The Blood Spirit Clan had been able to dominate the Primordial Universe with absolute superiority not only because of the Blood Spirit Ancestor's leadership, but also because of the formidable advantages inherent to the race itself.
It was no exaggeration to say that the Blood Spirit Clan was a special lifeform race capable of endless reproduction. Their racial talents revolved around the words "blood spirit." Wherever flesh-and-blood life existed, they could suck away its blood spirit like leeches, rapidly growing and reproducing at a terrifying rate. Before them, the Zerg were truly no more than ants.
The Blood Spirit Clan had no fixed form. One could be a human, a bird, or even a stone. What mattered most was their blood spirit core—only those who possessed such a core could be called members of the Blood Spirit Clan.
Xue Xi floated in the air, watching Qi Lingyue within the Blood Spirit Pool. Her expression had already calmed, but Xue Xi knew that she had buried all her emotions deep inside, with every thought now devoted to vengeance.
The energy within the Blood Spirit Pool transformed into countless fine threads that wound around Qi Lingyue's body. Ignoring the heavy treasure armor she wore, the energy branded itself directly onto her skin before seeping beneath it like parasites clinging to bone.
Flesh, meridians, organs, bones—no part was spared by the blood-colored energy as it gradually altered the essence of Qi Lingyue's life. As time passed, the itching and pain steadily intensified.
Qi Lingyue's brows knitted tightly together. The agony of the transformation caused fine beads of sweat to form on her forehead. Red lines spread from her legs to her waist, then climbed her swanlike, delicate neck and covered her entire face.
It looked as though her whole face had cracked apart,