Qin Han's body was out of his control. His face grew paler and paler, his legs trembled, and his body swayed as if he might collapse at any moment.
Although Wen Ruo Ruo claimed she disliked Qin Han, seeing him in this state filled her with unbearable worry. She grabbed Li Mu Yang's arm and said urgently, "Young Master Xiangma, hurry and save Qin Han! He's almost done for. Hurry and save him! We don't want this hammer anymore. Just don't let him lose his life."
Qin Mu Yang sighed softly and said, "Don't panic yet. Let me think of a way."
Li Mu Yang reached out. The moment his finger touched the pillar of light, he was likewise bounced back.
It seemed that this Stone Hammer was far too greedy. When drinking blood, it didn't want anyone disturbing it.
Li Mu Yang used his qi to form a blade and cut another gash in his arm.
When he offered his bloodied arm, he still met with a violent rebound. Li Mu Yang didn't give up and extended his arm again. Perhaps it had smelled the scent of blood, because this time he successfully fed his arm inside.
Whoosh—
Blood sprayed wildly, flowing like a pillar.
The Stone Hammer was clearly even more interested in Li Mu Yang's blood. After absorbing it, the black radiance shining from the hammer gained a layer of blood-red at its center, and even the red pillar of light grew more dazzling and incandescent.
With Li Mu Yang's blood added, the pressure on Qin Han suddenly lessened.
Moistened by the blood, the layer of dust congealed over the Stone Hammer vanished. It became smooth and bright, its black radiance captivating, while it gave off an ancient aura that no one could afford to underestimate.
Boom!