章節 668: Who Knows Who Will Die at Whose Hands?

In the Hidden Book Room, a smile appeared on Zhao Feng’s face, “Kun Yun Partial Thought, looks like you’re not completely useless.”

“Kun Yun Partial Thought” was the name Zhao Feng had given to the Demigod’s Partial Thought since the owner of the Demigod Forgotten Garden was called Kun Yun.

In the dimension of his left eye, a faint golden drop of blood floated in the pitch-black area. It was the Demigod’s blood essence.

The process of obtaining the Demigod’s blood had been much easier than expected. The Demigod’s blood had its own consciousness, so it felt respectful and fearful toward the mental energy aura of its owner. The Kun Yun Partial Thought was split from the Demigod’s spirit, so it obviously had the same aura as the Demigod’s spirit.

Hearing Zhao Feng call himself “not completely useless,” the Kun Yun Partial Thought had an urge to cough out blood. A majestic Demigod Partial Thought only had an impression of “useless” on Zhao Feng.