The blood fiend race was born in the ancient battlefields, created from the resentment of dead creatures.
By right, they should have been mindless creatures with nothing but violence on their minds.
However, the blood fiend race had changed.
It was as if there was a force in the dark changing the blood fiends, guiding them onto a set path.
For that reason, Chu Xuan sensed something unusual.
"Could it be that someone is plotting something behind the scenes?"
As soon as this thought appeared, Chu Xuan was filled with a sense of crisis.
If there was really someone plotting behind the scenes, that person was definitely terrifying if they could influence the blood fiend race.
It was most likely a Daoyuan realm expert too.
In fact, even Hong Yuanchu and Mo Tu could not interfere with the calamity-bearing race so directly.
"I have to remain steadfast and not make any impulsive moves."