Contention

What is Dragon Saliva Incense?

Fu Qian's question stunned Ji Liushuang.

"Of course I know what Dragon Saliva Incense is, but I don't understand what you mean..."

Ji Liushuang replied muttering.

Fu Qian didn't expect her to understand.

An indigestible foreign object, once encased, is not yet true Dragon Saliva Incense. Only after being expelled by a whale and scoured by the ocean for hundreds of years does it become a true treasure.

A crucial point here is that the foreign object must be expelled.

Since the barrier of the Furnace cannot be broken, then let it expel him as a foreign object.

Perhaps this is a way to escape this desperate situation.

But if the Furnace is compared to a whale, then to be expelled, one must not only be an indigestible foreign object but also large enough.

Fu Qian strongly suspected that Feng Yunhong had been doing this all these years.

He slowly devoured subsequent Transcendants, accumulating himself as a foreign object, causing the Furnace's indigestion to worsen.

Until one day, it breaks that limit...

"Not understanding isn't a problem. As the ancients said, weakness and ignorance are not obstacles to survival; arrogance is. Just don't do things you don't understand."

Fu Qian winked at Ji Liushuang.

"You will help us, won't you?"

Unable to fully grasp Fu Qian's meaning for a moment, Ji Liushuang swallowed and quickly said.

"Although you don't quite fit in with everyone else, I know you're not a bad person. If there's a way to escape, please tell me. I'm willing to pay any price."

Fu Qian looked at Ji Liushuang's serious face, then at the other five people.

Apart from Ji Liushuang, none of them dared to meet his gaze, though they were clearly listening intently.

"Sorry, you can't get out."

Fu Qian ruthlessly shattered their hopes.

"Because you are too weak."

"Also, I might not be a bad person, but I am a mission participant."

Smiling at Ji Liushuang, Fu Qian leaped up, jumping directly to the center of the blood pool, where Feng Yunhong had originally stood.

The blood in the center of the pool instantly surged around him.

Fu Qian clearly felt his body being violently scoured by the blood, attempting to assimilate him.

"How about this?"

Fu Qian unhesitatingly plunged his right hand into the blood pool.

The wound where his little finger was missing instantly became a passage, and blood poured into his body through it.

"How dare you!"

A crazed howl echoed through the wilderness. A figure rose from the blood pool.

To call it a person would be an exaggeration. Strictly speaking, it was merely a humanoid monster with a torso and limbs, its face a blank slate.

"Do you know what you're doing?"

It was Feng Yunhong's voice.

"Of course I do, otherwise why would I be so enthusiastic about it?"

Fu Qian replied cheekily, and before Ji Liushuang and the others could react in horror, he ripped off his entire right arm.

The influx of blood instantly increased severalfold.

In a moment, he felt his body's surging vitality swell to its limits.

"Stop!"

Feng Yunhong's voice became more urgent.

"Do you know how many years I've prepared for this?"

"It seems you're very aware of your predicament?"

Fu Qian confirmed his suspicion.

This person had indeed thought of the same method.

To turn himself into an indigestible entity that couldn't be assimilated, and then have the Furnace expel him.

"I will never let you ruin decades of my effort!"

Seeing that Fu Qian not only didn't stop but escalated, Feng Yunhong, in his desperation, also began to accelerate his absorption.

But it was clear that his previous self-destruction had caused him immense damage, and he was still recovering.

As his absorption speed increased, his body immediately became unstable, almost losing his human form. He had no choice but to slow down again.

However, even so, relying on years of accumulation and familiarity, his absorption speed still far surpassed Fu Qian's.

His body began to gradually take shape, with internal organs, muscles, and various details appearing.

After confirming that Fu Qian posed no real threat to him, Feng Yunhong breathed a sigh of relief.

"Overestimating yourself, you fool. I let you escape last time, and I didn't expect you to come back and walk right into my trap."

He stared intently at Fu Qian.

"Soon I will personally send you on your way and let you experience the most extreme pain."

Hmph!

Facing Feng Yunhong's threat, Fu Qian snorted, completely unfazed.

"You've reminded me, shouldn't I strike first?"

Fu Qian stepped forward, walking all the way to Feng Yunhong's front.

He had no skin, his muscles were clearly visible, and one could even see his internal organs.

He had already absorbed more than half the blood in the pool, and Feng Yunhong's figure appeared even taller than before.

"You dare!"

Amidst Feng Yunhong's roar, Fu Qian took another step forward, allowing the other to grab his neck while his fingers, like blades, left a deep wound on Feng Yunhong's body.

However, the next moment, blood gushed from the wound, healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"No use struggling."

Feng Yunhong laughed maniacally.

"Although I'm inconvenient to move right now, as long as I stand in this blood pool, I absolutely won't die.

No matter what damage I sustain, it will be rapidly repaired."

"Is that so? Then how about this?"

Fu Qian blinked and thrust his hand through the still-healing wound, activating Internal Organ Critical Hit.

The blood pool beneath them trembled violently, and Feng Yunhong's screams echoed throughout the wilderness.

As Fu Qian withdrew his hand, surging blood poured from the wounds on his body.

"Stop it quickly!"

He had no skin, meaning his entire body was theoretically covered in wounds, making him a perfect target for organ extraction!

Ignoring Feng Yunhong's screams, Fu Qian struck again.

The six people on the shore were stunned.

When they saw Fu Qian jump directly into the blood pool earlier, they thought he had gone mad and was trying to commit suicide.

But now, it seemed he had been prepared all along, intending to kill Feng Yunhong.

As they watched Fu Qian's terrifying attacks elicit screams from Feng Yunhong, a figure suddenly rushed to the edge of the pool.

"Huang Zhaoyan!"

The group looked at the person who had suddenly appeared, greatly surprised.

"Idiot."

Huang Zhaoyan sneered at the group and jumped down without hesitation.

This guy wants to get a piece of the pie!

The people who were cursed instantly understood Huang Zhaoyan's intention.

Absorbing the blood in the center of the pool clearly enhanced strength. Feng Yunhong and Fu Qian were locked in a fierce battle, unable to pay attention to anything else.

Huang Zhaoyan wanted to join the fray.

Although dangerous, in a place like this, an extra bit of strength meant an extra bit of security for survival. Thinking about it, it was worth it.

As for calling them idiots, the reason was simple.

If they let the fight continue, no matter who won in the end, they would all be lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

A commotion arose among the crowd, and figures leaped up, rushing towards the center of the blood pool.