The pair of antennae on the blood-flea's head twitched flexibly in the air, seeming to probe for a certain aura. Perhaps due to being unable to detect anything, the blood-flea appeared somewhat anxious. Like an ant on a hot pan, it crawled back and forth over the moisture-covered rocks.
"Brother Yu, this blood-flea wouldn't have lost the mark you left earlier, would it?" Huo Ying said with some worry. "If so, all of us will have worked in vain for nothing."
"It won't. Maybe because of the Ghost clan invasion, the ambient spiritual auras here have become more chaotic than before, so the blood-flea needs a little time." Although Yu Dongbao said this, a thin layer of cold sweat had clearly oozed out onto his forehead. Clearly, he had no confidence in his heart either, only speaking words to comfort himself. If things really turned out as Huo Ying said, their efforts over the past few years would truly have been in complete vain.
Even Lu Xiaotian—although his gains over the past few days were not small, having even broken through directly to the Golden Core Late Stage, and additionally having obtained some benefits from the Dragon Lion of the Giant Stone Clan, through a round of fierce combat he still hadn't had time to refine the powerful force left in his body by the Dragon Lion—just like all Golden Core Late Stage cultivators, what he cared about the most was still the Nascent Soul Fruit. Compared to the Nascent Soul Fruit, all other benefits appeared to pale significantly.
Squeak, squeak...
After about the time it took to burn an incense stick, the entirely blood-red blood-flea let out a sharp cry, and its pair of constantly stretching antennae in the air steadied.
"Found it," Yu Dongbao said with excitement.
Before