The old crying snake lay on the ground, dying. His four claws and six wings were still twitching. The sand had long been covered in a river of blood, and it was a terrible sight.
However, a high-rank spirit beast was still a high-rank spirit beast. The blood did not seep into the sand, but instead gathered into a spring.
After the initial shock, LAN Xinyu regained her senses. She took a few steps forward and took out a basin. She scooped up the old crying snake's blood and placed it into her storage bag.
"What are you doing?" Wu Xie paused and asked LAN Xinyu.
"This is the blood of a demigod beast. It can be used to make high-level spiritual talismans. Don't waste it." LAN Xinyu was so busy that she did not even raise her head as she spoke.
"Oh." Wu Xie responded, lifted the extra-large cobblestone and smashed it down again.