The moonlight had turned into a pure pale gold, and the Emperor Liquid was descending densely and swiftly, with Wang Weixun's body continuously absorbing it.
Changan and Dahei lay on the side, their wounds quickly healed by the rich Spiritual Energy, but the strength they exhausted could not be quickly regained.
After all, the Emperor Liquid they could absorb was not much due to the limitations of their bodies.
At this moment, He Qing appeared grave.
A faint trace of blood lingered at the corner of Wang Weixun's mouth, and although his ten fingers were manicured to be very tidy, they remained fierily sharp during the fight just now!
The red blood seeping through the gaps of his fingers could no longer be distinguished as Dahei's or Ye Shuwen's.
Now he remained expressionless and silent.
But within those eyes, which had turned golden brown, was clearly a beastly wildness!
Greed, wantonness, reckless abandon...
This was not a human at all!
