Fengtian continued refining the Blood Refining Eighteen Layers.
Meanwhile, on the other side, the Qi blood of Shuang Yue, who was slaughtered by Lin Dong, gushed out like a breached flood, transforming into a vast blood mist that permeated the surroundings.
Lin Dong slightly caught his breath. Looking at the pervasive blood mist, he felt no greed in his heart.
At the moment, his gaze was tightly fixed on Fengtian, who was standing silently not far away. Fengtian's figure was graceful, yet she exuded a chilling coldness that made one's blood run cold, like a volcano that could erupt at any moment, emitting a dangerous aura.
Lin Dong deeply understood that if he were to absorb the Qi blood left behind after Shuang Yue's fall, he could temporarily gain power enhancement, but refining Qi blood required immense focus and time.
In this crucial moment of confrontation with Fengtian, even a slight distraction could plunge him into a completely broken state.
