"This... what is this?!"
Chen Ye's pupils constricted.
He saw that pale golden drop of blood, the moment it touched the lifeless body of the Iron-Horned Demon Bull, it exploded with dazzling golden light like the most scorching sun!
But it was just a single drop, far from enough.
The golden light only shone briefly and quickly dimmed, devoured by the Iron-Horned Demon Bull.
As for Qing Jun, whose arm was cut and bleeding, she was now crying her heart out.
She hugged her arm, watching the blood continuously oozing out, her eyes, which were initially somewhat narrow, were now crying so much they resembled boiled eggs!
"Wuuu... bleeding... Qing Jun is bleeding a lot... Qing Jun is going to die!"
And the fresh blood continuously seeping from her wound was being devoured by the Iron-Horned Demon Bull, drop by drop.
"Sizzle—! Sizzle—!"
The piercing sound akin to hot oil in water continuously rang out!
"What's going on?"
