Niu Dali and Yuan Bin, watching from the side, were startled. The fine white silken thread had now turned into a long blood-red line, connecting the sheep to Meng Zhao's index finger.
The cause of the silken thread's change in color could naturally only be the essence blood within the sheep.
Sure enough, in no more than a moment, the sheep, once plump and fleshy, became a dried corpse. Every last drop of blood essence within it had been sucked dry by the silken thread extending from Meng Zhao's fingertip, leaving not a trace behind.
If someone were to cut open the sheep's corpse now, they would see that its withered flesh had turned black, as though it had been air-dried for who knew how long.
Such a method was bizarre, sinister, and wicked. It was absolutely not the way of the righteous path, but instead suited the demonic path.
Niu Dali did not mind in the slightest. Instead, he repeatedly cheered in approval. To him, this ability to devour essence blood was the true orthodoxy of the demonic path.
Devouring the essence of all under heaven to nourish oneself—its power was limitless.
Yuan Bin, however, was greatly startled and secretly mused,
It was said that when Zhuangzi created the Northern Darkness Kun Peng Art, he had drawn immense inspiration from the Heavenly Silkworm Nine Transformations. Could it be that Zhuangzi himself had possessed this ability to devour essence blood?
Compared to the two onlookers, Meng Zhao, as the one producing the silken thread, found the sensation even more marvelous.
The silken thread had indeed sprouted from within his body. Its source was none other than the Eclosion Worm that had merged into him—or perhaps Heavenly Silkworm was the more fitting name. The energy required to produce the thread was