"What is happening?!"
Wang Ba, Yao Wudi, and the Six-fingered Divine Demon were all astonished watching this scene.
The Double-Pupil Taoist maintained a calm demeanor, with a touch of complexity and a sigh:
"Time has ultimately passed too long, and they have only sustained themselves until now because of the Immortal Blood that maintained them. Once the Immortal Blood is taken back, they naturally cease to exist... Immortal Blood, while being a prison, is also their only chance at survival."
He shook his head.
Still, there was no sign of any movement from him.
The red-purple pearl that fell into Yu Wuheng's Primordial Spirit began spinning rapidly.
Little by little towards the Primordial Spirit, it emitted a unique radiance, and under this radiance, Yu Wuheng's Primordial Spirit, which was about to disintegrate, actually stopped disintegrating, and even showed faint signs of slow recovery.
