The Immortal's Blood, could it be that golden liquid?
But... it's clearly a pollution and curse on the cultivator!
He couldn't help recalling Yu Wuheng's almost lifeless state, feeling a chill running down his spine.
In his mind, countless thoughts were churning violently.
Sensing the undercurrents from the Realm Membrane behind him were still incomplete, Wang Ba felt a silent urgency.
At the same time, he also felt the skeptical gaze from the Six-fingered Divine Demon, and he steeled his heart, slowly transmitting his voice:
"Those Double-Pupil People who seem like the dead, where do you think they're from? The Double-Pupil Taoist deceived so many here, only for them to meet such a fate, aren't you afraid of the same consequence?"
The hand of the Six-fingered Divine Demon reaching toward the Little Cang World suddenly halted.
Noticing this subtle change, Wang Ba felt a moment of relief.
