The village chief's eyes were bloodshot, his hair wildly whipping as his body shot up a foot in height, the Qi-Blood Power in him rising sharply. The immense Qi-Blood Power even partially escaped, turning into flames that were a dark red, nearly black.
The searing heat left a scorched footprint with each step he took.
Even from a distance, Cece and Wu Shuangge felt as if they were about to be burned alive by that terrifying Qi-Blood Power.
The two looked at Yu Ziqing, terrified, and hurriedly led him toward Jinlan Mountain.
Old Yang had treasures; surely he couldn't die.
They rushed back to the locust forest, where Old Yang was quietly waiting. Seeing Yu Ziqing's condition, he was also startled and immediately stuffed four or five pieces of dragon liver into Yu Ziqing.
The unconscious Yu Ziqing, however, reached out to stop Old Yang.
"There's no need to waste it like this, I'm not dead yet..."
Saying this, Yu Ziqing picked out the smallest, thinnest piece and swallowed it.
