The Golden Silkworm Gu quickly left Miao Zi's body and returned to Luo Bin.
Swaying unsteadily, Luo Bin forced himself to his feet through sheer willpower.
Just then, a gray-white blur flashed past. Fourth Master Gray had leaped onto his shoulder.
"Little Luo, we never used this bag of blood! What were you doing, giving him blood and empowering the hexagram too? That bad-tempered old man never even took Fourth Master's attack."
Fourth Master Gray held the Water Pouch in his mouth, muffling even his squeaks.
Luo Bin's pupils contracted. He took the Water Pouch, crouched down, found a wound on Miao Zi's chest, and poured the blood into it!
Too much of Miao Zi's life force had been drained. His wounds had not healed at all.
The blood was like water sinking into sandy soil that had been dry for years. Miao Zi's skin did not regain the slightest fullness. This blood held only a fraction of his life force, nowhere near enough to replenish what he had spent.
"Little Luo, you've drained him dry. You might as well save that blood for you and Fourth Master to enjoy slowly. At least he wouldn't go to waste. Pouring it back into him now is a drop in the bucket," Fourth Master Gray squeaked incessantly.
Luo Bin ignored him. He secured the Water Pouch and stood again, applying a Spirit-Inviting Talisman as he did so. With Fourth Master Gray possessing him, he could stand firmly.
His attention remained on the battle. He never looked away.
All of this had actually happened very quickly.
Patriarch Liu Yinping alone had yet to leave.
Liu Yinping could not end this of his own accord. No one could make someone possessed by a Patriarch spit out the corpse core. The body's expenditure had already