章節 87: Ancient Jade Pond of Tibet

In the end, An Lin bowed to the pressure of the evil forces.

With four Soul Formation Stage powerhouses imploring him, he couldn't keep dragging it out.

Seeing the syringe stab into his arm, his heart throbbed in pain.

When he saw his blood start slowly flowing into the syringe, he felt his chest tighten even more and his breaths become even shorter. He quickly turned his head around and averted his gaze.

After drawing his blood, the four sect leaders started to study it on the spot.

They used a spell formation to examine the makeup of the blood and used a spell formation to examine the properties of the blood. They even performed experiments on some small animals.

The more they studied and experimented with it, the more perplexed and miserable they became.

It's because this blood was…

Way too f*cking normal!

Even the little animals which had drunk An Lin's blood were still alive and hopping about!