Seeing this, Chen Sheng unhesitatingly forced three drops of crimson essence blood from his fingertip.
The essence blood left his body, but instead of falling, it hovered above his fingertip. As he continued to form the Seal Techniques, the surface of the blood was rapidly etched with a series of minuscule, esoteric sigils, causing it to emit a peculiar ripple of energy.
"Go!"
Chen Sheng flicked his finger. The three drops of essence blood, now bearing the brand of the Secret Technique, transformed into three streaks of blood and shot precisely into the body of the Dragon-Singing Celestial Cicada.
PHUT, PHUT, PHUT.
With each drop it absorbed, the entire body of the Dragon-Singing Celestial Cicada flared with a halo of crimson light.
Its quivering cry changed as well, shifting from a sharp shriek of resistance to a low hum, tinged with a hint of unwilling resignation.
