"Shut up!"
The blood figure finally could no longer bear Jiang Chen's harassment and clapped a hand over his mouth. But after reaching out, its expression changed abruptly.
"What?!"
A mass of spotted fur had appeared on its hand, resembling the features of a leopard or some other animal.
"It was you?" The blood figure immediately realized what had happened. A trace of horror lurked deep in its eyes as it stared fixedly at the young man before it.
By now, Jiang Chen no longer controlled his limbs. They were completely controlled by the blood threads spreading from the blood-red heart. He stood there blankly, like a puppet at another's mercy.
Yet his face was full of smiles.
"Don't stop. Keep going! Let us become one, immortal and indestructible from this day forth, living forever in this world! As long-lived as immortals and Buddhas, as enduring as heaven and earth!"
Hearing his crazed words, the blood figure involuntarily took a step back. The other party was far too bizarre; he had actually corrupted it without its noticing.
And no matter how hard it tried, this corruption seemed impossible to erase.
"So you're a monster too!"
It muttered this, still not overly panicked. First, it stopped the heart's possession attempt, then snapped off its own right hand and crushed it to dust!
Blood threads intertwined, and another hand grew out.
But to the blood figure's surprise, spotted fur still grew on it, as stubbornly tenacious as a medicinal plaster.
This time, it retreated even farther. With a single step, it returned to the sky above Divine Spirit Valley and stared coldly at Jiang Chen from afar.
The sight left everyone dumbfounded.
What was going on?
Had that nearly invincible blood figure actually suffered a setback against King Chen?
This revelation was