Baili An placed his palm close to the ice coffin, and the black breath entwined around the coffin suddenly wrapped around and bit into him, slicing several wounds onto his palm. Fresh blood seeped into the ice coffin, which finally pulled that hovering breath back from the brink of peril.
Although the breath was still weak, the previously desiccated and near-numb state had begun to change and recover.
Different bodies, same origin.
The blood between members of the corpse demon Royal Family was the sweetest nourishment in the world for each other.
Su Jing seemed to sense the fluctuations of the unusual breath inside the black coffin as well. A glint of light briefly condensed in her eyes. After silently observing the ice coffin for a moment, as if she had discerned something, her dark pupils slightly narrowed, and the tips of her fingers hidden in her sleeves tightened.
