"Perhaps I won't need that many..."
Lin Bai squeezed a drop of blood from his fingertip. With a thought, the drop floating in midair split apart, becoming two drops. His eyes flashed, and the two drops became four, then four became eight... In the end, that first drop of blood had split into thousands of strands.
Lin Bai immediately took one strand of blood and injected it into the round cauldron, where a Golden Armor Beetle devoured it. Afterward, Lin Bai sensed a faint, tenuous connection between himself and the Golden Armor Beetle. It was extremely weak, but it truly existed.
Lin Bai knew that this tenuous connection would not last long. At most, the Golden Armor Beetle would break free of his control after a month.
But for Lin Bai, one month should be enough.
The Crow had once said that the giant god would traverse every corner of the Celestial God Tomb within three months. Lin Bai had already spent more than a month refining magic treasures on this mountain. If his calculations were correct, the giant god would arrive early—in at most another month.
"One month is enough!"
Lin Bai's thoughts sank as he injected all the blood strands into the round cauldron for the Golden Armor Beetles to devour.
At the same time, Lin Bai squeezed out more drops of blood and repeated the process, splitting them into thousands of strands and injecting them into the round cauldron.
Even though Lin Bai split every drop of blood into thousands of strands, he had never imagined that the consumption would still be so astonishing.
Two days later, nearly all the blood in Lin Bai's body had been drained. His face was pale, his eyes dull, and he looked like a man on the verge of death.
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