At this moment, Xie Qiming had no idea that he himself had become the Blood Demon Watcher's prey.
He drove his spiritual power through the valley without restraint. This place was where the Blood Demon Race raised and absorbed their blood feed; most of the things bred here were creatures whose spirit crystals had been removed by blood demons, then sealed away with blood qi.
These beings wrapped in crimson threads possessed virtually no power to resist. All one needed to do was cut apart the sealing threads around them, and the corresponding materials could be taken out at will.
Of course, the sole limitation was that the seals upon these blood demon feed sources blocked spiritual-power probing.
In other words, before opening one, no one could tell to what extent the crystals inside had accumulated.
If one were opened prematurely while it was still gathering strength before maturation, the immature crystals would dissipate. It would be like drawing water with a bamboo basket—nothing but empty effort.
The cultivators Ye Xiu and the others had escorted in had been contaminated by blood demon toxins. Though the poison had tormented them until they were neither human nor ghost, it had also granted them some of the Blood Demon Race's abilities.
When they drew near these crimson crystal cocoons, mature crystals within would stir an intense craving in them. Breaking open such cocoons would allow them to successfully retrieve supplies.
Xie Qiming did not possess such an ability, but he did not care in the slightest.
The foundations of a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator meant that he did not even need to lift a hand. Spiritual power alone allowed him to swiftly harvest the restraints around the crimson cocoons before him.
With incessant squelching sounds, densely packed cocoons covering the ground were