Ao Qingzhou shuddered and slowly turned his head.
He saw a blood-stained phantom floating in the air.
"You..."
This blood-colored illusion was simply too terrifying, even a Fifth Grade King Realm cultivator like Ao Qingzhou was scared into a cold sweat, instantly soaking his clothes.
From this blood-colored illusion, he felt an evil presence and murderous intent.
Ao Qingzhou forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart and immediately took out the Blood-colored Token.
"I have the token, you are my servant, kneel immediately!"
Upon hearing this, the blood-colored illusion laughed heartily, the laughter full of mockery.
"Young one, this token is just a bait I threw outside."
"I have thrown out thousands of such tokens; over the course of several thousand years, at least hundreds have brought these tokens here."
"They all eventually became my Blood Food."
"They nourished this Residual Soul of mine, allowing me to survive to this day."
