Ye Jingcheng condensed a drop of blood essence and sent it flying toward the Negative-Origin Turtle.
The Negative-Origin Turtle was somewhat surprised. It had no fear whatsoever of blood essence or blood pacts; it even considered them rather childish.
But when it saw the hint of gloating in the Purple Luan Eagle's eyes beside it, it began to suspect there was more to this.
Even so, it had no way to refuse now.
The enormous apparition of Luan Eagle Devours Dragon still hovered high overhead, ready to crash down at any moment. At its peak, it naturally would not have feared it, but now its true essence was nearly exhausted, and its shell had reached a critical threshold.
If it truly wanted to keep wearing them down, it could hold out for another few days, but by then, it would have even less bargaining power.
What a Luan Eagle with its head in the clouds. How will you condense your Dharma Manifestation when the time comes? Admitting defeat was one thing, but the Negative-Origin Turtle still could not stand the Purple Luan Eagle, and it did not forget to sneer coldly at it inwardly.
It knew the eagle had yet to develop a Dharma Manifestation and had only temporarily condensed one through the enhancement of secret arts and divine abilities.
If a junior of its own clan had done such a thing, it would certainly have reprimanded them for reaching far beyond their grasp.
Ye Jingcheng's blood essence soon entered its body, and it took the opportunity to assume its spirit form.
"This old one, Return-to-Zen, pays respects to my master." When it felt the blood pact turn into a Soul Pact and an irrevocable will emerge, the Negative-Origin Turtle could no longer remain composed. It hurriedly bowed in greeting.