Blood Sacrifice

Ling Han smiled faintly, and said, "I never go back on my words."

Xiao Jun and the others couldn't help but shudder. This was because the Eighth Lotus elite started to wail in agony as Ling Han spoke. At the same time, his body was being corroded at a rate that was visible to the naked eye.

If he had resolutely abandoned his physical body at the first instance, his divine sense could have still survived. At that time, he could have looked for a new body to possess.

However, he hadn't fathomed the devastating nature of the Red Spotted Green Bamboo, and he had dared to struggle against it with his own cultivation. His decision was an act of seeking death.

In just a few seconds, a mighty Immortal Palace Tier elite had already been reduced to nothing more than a puddle of blood. Both his physical body and divine sense were annihilated.

Was this not petrifying?

"Wh-what in the world did you do?" Xiao Jun asked in a trembling voice.