"Collect!"
At the critical moment, Wang Wu shouted and flung out the small cauldron, madly drawing in that ownerless, pure blood energy. It was even purer than the purest spiritual liquid—this was the real good stuff.
At the same time, he flung out a full twenty-three hairs, which transformed into twenty-three copies of himself. Together with his true body and the first hair, there were twenty-five Wang Wus.
Like twenty-five Taotie, they shot straight into the collapsing tidal wave of ownerless blood energy.
I suck, I suck! I suck!
Wang Wu did not actually dare to be too brazen, afraid someone would spot something amiss, so he had only taken one huge gulp with his Level 18 Spiritual Resonance.
Really, heaven and earth could bear witness.
Yet that single gulp had swallowed nearly two million points of vitality!
Meanwhile, Mud Lord had only just recovered from its shock and fury. It spat out a mouthful of old blood, its head buzzing, and it could not even make sense of what had happened.
In truth, who could make sense of it?
Before this, a full five million points of vitality had surged and raged through the entire arena like a tide that blotted out the sky.
Divine abilities and Dao techniques had been added to it.
Even with the organizers broadcasting live through the Flowing Light and Passing Shadow Formation, how could they possibly lock onto every minute change with precision?
Cultivators of greater strength could only judge by the shifts in the tidal wave of vitality. The weaker ones, such as cultivators below the Third Rank, could only tremble with pale faces. They did not even dare look. Even separated by two layers of mountain-protecting formations, the terrifying pressure was more than they could bear.
Thus, even Super First-Ranks like