Qin He hid within the churning demonic mist, holding his breath and focusing his mind. He clearly saw Blackstone Elder's body rapidly shriveling, his life force pouring out like floodwaters released from a breached dam.
The rate at which it was dissipating was several times faster than when Qin He had endured it himself.
Could it be that the weaker one's vitality, the faster it gets devoured? His heart stirred. Previously, spiritual plants and Pills had turned into powder, withered branches, and fallen leaves the moment they were taken out.
It seemed there were enormous differences even between people.
Blackstone Elder was both righteous and wicked, and his magical power was formidable, but his body was clearly frail. Without his magical power, he would at most be slightly stronger than an ordinary person; he would probably be out of breath even from walking.
The rate at which the life force in his body was draining was already nearly catching up to that of uprooted spiritual plants.
In that short span of time, Qin He could already see that he had grown noticeably weaker and more hunched over.
Within an hour, he would be drained into a dried corpse.
At the same time, at the edge of the Demon Abyss, the Divine Envoy atop the Golden War Chariot wore a face as cold as frost.
He did not care in the slightest whether Blackstone Elder lived or died. He merely snapped impatiently,
"Stop howling there. He is nothing but a petty thief at the end of his tether, and you are this terrified of him? Get in there and drag him out for me."
As his words fell, the killing intent in his eyes had already reached the brink of becoming unbearable.
Blackstone Elder shuddered all over. The last shred