The millions of blood-colored threads Chu Xisheng released only withdrew after grinding both the Bone-Resting God Attendant and the God-Traveling God Attendant into bloody powder.
Chu Xisheng discovered that the number in the "Wish Stone" field of his character panel had changed from "0" to "3."
That Attendant One had brought him nothing, presumably because he had burned up all his divine blood.
Chu Xisheng reflected inwardly, thinking that he ought to strike sooner next time.
How did that saying go? Pluck the flower while it may be plucked; do not wait until no flowers remain and snap an empty branch.
Chu Xisheng still did not know what wishes these three Wish Stones could grant, but he was happy nonetheless.
Just as Chu Xisheng withdrew his gaze from the character panel with a foolish grin, Luo Hanzong had already returned to his side.
Quite wary of those red threads, he kept ten zhang away and spoke with a hint of complaint. "Saber Lord, there is nothing wrong with refining your formless mixed-origin divine baleful intent into your god-slaying blood astral force, but you should have given me a warning."
He actually had considerable talent for acting, too, and was confident he could have deceived those four God Attendants whose minds were already abnormal.
Chu Xisheng merely chuckled again. He raised a hand and pointed at a weapon rack in a nearby corner, then sent a thought toward it.
A clang instantly rang out over there.
Over a hundred blood-red threads had pierced toward it with his thought, grinding the weapon rack to pieces.
Even the incredibly solid wall was left with pinholes several feet deep.
At the sight, Luo Hanzong's expression sharpened. "I see. These grievance baleful intents are too powerful, making them very difficult to control indeed. I fear