There had never been any formation in the basin. Boss Hong had simply made it up.
His expression was somewhat awkward.
A trace of gloom also appeared in his eyes. "Don't ask what you shouldn't. This is a secret of the Witch Race!"
"Knowing too much won't do you any good!"
"Hurry up... anyone who wants to go, give me two drops of essence blood!"
The four of them looked at one another!
In the end, they had no choice but to grit their teeth and squeeze out their essence blood.
Wei Zhiyi, Yin Xiaoyue, and Cheng Mushan each offered two drops of essence blood. Only He Pingsheng remained unmoved.
"Hmm..." Boss Hong's eyes narrowed slightly. "What's the matter with you?"
"Boy, don't test my patience!"
He Pingsheng said, "I won't be giving you my essence blood, but I have a drop of fifth-grade essence blood here. Will that do?"
As he spoke, he took a fist-sized mass of golden divine blood from his ring.
It was Divine Venerable Realm essence blood.
"Th-this... hiss..." At the sight of that mass of essence blood, Boss Hong of the Witch Race instantly sucked in two cold breaths. "Th-this... this really is fifth-grade, the essence blood of a Shaman Venerable?"
He Pingsheng said, "More or less. Our Mystic Sect calls it Divine Venerable essence blood!"
He had obtained this essence blood after killing Gongsun Shiliu and the Divine Venerable Realm experts of the Gongsun Household, twelve drops from each person.
He had not only Divine Venerable Realm essence blood, but also sixth-grade Divine King Realm essence blood.
"Yes, yes..." Boss Hong was overjoyed. "Do you have any more? Give me another drop!"
He Pingsheng sneered. "You really know how to joke, Fellow Daoist Hong. Isn't one drop of this Divine King Realm essence