"A King-Sealing Creation of the Spirit Race? Good. Very good! You dare come to laugh at me, Wu Ge? You must have a death wish."
Wu Ge knew exactly what these people wanted. They plainly intended to seize his treasure while he was trapped in the Spatial Rift.
Wu Ge's One-Star Heavy Treasure Warblade was still nearby.
More importantly...
Wu Ge had gained nothing from his battle with Qin Hao. He was furious, and having so many people witness it only soured his mood further.
"Then become nourishment for my Blood Soul Divine Body!"
Killing intent surged through Wu Ge. His Blood Soul Divine Body had suffered Severe Wounding, and he desperately needed to devour more Life Divine Power and Essence Blood to replenish it.
These Creation Experts... were perfect for the taking!
Whoosh!
Wu Ge's towering Divine Body shuddered, then transformed into a cloud of Blood Demon Qi less than a thousand meters across.
It swept forward, surrounding the Spirit Race King-Sealing Creation in an instant.
"No! Damn it!"
"Let me go, Wu Ge! I never offended you! Ah..."
The Spirit Race King-Sealing Creation roared and struggled frantically.
But even with his strength severely diminished, Wu Ge was no opponent an ordinary King-Sealing Creation could handle. The man's screams soon grew weaker and weaker.
By contrast,
the cloud of Blood Demon Qi that Wu Ge had become swelled little by little.
In almost the blink of an eye, it had grown back to a thousand meters across.
Whoosh!
An uproar swept through the crowd.
In that brief span, at least several hundred Marquis and King-Sealing Creation experts from various factions had arrived near the Spatial Rift.
The sight left every one of them aghast.
"Wu Ge's alive!"
"My heavens! At the crucial moment, Wu Ge severed his Divine Body