Lion Candle naturally did not believe that Huan Ying and others could completely cure the Plague; after all, it was considered an incurable disease in the eyes of the Demon Race. Once infected, the soul would inevitably vanish.
Huan Ying did not respond to Lion Candle's words but instead turned to look at Xu Wendong.
Xu Wendong understood, bit his fingertip, squeezed out a drop of blood, and controlled it to fly in front of Lion Candle.
The moment Lion Candle smelled the scent of Xu Wendong's blood, its previously listless eyes suddenly lit up.
It didn't know why Xu Wendong squeezed out his blood, but the blood contained a peculiar scent, seemingly able to wash away all its fatigue and sickness.
Without much thought, it opened its massive mouth and directly swallowed the drop of blood.
However.
A mere drop of blood was simply a drop in the ocean for it, not even enough to fill the gaps between its teeth.
Of course.
This was not important.
