After coming to a stop, Luo Hong's spiritual sense moved, and a vortex of deathly qi appeared behind him.
A buzzing sound drew nearer from afar as a large number of blood mosquitoes flapped out of the vortex of deathly qi. They circled above Luo Hong's head, forming an Insect Cloud.
"Go!"
Luo Hong lightly pointed with his sword fingers, and over a hundred blood mosquitoes flew out of the Insect Cloud, descending toward those Blood Path Formation Patterns.
The moment the two came into contact, all the blood mosquitoes turned into blood water and merged into them, leaving no trace of anything unusual.
At this moment, Luo Hong formed a hand seal with one hand. The Blood Path Formation Patterns flashed twice, then each separated out a lump of blood water the size of a lychee.
The next moment, all the blood water shot into the air and gathered in one place, condensing into a large mass of blood water.
Then, at Luo Hong's command, the blood mosquito swarm in the air swooped down and, in the blink of an eye, sucked the entire mass of blood water dry!
"Go. At any cost, carry out my order!"
As soon as Luo Hong's words fell, the blood mosquito swarm of more than ten thousand immediately split into over a dozen groups and flew in all directions.
Thanks to the Blood Mist Spiritual Land, these blood mosquitoes had greatly increased their cultivation after a certain degree of fusion, making them far faster than before. Otherwise, they would have been of no use now.
I hope they make it in time.
After watching the blood mosquitoes vanish beyond the horizon, Luo Hong sat cross-legged in midair, took out a compass, and began calculating.
Two days later, Mu Jinshan and Yun Ni's group