Chương 337: Old Wang and the Widow

"Boom!"

A shadow tentacle pierced through an illusory human figure. Facing such an enemy, Feng Wuji's perception seemed to have increased by a level.

Behind him, a huge rock and the grass were pierced through, creating a deep hole.

Chen Yiming narrowed his eyes when he saw the deep hole in the distance.

Around the deep hole, the large patch of grass had turned grayish-white, revealing signs of its vitality being depleted.

"The life force in the grass has been sucked dry?"

"Elder Zhang was almost sucked dry by the fragments of mysterious symbols."

"Inside the 10,000-meter-long corpse, I saw blood that had turned black."

Putting the clues together one after another, Chen Yiming seemed to have grasped the opponent's goal.

Blood essence and spiritual power might be the food for the other party to strengthen its body. Or rather, the life force contained in living creatures was what caused the black tide.