Immediately afterwards, he reached into that hollow again!
This time, he fumbled deeper, seemingly searching for something inside the chest cavity.
Soon, his hand was pulled out again.
This time, Fang Qingyu's hand clutched a mass of constantly squirming black liquid.
This liquid seemed to possess independent life, violently twisting and transforming in Fang Qingyu's palm.
That sweet and nauseatingly enticing scent.
Suddenly intensified several times, spreading out.
Divine Blood!
Containing God's source material, possessing the active trait to assimilate and devour all things—Divine Blood.
In the audience, countless people's Adam's apple involuntarily rolled.
Fang Qingyu nimbly tore off Shi Hao's already tattered black tight-fitting jacket.
Using it as wrapping cloth, he swiftly wrapped the mass of Divine Blood layer by layer.
After doing all this.
Fang Qingyu finally stood up, stuffing the bundle wrapped with Divine Blood into his pocket.
Harvest complete.
