The moment the White-Haired Man appeared, Zhang Jingbei and Langhao knew something was wrong. As they listened to his exchange with Chen Cuo, their expressions kept changing. When they saw him use his Divine Ability, their hearts leaped into their throats.
Zhang Jingbei could not help shouting a warning. "Big brother, watch out! He's draining your lifespan and vital essence!"
The memory of the long-haired man's ambush came rushing back to him.
His body had shuddered violently then, too. Blood had seeped uncontrollably from every pore, gathering into streaks of crimson light like long rainbows. They had carried away his vital essence and the very foundation of his lifespan, all into the White-Haired Man's grasp.
Then came a crushing weakness. His flesh aged before his eyes, and his black hair turned streaked with white.
"When he drained us, if we hadn't reacted quickly... Hm?"
Halfway through, Zhang Jingbei noticed something different. Why was Golden Light pouring from Chen Cuo instead of crimson rainbows?
Had Chen Cuo's blood already turned to liquid gold?
In the space of a thought, the White-Haired Man had caught the streaks of Golden Light. He squeezed them into a pill.
The pill shone.
He gave Chen Cuo a searching look. "Not Qi and Blood, but... Buddha Light? You were prepared. You knew what my Divine Ability would do?"
"This technique of yours is an Innate Divine Ability. Even knowing its effect, I couldn't have worked out its workings and prepared a defense in so little time."
Chen Cuo had barely finished speaking when the White-Haired Man opened his mouth and inhaled again.
This time, fierce winds surged and dust rolled all around them. It seemed he would draw even the earth of the surrounding Jungle into his mouth.
Yet Golden Light still rose from Chen Cuo.