Puff!
The blood sprayed wildly like a fountain, with bright red droplets scattering through the air.
This is the blood of the Saint King.
As it sprinkled on the ground, it sizzled, like lava hitting the surface, scorching the land into pits of varying sizes.
More than that, thick white smoke billowed.
This Saint King's blood was drilling into the ground.
It already possessed an awareness.
If an ordinary person obtained even a drop of this blood, consuming it could extend their life for several hundred or even a thousand years.
If regular plants and trees received such Saint King blood irrigation, they could grow into valuable Spiritual Medicine.
"This is treasure!"
Little Lin grinned, and with a wave of his hand, collected the severed arm and blood into his palm, conjuring a cage of heaven and earth essence to imprison it.
"You bastard, return my arm!"
Hong Lian glared at Little Lin, roaring thunderously.
