Gazing at the seven brilliantly crimson blood droplets suspended before him, each wrapped in what looked like a ball of flame, Qin Fengming felt a mix of pleasant surprise and inevitable disappointment.
Looking at the seven exceedingly crimson drops of blood floating before him, each seemingly wrapped in a ball of flame, Qin Fengming felt delighted, yet could not help feeling somewhat disappointed.
After all, that tenth-grade fire crow's body had been a dozen-plus zhang in magnitude, towering like a small mountain.
After all, that Level 10 Fire Crow's body had been more than a dozen zhang tall, towering like a small mountain.
Yet after he had consumed five drops of ice marrow and scores of drops of spirit liquid, he had barely managed to condense these seven tiny fire crow divine blood droplets, which truly made Qin Fengming feel that the input vastly outweighed the output.
Only after consuming five drops of Ice Marrow and more than a dozen drops of spirit liquid had it barely condensed these seven tiny drops of Fire Crow divine blood. Qin Fengming truly felt that the gains did not make up for the losses.
If this thought of Qin Fengming's were known to those mighty figures of the Tongshen and Xuanling realms, it would undoubtedly make them all pass out on the spot from sheer anger; the divine blood of an ancient heaven-and-earth divine avian, even if one managed to obtain a single drop, was a monumental fortuitous encounter. To obtain seven drops—no matter how great the price required—those mighty figures would not even blink an eye.
If those mighty beings at the Divine Connection and Profound Spirit realms learned of Qin Fengming's thoughts, they would certainly be angered into fainting on the spot. The divine blood of an ancient divine bird of