Cough cough, anyway, as long as it doesn't end in disaster, there's no need to worry too much.
"Splash"
At that moment, a swarm of Blood Pythons crawled over Corpse Mountain, swimming through the Blood River. They opened their mouths and spewed out large mounds of flesh as if dumping garbage, piling up the remains into hills, then swam into the Blood Robe one after another.
Chen Xuantian remained unfazed, sitting cross-legged amidst the Corpse Mountain and Blood Sea, his cultivation rotating as he absorbed and refined the Blood Qi with each breath. While pinching the formula with his hands, he extended Blood Hands from beneath his robe again, grabbing the decayed flesh from the ground, grinding it into meat paste, and shaping it into blood-drenched flesh balls, simultaneously extracting Essence Blood and Daoist energy to nurture his own body.
