"Grandfather!"
Fang Duohai's grandson had been watching the battle from the side. Seeing this, he was both shocked and terrified, yet still worried for Fang Duohai. He hurriedly flew forward, supported him, and sent his inner force into his body, hoping to soothe his internal injuries.
However, he was merely a minor Innate Martial Artist, with mediocre talent and a low realm. What he did was utterly useless.
At this moment, Fang Duohai was like a punctured balloon. In the briefest span of time, his once-abundant and vigorous life force leaked away entirely.
Yet in the next instant, a sight that stunned Mountain Lord, Shanhua, and Lü Yue—even Ao Bing and Meng Zhao—appeared before them.
Fang Duohai, already nearly at the end of his wick, suddenly struck. He pressed his hand, now dry and shriveled like a chicken claw, onto his grandson's crown. Brilliant blood light streamed from his five fingers, turning into five winding currents of blood that flowed ceaselessly through his palm and into Fang Duohai's body.
His grandson's eyes were filled with agony and disbelief, but at the same time, Fang Duohai seemed to have swallowed some miraculous elixir. His failing aura began to flourish once more.
"This is Blood Path Demonic Art. It uses blood relatives of the same origin as a lure, absorbing the power of their bloodline to strengthen oneself and restore one's condition. What a vicious heart!"
As Mountain Lord watched this scene, he not only ground his teeth in fury, but his entire being radiated deep hatred and lingering fear.
He had not recognized exactly which demonic art Fang Duohai was using, but from Fang Duohai's actions, he could broadly infer the origins and mysteries of the technique.
For instance, imperial martial arts would inevitably possess vast and surging King's Qi, upright