The Chaotic Situation (3)

The monk's eyes lit up, and he snatched it over in an instant.

He opened the bottle and took a sniff.

Pure, refined blood essence, brimming with energy—the finest of the finest.

This kid.

He really hadn't lied to him.

"Work hard. Put in some effort. If your performance satisfies me, I'll give you a bonus."

Wang Ye said lazily.

Another identical large bottle appeared in his hand, still filled with bloody water.

The monk stared at Wang Ye so hard his eyes nearly popped out.

There was more.

He should've stood firm and demanded twenty pounds!

But—

The monk took a deep breath and gulped down a third of the bloody water before carefully sealing the bottle and putting it away.

After replenishing some bloody water, he felt his combat strength rise again.

He had just made a sacrifice and was far too weak.

Only now had he truly returned to the peak of his fighting strength.

He stared coldly at Maitreya. The next second, he charged without hesitation. The bronze Buddha statue squeezed a tiny head out from his chest, its face twisted in ferocity as it bared its fangs and waved its claws.

Behind the monk, a seated Buddha Image appeared.

However, the Buddha Image had long since lost its golden light. Instead, it was filled with a bloody glow and held a nine-ringed staff.

For a moment, the stench of blood grew overwhelmingly thick, enough to make one nauseous.

Then he appeared beside Maitreya.

"Golden Cicada. So it really was you."

Maitreya abruptly opened his eyes, sighed, and said.

He had indeed muted himself, but that did not mean he could not sense auras. This guy's aura had already spread to such an extent. If he were still spacing out, he would be an idiot.

Maitreya