"Alas, put that way, Kui Yong could only use the essence blood of successive Hall Masters like you. During every Thousand-Year Period, far too many Jianghu experts died at your hands. The power of the essence blood in your bodies must have reached a terrifying level. I dare not imagine it," Fan Zhuolang sighed.
"With such astonishing essence blood, it's only natural that the Old Demon could survive," Zuo Qiu Shu said. "I'm even worried that while we can barely maintain our strength from back then, the Old Demon might have used such vast quantities of essence blood to grow even stronger."
"Surely not?" Fan Zhuolang exclaimed in surprise. "If he grows even stronger, what chance do we have?"
Huo Lian's expression had also turned very grim.
Although Zuo Qiu Shu's words were not what they wanted to hear, they had to admit that such a thing was very likely to happen.
This was no longer simply about staying alive. If survival were all he wanted, he had gone to far too much trouble.
So he surely had some other aim. What could it be besides increasing his strength?
Over ten thousand years, even a tiny improvement each year would accumulate until the extent of the Old Demon's increased strength became unimaginable.
"If that's really the case, even if my big brother were still here, I don't know whether he could match Kui Yong," Zuo Qiu Shu said, her expression darkening.
"Why wouldn't he be a match for Kui Yong?" Fan Zhuolang said. "That Old Demon Kui Yong has been improving his strength, but would your big brother have been sitting idle all these years?"
"Hmph, what use is there in talking about the Immortal Alchemist now?" Huo Lian snorted. "However strong he is, how can he help with what