Impurity creates instability.
The amalgamation of such mental power was like an unstable bomb that could explode at any time.
It was impossible to use mental immortality to continue staying in this world after death.
At this moment, his gaze turned to the owner of the fog.
The current owner of the fog was far from as strong as it was 1,500 years later. At this moment, it was like a wretched assassin wandering around the battlefield.
While paying attention to the blood stone, as long as anyone was injured and bleeding, it would lean over and take a sip.
After the blood of these domain creatures was absorbed into its body, it would be purified and refined into pure blood and Qi. The impurities would turn into corrosive power and fuse into the gray fog.
The owner of the fog had already played with the utilization rate of blood to the extreme.