Twelve-Winged Dark Seraphim

1 drop of blood = 1-Up
Other people game overnight, I game overnight and bleed.
Ever since the dimensional storms descended upon Earth, numerous dimensional zones have appeared, bringing with them all kinds of dimensional creatures—Immortals, Buddhas, Devils, Angels, Elves, etc.
Yet, all these strange dimensional zones can turn into dungeon instances on my phone. Other people risk their lives adventuring, I spend all my time gaming.
Monsters drop dimensional crystals that boost stats, imbue new skills, and join me as Companion Beasts. These Companion Beasts fight alongside me or alone, augmenting me with their skills and strength. Rare monsters in real life? I'll just restart the game with a drop of blood to grind it.
I really need a blood transfusion.

Let Me Game in Peace

CKtalon

Everyone was dumbfounded to see their attacks rendered ineffective.

An Tianzuo frowned and said, "From the looks of it, the blood-colored hand is something like a scapegoat. It has an extreme Yin attribute. It's very difficult for ordinary strength to really injure it. Only the most extreme Yang forces can do so."

"Unfortunately, Miss Jing didn't come. Her Essence Energy Art is extreme Yang. It's the nemesis of these Yin creatures," An Sheng said with a sigh.

"Although I've long expected to encounter such a creature, the Yang-type Companion Beasts we prepared aren't enough to kill the scapegoat. If there's no other way, I'm afraid we won't be able to go down the river to find the Three-Lives Stone," Lu Bushun said gloomily.

"Commander Jia, can I trouble you to lure the bloody hand out again? Let me give it a try," Zhou Wen said to Jia Nong.