Scarlet spilled from Li Meirong's hand in a steady stream. The blood streaked through the air, devoured by the parasol's endless thirst.
Li Meirong snickered quietly, completely unperturbed by the parasol's consumption of her blood. She turned slightly, tossing Liu Jiayu a meaningful look.
"You will regret this," she said. Her voice was dark, foreboding.
"What do you mean by that, ah?" Liu Jiayu spluttered through her shredded cheek and aching tongue. Her grip on the Bloodsucking Parasol tightened.
She was met with pointed silence.
The Bloodsucking Parasol kept consuming Li Meirong's blood, unceasing, yet she showed no sign of weakness.
The Armament Division's succeeding disciple was not one to scare easily, but at that moment, a choking fear began to consume her. Li Meirong's laughter was incredibly ominous, her dark aura almost immobilizing in its intensity.
