Tian Bai had once swallowed Shi Lan's blood essence. With the dragon pearl Shi Lan had bestowed upon him, he had now reached the Heavenly Dipper realm, and his bloodline had improved considerably. Taking human form was no longer a distant dream.
At that moment, he crouched beside the blood pool, gently licking Shi Lan's palm, his heart heavy with worry.
Shi Lan lay in the blood pool, her life force growing weaker by the moment. For some reason, the ancestral blood pool had failed to slow her injuries. Her condition was only getting worse.
Even the innate spirit body's self-repair was struggling under the strain of her withered life force and depleted blood energy.
Cang Yue wore a solemn expression as she paced beside the pool. Nearby, several newly joined demon kings exchanged glances, turbulent undercurrents swirling in their eyes.
One green-haired demon king licked his lips, a vicious glint flashing in his eyes as he stared fixedly at Shi Lan's body.
The moment this so-called "clan leader" drew her last breath, he would rush forward and devour her flesh and blood. That would minimize the side effects of losing the source of their bloodline.
Perhaps, by devouring this "clan leader," he might even take her place and become a "second generation."
These newly joined demon kings felt no reverence for Shi Lan. Seeing her on the brink of death, they naturally began entertaining all sorts of thoughts.
Since ancient times, the Demon Race had revered the strong. Compared with humanity, theirs was a far more naked law of the jungle.
Shi Lan's mind was a haze. She could no longer feel her limbs as her whole body sank endlessly, as if she had plunged into a bottomless abyss and was submerged in eternal darkness.
Where was this?