Even Lu Wangshu, upon seeing her father's current expression, couldn't help but be intimidated, feeling a surge of astonishment in her heart.
"Wooo wooo woo..." The artifact spirit of the Myriad Ghosts Blood Pool felt itself being suppressed by a powerful force.
It seemed that just a little bit more pressure would erase its spirit and obliterate it.
It trembled and lamented, wanting to struggle to defend its dignity, but it had no power to resist.
Feeling its spirit gradually being extinguished, it immediately submitted, choosing to deplete its Spirit Treasure Origin to condense the Blood of Myriad Spirits.
"Hmph."
Lu Changsheng saw this and then coldly snorted, releasing his suppression.
But then, the endless blood-colored brilliance of the Myriad Ghosts Blood Pool, like an inkstone, bloomed, and the blood in the pool was still boiling hot, intertwining with the blood-colored mist, beginning to form the Blood of Myriad Spirits.
