Refining Du Qiao

Yang Feng smiled faintly and glanced at the Elf Race girl.

A flicker of fear flashed through the Elf Race girl's eyes. Carrying a delicate fragrance, she suddenly threw herself into Yang Feng's arms, tilted her head slightly, and exposed her snow-white neck.

Yang Feng opened his mouth, revealing his disguised fangs, and bit down on the Elf Race girl's neck, injecting a Blood Clan-like hallucinogenic drug into her body.

The Elf Race girl's beautiful eyes immediately turned hazy, a flush spread across her delicate body, and she fell into a ******** state.

After drawing some of the Elf Race girl's blood and storing it away, Yang Feng set her down. She immediately collapsed limply into his arms, gasping for breath as her mind sank into confusion.

Only then did the human and Dragonkin Race girls let out a slight sigh of relief inwardly.

Becoming food for a True Blood Clan did not necessarily mean death; it depended on what kind of True Blood Clan was feeding. If it was a brutal True Blood Clan, those blood meals would certainly be tortured to death.

Du Qiao asked curiously, "The great Sixth True Ancestor has already issued a True Ancestor Order, commanding us to encircle and suppress the human Warlocks from the Azure Plane. Viscount Anderson, have you also come to take part in the campaign against those human Warlocks?"

Yang Feng smiled. "The great Seventh True Ancestor indeed issued a True Ancestor Order! However, I know my own limits. Every one of those human Warlocks from the Azure Plane is far stronger than I am. Even if I found them, I would be no match for them. I simply do not wish to meet them."

A burning gleam flashed through Du Qiao's eyes as he said slowly, "That's right. One