"Ah..."
In the pitch-black universe, a miserable cry echoed.
Aboard Spaceship One, the old Demon's face was as pale as paper.
Beside the old Demon, there was also a large bottle of bright red blood—no less than ten kilograms.
Ling Xiao and others twitched at the corners of their eyes, thankful that the old Demon's true form was a demon beast, and moreover, a long-lived turtle. Had it been a human, they would have likely been dead by now after such blood extraction by Wang Hao.
Wang Hao's lips curled slightly—the reason he extracted the old Demon's blood was that he feared Li Yunyang would use his sense of justice, coupled with his protagonist's verbal shield, to sway the old Demon.
And then the two of them would collude and scheme against him.
But with the old Demon's blood, he would later be able to control the old Demon with the Demon Scroll, allowing him to rest easy.
