Adams was pinned to the ground just like that, dying with his eyes wide open.
The eight hundred death warriors looked terrified and did not dare move rashly.
Morigen, on the other hand, remained fairly calm, because he had truly lost all interest in Mo Qiong.
When he saw Mo Qiong look over, Morigen smiled faintly, placed his right hand over his chest, and gave a salute.
Mo Qiong withdrew his attention, pulled the Best Metal out of Adams, and compressed it into a sphere with his mind, making it only the size of a pomelo.
Inside the Best Sphere, a character—"Qiong"—emerged from the inner wall of the Best Metal itself as the Landing Point.
Mo Qiong began transferring the dragon blood into the Best Sphere. The liquid that struck the Black Wall this time no longer floated into the sky, but vanished directly.
As for the blood already in the sky, it was floating slowly enough that he could ignore it for now. Once it fell, Mo Qiong could simply sweep it into the Best Sphere.
After several dozen minutes, the river had dried up. Only the golden blood in the riverbed had yet to run dry.
The Yellow River itself had already stopped flowing. Upstream, Master Gou, Jiang Long, and several dozen Dragon Blood Warriors had forcibly altered the river's course, preventing any water from passing through the heart.
Thus, the downstream area where Mo Qiong stood was purely a flood of dragon blood, still rushing onward.
"The dragon blood is gone..." Morigen watched everything unfold, but naturally could not see through the trick.
He only felt that the Black Wall had suddenly become like a pitch-black hole, swallowing everything into itself.
Morigen even suspected for a while that the place might be the celestial realm.
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