"Futile! Futile! You know nothing about me."
The hoarse roar coming from all directions carried barely restrained excitement.
This Saint Luo Race member no longer cared about parasitizing Mu Fan. He could not wait to touch that box, seal it completely, and send it away.
"Such a pure aura... It must be it, it must be!"
After the yellow blood pierced through Mu Fan's palm, it formed a hand covered in grotesque veins and reached forward.
Sizzle, sizzle. Mu Fan watched the yellow blood lifeform pass through his palm, his eyes utterly cold.
"Hahaha, I've got it—"
"Ah, what's happening?"
The hand formed from yellow blood had already touched the edge of the white light, yet its arm suddenly sank as though it had been severed.
The voice in Mu Fan's ears, once arrogant and excited, now contained only panic and furious desperation.
Rip.
The yellow blood wrapped around the back of Mu Fan's head spread apart, revealing a pair of lonely eyes that trembled as they poked out on their tentacles to look.
A layer of bubbling black liquid clung to Mu Fan's right palm.
Like black flames, it completely ignited the yellow blood. Nothing but ash remained afterward, and the instant that blackness appeared, it spread rapidly like a prairie fire.
All Saint Luo Blood, whether liquid or solidified into muscle-like forms, had not the slightest ability to resist it.
"Th-this, what is this?!"
"...No, wait. How could you possibly be that person?"
A terrified voice rang out.
He had never imagined that the one who had killed his companion was the natural enemy of the Saint Luo Race.
It was a suppression of their race that extended from soul to flesh.
How could this brat... possibly be that person?!
A violent shriek rang out. The yellow blood