For a moment, Zhang Rongfang simply hovered in mid-air, waiting for the final outcome.
His life attribute had now broken through to a height of over ten thousand, with immense cellular vitality.
Even if he released a drop of blood, it could create a vast dead zone.
Having not acted publicly in over a decade, except for Long, no one else knew the extent of his current abilities.
However, the situation was beyond his expectations.
The thousands of Bloodlines and the two Blood Fairies sent down were being continuously surrounded and gradually enveloped in blue light, disappearing without a trace.
In a matter of minutes, only a handful of Bloodlines managed to escape from the yellow sand. The rest were completely gone.
"Continue to send people over, bring a few from the Spirit Extreme Institute," Zhang Rongfang instructed the Bloodlines beside him, his expression unchanged.
Fourteen years of recuperation had given him much deeper patience and sophistication than before.
