A gentle Buddha light flowed across the Buddha Seal, holy aura surging forth.
The lingering radiance fell over Su Shi'er and Hu Meier beside him, clearing their minds.
In the blink of an eye, the Buddha light collided with the ancient battle phantom charging toward them. At the instant of contact, the ancient battle phantom abruptly froze.
Bathed in the Buddha light, it exploded with a thunderous blast, just as before.
But this time, the ancient battle phantom did not reform. Instead, amid a violent surge of spatial currents, a blood droplet the size of a soybean materialized in midair, vivid and glistening.
"This is... Brother Su, Ancient God Essence Blood!"
The moment she saw the blood droplet, Hu Meier's eyes lit up, and she immediately cried out.
Just as her words fell.
Su Shi'er flicked his hand. Vast True Yuan poured forth, and he swiftly drew the drop of Ancient God Essence Blood into his palm.
"What? These ancient phantoms were actually transformed from Ancient God Essence Blood?"
"There may not be a thousand ancient battle phantoms here, but there are at least eight hundred. Doesn't that mean... there are at least eight hundred drops of Ancient God Essence Blood in this place?!"
"Ancient God Essence Blood is of tremendous benefit to our Demon Race as well!"
In the distance, several Demon Cultivators exchanged glances as their voices rang out one after another.
"What are you standing around for? Move!" A cold glint flashed through Xuan Shi's eyes.
As he spoke, Demonic Qi churned violently around his hands.
Before his companions could make a move, he swayed and charged toward the battle phantoms ahead.
With a single punch, the space before him rippled. The pressure of heaven and earth sweeping in from every direction trembled beneath the force of