a mysterious aura. At the moment they walked out of the valley, they bit the tips of their tongues and spat out large mouthfuls of blood.
This blood wasn’t spat toward Wang Lin but on the ground outside the valley.
After doing this, they began running back into the valley. Wang Lin was calm as he casually captured the two and threw them to the side.
Then he looked at the ground covered by their blood and saw a blood mist slowly appear. At first it was faint, but it soon became very thick and quickly covered the area outside the valley.
Wang Lin was still sitting there in the lotus position as he calmly looked at the valley without using any spells.
When that blood mist reached its peak, a roar came from inside the valley. A black figure walked out from the valley and into the blood mist. This figure gave off a strange feeling.