Otherwise, these warriors would never have the guts to come and kill them.

"Spare your life...I said..."

Without the protection of Yuan Dan Patriarch, the housekeeper suddenly became like a pug without its owner, not even daring to bark one more time.

…

Guard camp, in a secret room.

Sikong Zhengye is frantically speeding up the rate of absorbing Bi Fang's blood.

He knew that he didn't have much time.

Even if the Liuhuo Ancestor was invited to temporarily suppress Han Yang, it would only be a temporary measure.

A thousand-year elixir cannot allow a Yuan Dan ancestor to protect him for the rest of his life.

It is not easy to get the Liuhuo Ancestor to take action once.

The only way to get out of the predicament is to break through and enter the Yuan Dan realm before Han Yang attacks him.

Just when Sikong Zhengye was about to refine a trace of Bi Fang's blood, there was a sudden knock on the door of the secret room.

puff!

A mouthful of dirty blood spurted out.
Chapter completed!