"Urgh-"
An hour after consuming the blood plasma, Feng Zhongli and Xuan Li each vomited up a mass of black blood, mixed with fragments that resembled metal but were not wood.
Song Wen looked at the black blood on the ground, his brows knitting slightly.
Yuan Rong, Yi Ji, and He Ying also looked over, concern in their eyes.
The three of them had come to understand that, if they wanted to survive, they would have to consume the blood plasma sooner or later.
If Feng Zhongli and Xuan Li died of poisoning after consuming it, that would amount to cutting off their last avenue of escape.
"Don't worry. I'm fine."
Feng Zhongli addressed these words to Song Wen beside her.
"I merely vomited up some things my body couldn't absorb. After expelling them, I actually feel much better."
Xuan Li agreed.
"It was the same for me."
"That's good." Song Wen nodded slightly.
After consuming the blood plasma, he had felt no discomfort, nor had he vomited anything up.
All the blood plasma he swallowed had been absorbed by his body.
Song Wen guessed that this might be because the blood plasma was formed from his life-bound magical treasure, or because cultivating the myriad poisons primordial body had involved ingesting large quantities of highly toxic substances, making his internal organs different from those of ordinary people.
At the sight, Yuan Rong's, Yi Ji's, and He Ying's eyes brightened slightly.
For them, this was undoubtedly good news.
With a steady food supply, the five other than Song Wen, though unable to consume the blood plasma as freely as he did, at least no longer had to worry about starving to death.
The dragon soul gnashed its teeth in hatred, but there was nothing it could do.
Nevertheless, it continued