One step, two steps, three steps.
Jiang Ping'an reached the edge of the pool, and Primal Chaos Immortal Power probed into the formation, following the veins of the formation patterns to unravel them in reverse. Those sealing patterns were like transparent threads before him, undone one by one.
He reached into the pool and grabbed two drops of Taiyuan God Devil Essence Blood.
Golden light bloomed in his palm. The two drops of Taiyuan God Devil Essence Blood struggled faintly, but they could not break free from his hand. He stored the Taiyuan God Devil Essence Blood in the Creation God Wheel and turned to retreat.
The third drop of Taiyuan God Devil Essence Blood was taken from afar by the Lan Race Dao Ancestor with the power of a Dao Ancestor.
That Dao Ancestor was extremely fast, and the timing of his move was perfect—Jiang Ping'an had drawn everyone's attention, and he seized the chance to succeed.
Jiang Ping'an was not greedy. He withdrew to Lanling Wang and Feng Qing'er's side, and the Nine-Colored Dao Domain enveloped the three of them.
He raised the two drops of Taiyuan God Devil Essence Blood in his hand, swept his gaze across the entire hall, and said indifferently, "Who else wants to snatch them?"
Di Mo was half-kneeling on the ground, blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, and did not speak. Xingzhen God Devil slid down from the wall, his chest in agony, even breathing difficult. The Golden-Scaled True Dragon curled up in a corner, its dragon eyes filled with fear. The other experts looked at one another, and no one dared answer.
The two drops of Taiyuan God Devil Essence Blood were already in Jiang Ping'an's grasp. And who dared rob someone who could injure Di Mo with one