One of the cores of the thirteen Blood Cities was within himself, and he could freely draw strength from it. Even now, Gao Ming felt a sense of unreality. It seemed like the Lord of Central Blood City had temporarily lent him the thing, but had actually directly given it to him, saying it originally belonged to him.
Even if the Blood City Lord were absent, destroying the Blood City would require a great price. Therefore, Gao Ming did not attempt to merge with the city's core, only using its power to heal himself.
Though he had no such thoughts, Flesh Immortal was different. The ghostly faces fused with the Master of Decay, including Gong Xi, were anxious and desperate, craving this thing more than Gao Ming had imagined.
"Before you determine the final outcome, I'll help you safeguard the city's core."
