CHAPTER 1315: CHAPTER 1315: SENSITIVITY TO BLOOD

Stefan is a veteran powerhouse among the vampires, while Lushan is a veteran powerhouse among the werewolves. The two of them have naturally crossed paths before.

They gazed at each other coldly, powerful auras surging from their bodies. The plains were silent, everyone holding their breaths.

Perhaps, what follows will be a great battle between the werewolves and the vampires!

However, this standoff didn’t last long. With a sudden slight smile on his wrinkled face, Stefan said, "Lushan, I have a suggestion. I wonder if you’d like to hear it."

Lushan squinted his eyes and said, "Speak."

Stefan responded, "You’ve come here for the Evil God too, haven’t you? If we fight to the death here, wouldn’t that give the Evil God a chance to escape?"

These words made sense. Lushan nodded, a wise look flashing in his eyes, "Are you suggesting we join forces?"

Stefan said, "Yes."

As soon as these words were spoken, both the vampires and the werewolves erupted in an uproar, all with strong dissatisfaction in their eyes.

The hatred between vampires and werewolves runs deep, making cooperation nearly impossible!

Lushan turned to look at the werewolves behind him and laughed, "It seems my little ones don’t quite like this suggestion."

Stefan’s expression remained somewhat indifferent, "When has the decision of the higher-ups been up for the lower ranks to criticize? Or could it be, Lushan, that you’re going to be swayed by these mundane opinions?"

Lushan laughed heartily, "Stefan, I like your character. Alright, then let’s cooperate. However, we must discuss in advance what to do when we catch the Evil God!"

Regardless of whether they were vampires or werewolves, both sides had strict hierarchies, so neither Stefan nor Lushan would even consider their warriors’ opinions.

If anyone dared to defy them, they would simply be killed.

"What to do after capturing the Evil God?"

Stefan smiled, but his smile carried a hint of danger, "Of course, it depends on each one’s abilities."

Lushan said, "As expected, trusting vampires is impossible; who knows when you’ll stab us in the back."

Stefan sneered, "Are werewolves any better?"

The two exchanged a glance and laughed, each harboring their own schemes. However, this fragile alliance was still established at this moment.

Both knew that the most important task now was to capture the Evil God. Everything else was secondary.

If they failed to complete the task, their masters would be furious. The consequences were too terrifying to imagine.

As for Borgia, Tarbert, and the others, they had no right to object at this moment and could only follow orders.

After the two quasi-Martial Saints finalized their cooperation, they promptly discussed and decided to gather everyone together and enter the forest.

The terrain in the forest was complex. If they split up, they would be picked off one by one by Xiao Zheng, since no one could stand against a Martial Saint.

However, as long as everyone was together, under the leadership of the two quasi-Martial Saints, they had a great chance of victory when confronting Xiao Zheng.

Immediately, the group entered the forest ahead in grand fashion to begin their search.

...

In the valley of Wuming Mountain.

Xiao Zheng sat cross-legged in a hidden cave healing his injuries, his breath inhaling and exhaling golden streams of air.

Rumble rumble...

At this moment, inside his body, the Dantian area, where the Gang Yuan had already turned to liquid, surged like a golden ocean.

The cells in Xiao Zheng’s body were almost all revived, exuding immense life force to repair the damaged tissue.

The Muscle Strengthening Scripture and Rejuvenation Technique rumbled within his meridians, while the power of the Golden Bone permeated every corner of Xiao Zheng’s body.

Xiao Zheng’s aura rapidly grew stronger at a visible speed.

Such a recovery speed could only be described as astonishing.

But...

Time was still running out!

About an hour later, Xiao Zheng opened his eyes and stood up, leaping out of the cave.

He couldn’t stay here too long; otherwise, he would surely be discovered. Both the vampires and werewolf clan were ancient races, deeply rooted, and no one knew what methods they had to detect a Martial Saint’s life force.

Swish!

Xiao Zheng transformed into a stream of light, darting deeper into the forest.

Along the way, he had a strange feeling; the forest was too quiet, apart from the trees, there was no other life.

This eerie feeling lingered in his heart, making Xiao Zheng feel somewhat irritated.

"What exactly is in here?" Xiao Zheng felt a bit curious about the source of this strange phenomenon.

If it were a living creature, then it must be an existence unimaginably powerful, far stronger than Xiao Zheng.

...

In the forest.

The werewolf army and the vampire army, under the command of Lushan and Stefan, continued to advance deeper.

The two quasi-Martial Saints also noticed the odd nature of the forest, frowning, but they did not stop and continued moving deeper.

After walking some distance, they arrived at a clearing between the mountains, where the quasi-Martial Saints of both clans commanded their armies to stop.

"Searching like this is pointless; we should employ other methods," Lushan murmured.

Stefan smiled, "Other methods? Can you werewolves actually find the Evil God’s trail?"

Lushan retorted coldly, "Stefan, stop feigning ignorance. Do vampires not have tracking methods?"

Being exposed directly, Stefan didn’t mind, saying, "I’ve heard that the Werewolf Clan has a mystical ritual that, with just a trace of the opponent’s aura, can track their location."

Lushan countered, "Who’s unaware that vampires have the keenest noses? Your senses regarding blood are unrivaled in this world."

Having their methods exposed by each other, there was no point in hiding anymore. They both began using their respective techniques to search for Xiao Zheng’s whereabouts.

Lushan called Tarbert over and directly tore a piece of flesh from his body with a wolf claw. Tarbert screamed, his eyes full of confusion and terror.

Lushan snorted, "You fought the Evil God, so you have his aura on you. By sacrificing your flesh, we can find him."

Being forcibly amputated, Tarbert was quite vexed, but since this was for tracking Xiao Zheng, he dared not complain.

Lushan took the bloody piece of flesh, placed it on the ground, and began a mysterious and eerie dance around it, chanting rhythmically.