"Of course, they would obey me, and, what a coincidence that they had come for the same purpose, the blood of the Little King was smelled from tens of kilometres away. And now, they'll be able to enjoy your blood while you're alive, won't they? My great Viceroy?" said old man Lao. Pouring the contents of the bottle which was nothing but thick red blood onto the floor.
The Crown Prince widened his eyes. Had that person been harbouring Bai Ying's blood all this time? But how could the blood have stayed so thick after so long?
"You?" The Crown Prince gripped Bai Ying's hand tightly.
He opened his arms pushing the black slimy creature that charged toward them. Opening their mouths revealing their sharp teeth towards Bai Ying.
"Bei! Kill them all! Don't let that creature get out of here!" cried the Crown Prince.