"So, should I kill you, or should I seal you away..."
The howling wind swept past, a byproduct of Tang Haofei's roar. Even the mere gust from his mouth required Wen Yu to use the Soul Battlefield to counteract such an "incidental attack."
Wen Yu couldn't help but change direction slightly.
Faceless, noticing this, turned Tang Haofei's head in another direction while greedily eyeing the bloodstains on Tang Haofei's chest.
For Faceless, it was treasure!
Wen Yu noticed Faceless's desire and shook his head with a smile, giving up his previous choice, cautiously approaching Tang Haofei and tearing open the collar of Tang Haofei's clothes.
The immense physical strength allowed Tang Haofei's wounds to heal quickly, now already more than eighty percent healed on his chest.
With precision, Wen Yu collected half a bottle of blood from Tang Haofei's wound, looked at the viscous liquid in the bottle, shook it twice with a smile, and returned the blood to the space ring.
