"Damn it."

Li Hengsheng cursed. The blood butterfly had indeed attracted numerous members of the Ghost Clan. Previously, they had been kept at bay due to Zhao Juezong's presence. But now that Zhao Juezong was gone, they were drawn by the scent of the blood of the ghost master on the blood butterfly.

Lu Shiran was seriously injured, and he himself was also badly hurt. Although his body was robust and had recovered somewhat, facing so many members of the Ghost Clan was still very dangerous!

"We might die here," Li Hengsheng said, hearing the sounds, which seemed to be even more numerous than the ghosts he had attracted before.