One of the cores of the Thirteen Blood Cities was now in his possession, and he could draw on its power at will. Even now, Gao Ming found it unreal. The master of Central Blood City had not merely lent it to him, but seemed to have given it to him outright, even saying that it had belonged to him all along.
Even without its Blood City Lord, destroying a Blood City would exact a heavy price, so Gao Ming did not attempt to merge with the city core. He only drew on its power to heal himself.
But while he had no such intention, the Flesh-and-Blood Immortal was another matter. The four ghost faces that had merged with the Rotting Lord, along with the Life Aspects, including Gong Xi, were all frantic with longing. This thing tempted them far more than Gao Ming had imagined.
"Until you settle things among yourselves, I'll hold on to the city core for you."
The wounds on the surface of his body were healing, but the damage within was still recovering slowly. Delirium was an ability that hurt its user almost as much as the enemy. No wonder Dream had never considered using it while alive.
A terrifying surge of power interrupted Gao Ming's thoughts. He was not its target, yet even the energy spilling outward stabbed at his skin like knives.
Looking toward Xinhu Blood City, Gao Ming was startled. Such painful, terrifying power was actually emanating from the little girl who looked the weakest of them all.
Her name seemed to be Xiao Bu. Ever since stepping out of the Blood Gate, she had stayed close to the adults, shy and withdrawn. Only her eyes seemed more lively than those of an ordinary Calamity God.
"Every one of these Calamity Gods