No Choice

Dyon frowned. 'If I have the blood anyway, why would I need the room? Explain clearly.' Dyon lost patience with the spirit. Since it didn't show him any respect, he was disinclined to deal with it.

'In order to improve a beast's blood, you need blood essence, not regular blood. However, it's impossible to receive blood essence without the creature being willful. How could someone as weak as you force a Dragon to willingly give you its blood essence?' The spirit snorted with disdain.

'You mean?'

'The Origin Beast Room only needs regular blood, not blood essence.'

Dyon was shocked. Using normal blood to upgrade your bloodline? That was even more heaven defying that the Weapon Devouring Room. What the hell was this tower?!

'Wait, does this work for humans too?'

Although it was a bit sadistic and evil to think about draining human beings for the sake of his and his allies' bloodlines, Dyon wasn't the type of person to feel morally confused when it came to dealing with his enemies.