The being wielding the war spear knew all too well what Primordial Black Blood was. It was a substance that transcended the ultimate, and its inherent power did not change with its size, quantity, form, or the like.
One could say that whether it was a drop or a mass, as long as it was Primordial Black Blood, it possessed the same magnitude.
To a certain extent, even for that being, obtaining it would be beneficial, enough to undergo a strange evolution at the end-of-the-road level.
However, if an outsider obtained it, it would be no substance that transcended the ultimate.
Of course, this did not mean Primordial Black Blood was some deadly poison to outsiders. Rather, after being corrupted, certain aspects would violate the ethics of normal living beings-for instance, the ultimate question of whether one was still oneself.
Bzzz!
The incantation uttered by the being wielding the war spear seemed to stimulate the Black Blood in some way, as though granting it mysterious power through an inexplicable connection and sending down the power of a curse.
What exactly had happened? How could this be? What had triggered the Black Blood's eruption?
With no time to think, Di Yi had no choice but to enter the Rotten Wooden Box, completely cutting himself off from the world behind that inexplicable thing.
He had sensed some earth-shaking profound power trying to sway his thoughts, guiding him and even instilling an illusion in him that he needed to return somewhere.
Boom!
The instant he entered the Rotten Wooden Box, Di Yi also launched a comprehensive counterattack.
In an instant, the Black Blood was suppressed until its true nature was exposed. Wisps of red Order Divine Chains resembling those of the war spear appeared, seemingly forming a single, indivisible whole with it.
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