Thus, five extremely powerful Blood Tribe cultivators were poisoned to death by An Lin.
Liu Chuchu was a live witness, but she was still experiencing a sense of surrealism.
An Lin picked up the final two storage rings before returning. Along the way, he was humming a cheerful tune.
"An Lin, I think we should do a research on your blood, then send it to the Black Marshlands. They'll be able to commit genocide on the entire Blood Tribe within a few minutes!" Liu Chuchu exclaimed excitedly.
An Lin chuckled lightly. "Are you trying to get all my blood sucked away?"
Liu Chuchu shook her head with a serious expression. "That's not what I meant. What I'm saying is, we should analyze the properties of your blood to see which component is lethal to the Blood Tribe. Perhaps we can invent some lethal chemical weapons based on those findings!"
