Hic!
From within Xue Wuxin's body came a sound, as if he had eaten his fill and belched.
A healthy color returned to his pale face.
Thread-like streaks of blood retracted from the corpses into his body, and a gloomy aura enveloped him, his face that had just regained color turning pale and lifeless once again.
"People from the Wasteland have such mixed vital essence, I need to refine and purify it. Yet, having devoured so many people's essence, I should be able to recover fifty to sixty percent of my strength," Xue Wuxin muttered to himself.
He looked up towards the endless mountains beyond, his eyes shining with excitement.
The Wasteland shall be the very place of my rise.
"Find a place to refine the vital essence and recover from my injuries. Only when I've regained my strength can I perform the Great Blood Sacrifice, purify the vital essence, and use it for cultivation.
"Haha, all of you just wait for Xue Wuxin's revenge!"