Huang Yi looked up at the White Dragon King, and in its eyes, there was a faint sign of weariness, as if extracting those inconsequential Talent Bloods had exhausted much of its mind. This was not surprising; the Essence Blood had amalgamated various Talent Bloods, and the idea of isolating each one sounded troublesome. When Slark gave him the Talent Blood of Shadow Dance, it was just that particular skill's Talent Blood, not its Essence Blood, which wasn't nearly as complicated.
At that moment, a droplet of blood flew out from the body of the White Dragon King and hovered in the air in front of Huang Yi. The droplet was still a milky white, but the aura within was much weaker and the concentration thinner, becoming somewhat transparent and lacking the brilliant luster it had before. If the previous Essence Blood was like a drop of milk, then this drop of Essence Blood now was like rice-washed water, much diluted.