"Be careful!" Smith in the dungeon exclaimed urgently at the sight.
If Sun Yan dies here, he will have no hope of escaping.
He watched as the Blood Race's claw was about to pierce Sun Yan's abdomen.
At that moment, the Dharma Aspect of Mo Lihai suddenly appeared behind Sun Yan, reaching out and grabbing the Blood Race's wrist firmly.
No matter how hard the Blood Race tried, it couldn't advance an inch further.
Sun Yan sighed inwardly. Without a magical artifact at his side, he had to resort to using 'Incense Ash Magical Power' to deal with the Blood Race.
Ever since the battle at Fengka Town, he had consumed a large amount of incense ash from the Youma Community, and he hadn't fully recovered yet. It was truly a situation of scarcity.
But the situation was critical at this moment, and he couldn't afford to be stingy. Ensuring his own safety and quickly eliminating the enemy was of utmost importance.
Mo Lihai swung the Jade Green Pipa in his hand, smashing it fiercely onto the Blood Race's head.
The Blood Race couldn't even let out a scream before its skull was shattered, splattering brain and blood everywhere, dying instantly on the ground.
Smith, locked in the dungeon, was utterly shocked as he watched the dissipating Dharma Aspect behind Sun Yan.
Although he didn't recognize the appearance of Mo Lihai, the scene clearly indicated that a Divine Spirit had manifested to assist Sun Yan.
This revelation hit him, someone who had never witnessed God's miracles, like a profound shock.
What Sun Yan had said in the graveyard was true; by worshiping the Earth God, one could gain divine protection and unparalleled exorcism power.
Smith, whose faith had already begun to waver, found it completely collapsing at this moment.
If faith in the Earth God could truly provide great power to protect humanity, he was willing.
If he could return alive this time, Smith had already planned to spread the teachings of the Earth Shrine, bringing the Earth God's faith to all of North America.
"These Blood Races aren't as formidable as I imagined. They can bully ordinary people, sure, but when it comes to Exorcists, even a Demon Exorcism Shotgun could likely take them down."
Sun Yan pried open the dungeon's iron bars with an iron rod, rescuing Smith inside.
"We shouldn't stay here long. Let's leave at once," Sun Yan said, supporting the injured Smith.
As soon as he finished speaking, his face transformed into the likeness of the Blood Race from earlier, utilizing the Great Saint's Assistance Divine Power 'Thousand-Faced Transformation.'
This place was the territory of the Morolick Clan, operated in secret for who knows how many years, like an iron fortress.
They even had RPGs; who knew what more fearsome armaments lay within.
Sun Yan, though a powerful Exorcist, was still vulnerable to a bullet; dying to firearms would be too tragic.
Thus, disguising as this Blood Race and using his identity within Gold Mine Town was the best way to ensure the safety of both Sun Yan and Smith.
"Mr. Jackson, you're—!"
Smith was startled by Sun Yan's transformation and couldn't help but jump in fright.
He had never witnessed such an ability, completely beyond his imagination and comprehension.
"No need to panic. The Immortals in the East all excel in transformation techniques. Changing one's appearance is a simple task. If you burn incense with a sincere heart, the Earth God might even teach you the Body Stabilization Technique someday," Sun Yan chuckled.
Throwing the Blood Race's corpse into the dungeon, Sun Yan supported Smith and led him away.
The dungeon's terrain was incredibly complex, as convoluted as a spider's tunnels, with branching paths at every turn.
As Sun Yan and Smith carefully navigated their way out, they began to encounter some rotting corpses on the ground.
The foul water on the ground had turned into dark red blood, and the air was filled with a pungent stench of blood, causing Sun Yan and Smith to furrow their brows.
What on earth had the Morolick Clan been up to in this place to accumulate so much blood?
The blood in the hallway soon rose to their calves, and not far ahead came the sound of sucking and slurping.
Sun Yan cautiously peeked to see a few emaciated men and women, crouching by a blood pool like domestic dogs.
They lowered their heads, greedily drinking the blood mixed with who knows how many impurities, making Sun Yan frown even deeper.
Those individuals quickly detected Sun Yan's presence in the shadows.
However, they didn't show any signs of hostility or threat. Instead, they stood up with evident fear and apprehension, greeting him with hoarse voices.
"Good evening, Mr. Pei Qi."
Sun Yan recognized the name of the Blood Race he was impersonating.
It seemed that this individual had some standing in the Morolick Clan, enough to instill fear in the Bloodlines before him.
"Hmm." Sun Yan nodded seriously, making sure not to give himself away.
He was planning to bypass this group and continue his escape.
But unexpectedly, one man ran up, ingratiating himself with an obsequious smile, saying, "Mr. Pei Qi, are you taking this human to the surface for a ritual for the Viscounts? Can you take me with you? I swear my blood will satisfy the Viscount."
Sun Yan glanced at the man, realizing that these individuals were not Blood Race themselves but Bloodlines transformed by them. Chapters fırst released on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝙣𝙚𝙩
In the Blood Race hierarchy, Bloodlines held very low status, akin to livestock raised by humans, existing as emergency rations.