This is bad! It wants all the essence blood in my body! Huang Xiao cried inwardly.
If he lost all his essence blood, Huang Xiao did not know whether he could survive.
Unfortunately, even if Huang Xiao wanted to stop his essence blood from draining away, it was already too late.
Besides, with his current strength, he could barely protect one thing.
Between his essence blood and his Divine Sense, he could only choose one.
Huang Xiao chose his Divine Sense. As his essence blood flowed out, there was nothing he could do.
With the loss of essence blood, Huang Xiao's body weakened, and his aura grew faint.
Before long, Huang Xiao's cheeks began to sink, and his skin lost its luster and became dry and withered.
His appearance was now changing to resemble Yan Youwang and the other practitioners of the Ghost Dao.
My essence blood is exhausted. Huang Xiao felt the essence blood in his body vanish little by little, until even the final drop was swallowed by the Supreme Ghost Stele.
Huang Xiao's aura ceased. He now looked exactly like a desiccated corpse.
As his essence blood ran out, Huang Xiao's hand, which had been stuck to the Supreme Ghost Stele, slid off.
The Supreme Ghost Stele showed no change, but the enormous stone coffin did.
The enormous stone coffin's lid shifted slightly, then paused. Immediately afterward, it flew off with a thunderous crash and landed heavily more than ten feet away.
A figure leaped out of the stone coffin and landed beside Huang Xiao.
"Not a disciple of the Ghost Spirit Sect? Judging by that aura just now, he should be someone from the Demonic Path. Could something have happened to the Ghost Spirit Sect? Was it destroyed?" The man was incredibly gaunt. His skin was