Crack—
Goat's neck bones snapped without the slightest surprise, and it toppled over with a thud.
"Haa..."
He Zhao breathed out a mouthful of stale air. Good thing a sheep had come out to search for its missing clansheep; otherwise, he really would have had no solution and could only have stared helplessly as the leader sheep ran rampant through the surrounding area.
"No. I need to come up with a trick."
After thinking it over and over, it seemed there really was no good way.
"Ah, I'm still too weak. Otherwise, why would I need to burn brain cells racking my mind? I'd just steamroll them and massacre the whole flock."
He shook his head, smiled bitterly, and mocked himself.
After that, he took the Dao Artifact Blood-Devouring Saber from his storage ring and sliced toward the sheep's belly.
Rip!
The sharp blade cut open skin and flesh, revealing the organs inside.
Pff!
Dozens of blood vessels bulged out and plunged one by one into goat's flesh.
As the tubes pulsed, drops of pale-blue blood dripped into the porcelain bottle.
Only after it was filled did the terrifying blood vessels on the blade withdraw.
"Gulp. Gulp, gulp..."
He drank it down in one breath. With two prior experiences, he completed the transformation smoothly. He had seven Golden Elixirs remaining, and his Yin Gods increased to three. At the same time, the three Yin Gods exerted themselves together, making information gathering, calculation, and deduction even faster.
"It's truly hard to imagine—with ten Yin Gods assisting me, in magical duels and life-and-death fights, who could defeat me?"
As his words fell, he raised the Blood-Devouring Saber in his hand and began skinning it carefully and seriously.
This sheep's wool was fine and soft, extremely suitable for use as a blanket.
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