The blood of every goblin that had just been slaughtered in the Tier 1 battlefield was absorbed completely by the Blood Dome that surrounded them.
Now the dome itself felt sharper, like it had been filled with a blade-like killing intent, and that intent began to send a strange feedback into the mages responsible for the m******e.
It wasn’t only the Gordons Clan who noticed it, even some of the Lanzt Clan members saw thin strands of red aura drifting toward them, a few of them tried to dodge, but the aura still slipped into their bodies anyway, yet it didn’t harm them like they expected.
“It’s the Blood Dome, It’s refining the blood of the enemies we’ve killed, forging it into killing intent, then feeding it back into us, this place isn’t just an arena meant to cage us into fighting… it
