Chương 425: Exchange

Ye Zhang Feng carefully held a crystal bottle. His face was excited, his body slightly trembled while he repeatedly thanked Shi Yan.

Shi Yan stood on the crystal lotus throne, looking at the heart-shaped utensil slowly retreating into the lotus, as well as the King of Demonic Insects that was staring at him with a longing look.

He stretched out his finger and used his mind to condense one drop of immortal blood that was running inside his finger, feeling the strange surging spirit of this drop of blood.

Sizzle.

His fingertip split with a small slit. A drop of ruby-dark-red blood spun a little bit, and then slipped down.

The King of Demonic Insects was standing on tiptoe, greedily opening its mouth and swallowing that drop of immortal blood into its abdomen.