"Let me go!"
"Spare my life, please!"
Wu Feng was so frightened that his complexion turned pale, and he could clearly feel his vitality rapidly draining away.
However, Murong Qingcheng's mental method was too special. Once she took control, her opponent was like an insect caught in a spider's web, with no chance to resist.
Streams of red mist rose from the top of Wu Feng's head and drilled into her body along Murong Qingcheng's arms.
If it were just her and her two followers trying to catch a master of Wu Feng's level to absorb his essence blood, it would be a fool's dream.
But who can resist good fortune?
The probability of winning the lottery is so low, yet people still win; tonight, Murong Qingcheng hit the jackpot too.
She encountered two Pill Holding Realm masters who had almost lost their cultivation, and she picked up a great bargain for nothing.