"Futile! Futile! You know nothing about me."
The hoarse growl coming from all directions was filled with uncontrollable excitement.
The Saint Luo clan member could no longer focus on parasitizing Mu Fan; he was eager to touch the box and completely seal it for transmission.
"Such pure energy... It must be it, it must be!"
The yellow blood penetrated Mu Fan's palm, forming a hand covered with sinister blood vessels reaching forward.
Sizzle, Mu Fan watched the yellow blood life form pass through his palm with indifference in his eyes.
"Hahaha, I've got it—"
"Ah, what's happening?"
The hand formed of yellow blood touched the edge of the white light, but the arm suddenly sank as if it were broken.
The once arrogant and excited voice in Mu Fan's ear now was filled with terror and panic.
Sizzle.
The yellow blood wrapped behind Mu Fan's head opened, revealing a pair of lonely eyes tremblingly exploring with the support of tentacles.
