In the secret chamber, sacred and evil forces were devouring each other relentlessly.
Dongfang Zhao's eyes were tightly shut, his body occasionally trembling as if undergoing some unpredictable transformation. However, Shen Changqing could tell that this transformation was actually for the better.
But there was also a problem. The Barbarian God had said that one drop of Divine Spirit Blood was enough for a hundred Defender Envoys, and each Defender Envoy only needed one percent of it to eliminate their hidden dangers. Yet, up to this point, Dongfang Zhao had already consumed almost ten portions of Divine Spirit Blood.
He didn't know. Was Dongfang Zhao too strong, or was the Barbarian God spouting nonsense?
Fortunately, the Divine Spirit Blood was truly effective.
