Blood Transfusion! Blood Transfusion!

Ten days later.

Xiao Yan's blood had almost entirely been drained away. He now looked like a skeletal man wrapped in skin, with only his heart still faintly rising and falling. A thread of purple-gold light coiled beside it.

When the last trace of blood flowed from his body, the bloody vortex beside Xiao Yan spun even faster. This time, however, it was no longer absorbing blood, but pumping blood into Xiao Yan's body.

Countless streaks of blood light surged frantically into Xiao Yan's body through his pores and skin, continuously washing through every corner of his body.

The Ancient Clan and Xiao Tribe bloodline powers, which had originally occupied the upper and lower layers, had long since separated to Xiao Yan's two sides. Like yin-yang fish, they wrapped around him at the center.

As the bloodline powers flowed back, both desperately sent their strength into Xiao Yan's body, neither willing to yield. If one sent in a strand, the other sent in a strand; if one sent in two strands, the other sent in two as well.

The two equal portions of bloodline power steadily transmitted energy inward, eventually meeting at Xiao Yan's heart.

The two bloodline powers, which should have been incompatible, encountered the Dragon-Phoenix Bloodline power lying dormant there. Under the Dragon-Phoenix Bloodline's mediation, the two unexpectedly formed a strange balance before slowly intertwining.

As the two external bloodline powers continuously poured in, the three bloodline powers of the same rank within Xiao Yan's body began undergoing an uncanny transformation.

One year later.

The blood-red pool water had somehow returned to its previous crystal-clear state. Meanwhile, the three bloodline powers beside Xiao Yan's heart had, at some unknown point, completely condensed together, forming a purple-red blood sphere the size of an infant's fist.

The moment the purple-gold