"Want my essence blood?"
Hearing Mo Wangchen's words, Long Yan's expression darkened further.
At this moment, being crushed underfoot and unable to lift his head was already infuriating and humiliating.
Now, Mo Wangchen even demanded he offer a drop of his essence blood before letting him go.
How could Long Yan tolerate such humiliation?
Yet, even if he was unwilling, what could he do? Under the suppression of the Divine King Body, even if he transformed into his true form, Long Yan was unable to move an inch.
"What if I refuse?"
He gritted his teeth and said viciously.
Essence blood was his very essence, how could it be taken out so easily to give to someone else? Doing so not only would deplete him greatly, but it would also take a long time to recover.
"You can try."
Mo Wangchen replied indifferently. As his words fell, the pressure of his foot increased significantly, crushing Long Yan's head with some deformation.
