The blood cocoon was neutralized by the blue light, and now the two were back to the previous standoff.
In Zhang Rongfang's eyes, blood flames burned, not genuine flames, but blood with a fluorescent glow swirling in his pupils.
He fixed his gaze on the current Holy Inspector.
"If I'm not mistaken."
He paused, standing dozens of meters away from his opponent, and started gathering blood clouds again.
"Your number of resurrections should be limited, right?"
The Holy Inspector's face was solemn. At this moment, the look in his eyes was entirely different from before when he looked at Zhang Rongfang.
"I admit, I underestimated you...." he said softly. "You're more dangerous than your mentor...."
"Initially, I just regarded you as a small trouble capable of only minor disturbances. But now it seems, I was wrong...."
The Holy Inspector glanced at Yue Dewen in the distance, who had already recovered as before.
