C142 (1/2)

In the secret realm, when Murong Nantian temporarily trapped the ghost shadow, the rest of the people were still frantically running away.

Rank nine spirit beasts were known as unrivalled existences below the Nihility God Stage. Their strength was simply too terrifying. Even though people had already started running the moment they discovered them, there were still quite a few who died.

In the forest, a young man was trying his best to get rid of the spirit beasts.

The youth still had some lingering fear as he walked into the forest. Although his face looked exhausted, it was still a smile filled with hope that he had survived. His strength wasn't high, and people with his strength died in the mouth of spirit beasts.

The youth was also happy for his good fortune. Only after experiencing true life and death could he understand how wonderful it was to be able to survive.

Crash! *

However, at this time, under the scorching sun, a cold wind suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

This wind was very gentle and silent. However, it was ice-cold to the bone. It was as if even his soul was affected by it, causing him to tremble.

Hiss!

The youth took in a breath of cold air and could not help but shiver.

Swoosh!

Before he could even react, a blood-colored cold radiance appeared in his line of sight. With a speed that made it impossible for him to react, it entered his throat.

With a ”pu” sound, blood splattered. From start to finish, the youth did not understand what had happened.

In the next moment, a sinister and devilish face appeared in his iris. That terrifying and familiar face made the youth feel a bit absent-minded.

”Is... ”Why?” The youth used all his strength to ask. He was unwilling, but also confused. Why would he die here, in the hands of the person in front of him?

”Because your blood is very delicious. I need it!”