Daoist Ming He did not sheathe the Yuan Tu and Avici long swords inside his body, still holding them in hand, intending to exert pressure on Daoist Zhen Yuanzi.
"Daoist Zhen Yuanzi, if this continues, both of us could potentially damage our own foundations, which would be more loss than gain."
"If you leave now, I can allow you to depart from the Blood Sea."
Daoist Ming He said coldly.
Daoist Zhen Yuanzi opened his eyes, glanced at Daoist Ming He, his face expressionless.
He took out a Ginsengfruit and swallowed it in front of Daoist Ming He.
Instantly, his tired expression eased, and it seemed as if a stream flowed through his spirit, relaxing his tense spirit.
Then he refined the Ginsengfruit, and his previously depleted mana was replenished instantly.
The once dim earth-yellow light flared up again, repelling the approaching Blood God's Son and causing him to fall into the Blood Sea.
