In mere breaths, a bottomless vortex formed around him.
The vortex ravenously devoured the filthy blood qi pouring from the yin grotto in the Earth Vein.
The Gray-Robed Elder's once-gaunt face had begun to fill out, and his eyes glowed red like lamps.
In particular, the dark red marking between his brows writhed constantly as though it had come alive, and his aura climbed steadily.
By contrast, Jiang Fan's condition grew worse and worse.
The twelve Great Daos behind him still shone brightly, but they showed faint signs of instability, as though running out of strength.
"Heh heh heh!"
"Take another palm strike!"
Boom!
The Gray-Robed Elder struck with his palm, and blood-colored shadows filled the air, crashing toward Jiang Fan like a colossal wave.
Jiang Fan narrowed his eyes and threw a punch to meet it.
But the next instant...
Bang!
He and his Great Daos were sent flying together.
His feet plowed two deep furrows through the ground before he barely managed to stop.
"It's useless! Stop your pointless struggling!"
The Gray-Robed Elder sneered.
"Your Great Daos were given to you by others!"
"What others give you is never truly your own!"
"How can you hope to outlast me?"
As he spoke, he stamped his foot again.
Even more vast blood-fiend aura poured into his body from the depths of the yin grotto in the Earth Vein.
His aura climbed again, vaguely approaching the threshold of the Dao Realm peak.
"This is bad!"
"We can't let him keep going!"
Wei Lang cried out.
Unable to hold back, he raised his hand again, pressed two fingers together, and pointed them at the space between his brows.
"Wei Lang, have you lost your mind?"
Just then, a figure stepped in front of Wei Lang.
"You're going to extract another Great