The Blood Stone shattered, and a blood-red glow shot up into the sky.
Immediately afterward, the blood-red glow trembled violently and condensed into a three-foot vortex, from which a terrifying pulling force erupted.
In the blood-red space, countless vapors of blood, following the three-foot vortex, charged toward it at the speed of lightning.
In an instant, the three-foot vortex had condensed into a blood vortex dozens of feet large.
The blood vortex spun madly, with each rotation drawing countless infinite blood vapor rapidly into the red vortex.
"You little rat, just wait for me! Once I have absorbed all this Bloodline Power, it will be your end," John Willing roared murderously. Thıs content belongs to 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵•𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒•𝙣𝙚𝙩
With a stomp, his massive beastly form quickly plunged into the blood vortex, crazily absorbing the Bloodline Power within.
"Is that so? Scum! Since I could make you run away in as miserable a state as a lost dog, then I can kill you a second time!" Zhang Xiaohao said imposingly.
In a flash, he had already appeared in front of the blood-red vortex.
Looking at the blood-red vortex before him, Zhang Xiaohao felt a strong desire to devour within him, almost wishing he could swallow the entire blood vortex in one gulp.
"Bloodline Power? Who would have thought there would be such treasures here! Heh, scum, you’re doing me a favor even before you die, how should I thank you?" Zhang Xiaohao said playfully.
He suddenly roared lowly, his dragon tail sweeping up a massive hurricane as he dived back into the blood vortex.
"I suck! I suck! I keep sucking..." Zhang Xiaohao went all out, and between the opening and closing of his vast dragon mouth, he devoured nearly all the condensed Bloodline Power.
"Ah! Damn it! You little vermin, stop sucking! Stop sucking now!" John Willing shouted ferociously, his face twisted.
His blood-red eyes almost seemed to drip blood.
If looks could kill, Zhang Xiaohao would have been slaughtered by him thousands of times by now.
"Haha! Scum, watching your treasures being taken right before your eyes, does it hurt? Do you feel like smashing your head into tofu and ending it all?" Zhang Xiaohao laughed triumphantly.
"Ah! You little rat, just wait, I swear! I will definitely dismember you into pieces later! I will eat your flesh piece by piece!" John Willing roared furiously, his murderous aura skyrocketing.
"Hmph! Smash it! If it weren’t for being unable to move here, you would already be a cold corpse!" Zhang Xiaohao said coldly.
Just then, Murong Yu Yan, supporting the Black Dragon Saint, blasted open an entrance and rushed up.
"Ah! How did you two get in here?" John Willing shouted incredulously upon seeing them.
"Hmph! Are you brain-dead? Several blood-red entrances appeared before me. I just slapped one randomly, and then I was in!" Murong Yu Yan said disparagingly.
"Ah! Damn it! I hate this! It’s you, all because of you! If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be in such a mess! If it weren’t for you, I would have already advanced to the Mid Wheel Palace Realm! If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have needed to use the Blood Stone! Ah! I really hate myself! I calculated everything but forgot about the side effects of the Blood Stone! Once the Blood Stone is used, as long as it’s in the underground base, anyone could rush in!! I really regret using the Blood Stone..." John Willing growled regretfully.
"You two, don’t just stand there! This is something great, hurry up and come in!" Zhang Xiaohao quickly called out to remind them.
"Zhang Xiaohao, what are you saying? You want us to enter this blood-red vortex? Are you sure you’re not mistaken?" Murong Yu Yan blinked and said playfully.
"Silly girl! If you don’t go in, let Little Black go in!" Zhang Xiaohao rolled his eyes and said.
"Ah! Zhang Xiaohao, are you serious?!" Murong Yu Yan exclaimed.
Without further delay, she followed the Black Dragon Saint and with a small step at his feet, they rushed into the blood-red vortex like lightning.
"Ah! Who told you to come in? All of you, get out of here!" John Willing roared angrily when he saw Murong Yu Yan and the other entering.
His face, already black as the bottom of a pot, darkened even more until it could have been used as a chimney.
"Haha! Wretch, I’m going to make you despair until death! How does it feel, watching helplessly as someone steals your treasure? Does it make you feel desperate? Do you feel so helpless you want to die?" Zhang Xiaohao laughed triumphantly.
"Ah! You three, get out immediately! The Bloodline Power of this space has all been collected by me through immense hardships! Last time, a petty thief stole half of it, but this half I will keep no matter what! Leave quickly if you don’t want to die!" John Willing roared, his face twisted with fury.
"Haha! Screw you! Open your dog eyes and watch how I drain all this Bloodline Power." Zhang Xiaohao boasted with a big laugh.
He opened his dragon mouth and started to suck fiercely.
Seeing Zhang Xiaohao sucking rapidly, the Black Dragon Saint copied him and also began to suck quickly.
"Zhang Xiaohao, are these really good stuff?" Murong Yu Yan asked, blinking her eyes.
Zhang Xiaohao was completely focused on competing for the Bloodline Power, barely attending to what she was saying.
Murong Yu Yan, a clever and astute girl, saw that Zhang Xiaohao didn’t even have time to answer her.
Doubtful, she wondered if these blood-red gases were really good stuff.
Thinking this, Murong Yu Yan hesitated no longer, she opened her sexy and charming red lips and sucked energetically.
"Ah! Bastards! All three of you shut up! This Bloodline Power belongs to me, and I do not allow you to suck it!" John Willing bellowed furiously.
Under the competition of Zhang Xiaohao’s trio, nearly ninety-nine percent of the Bloodline Power was sucked away by them.
Zhang Xiaohao alone took ninety percent, the Black Dragon Saint took 0.6 percent, and Murong Yu Yan took 0.3 percent.
Only a pitiful 0.1 percent was left for John Willing to absorb.
Seeing the Bloodline Power around him diminishing, John Willing’s face showed increasing frustration.
"Break!" Zhang Xiaohao suddenly bellowed.
The golden True Dragon furiously coiled up and down, devouring the last vestiges of Bloodline Power in the sky.
Its dreadful tail lashed down.
It sent John Willing flying, and during his flight, a spurt of blood burst from his chest.
"Ah! I really can’t accept this! Why? I’ve schemed for decades, and yet it ends ?" John Willing roared madly towards the sky.