Seeing all of Blood Year's tentacles hanging limply, scattered across the ground like dead snakes, Song Wen stopped the giant corpse phantom he controlled from attacking.
He also recalled the gu worms that had been darting about and biting wildly inside Blood Year.
"Is Blood Year dead?" Mi He asked.
"It isn't a living creature, so life and death don't apply to it," Song Wen said. "It has simply suffered such severe injuries that it has fallen dormant for now. With enough blood sustenance and spiritual energy, it will soon recover completely."
"Let's hurry and divide Blood Year, lest a long night bring more troubled dreams," Lan Chen said.
Blood Year's ball-shaped body was enormous, measuring over a li in diameter.
Mo Yexue's bonded flying sword sliced through Blood Year's tough hide. Then the giant corpse phantom formed by the Twelve Capital Corpse Formation summoned an immense saber and cut Blood Year's body into four portions.
Song Wen, Lan Chen, and Mo Yexue each received thirty percent, while Mi He received ten percent.
"Fellow Daoists, the Beast Taming Sect's earth veins are still sealed. If this continues for too long, it may cause irreparable damage. I'll take my leave first and go unseal them."
With that, Mi He raised her hand and sent out a stream of magical power to envelop Blood Year's remains.
Seeing this, Mo Yexue and Lan Chen exchanged a glance, a trace of coldness flashing in both their eyes.
Yet they did not act immediately. Instead, Mo Yexue sent Song Wen a voice transmission through her divine sense.
"Extreme Yin, is thirty percent of Blood Year's flesh enough for one person to advance to Spirit Transformation?"
Mo Yexue's question was not really directed at Song Wen, but at Xugeng.
Song Wen gave an almost imperceptible nod.