"Come out!"
As Wang Xian waved his arm, streams of dense dragon energy flowed towards the heart of Ancient God Kun Breeder and surrounded the drop of blood.
A drop of fiery red was pulled out of the corpse.
The drop of blood was moving vigorously as if it was in fear and horror.
Wang Xian looked at the small drop of blood from the Ancient God Kun Breeder. This could very well be the last of its kind.
"There is still the presence of intelligence in the blood! Are these the memories of this corpse?"
Wang Xian looked at the shimmering drop of blood. He moved his hand and ejected dragon energy to erase the lingering spirit in it.
"Argh! This is the only bloodline of the Ancient God that remains! I'm not convinced! Our clan shall live on for eternity!"
A wretched voice rang in Wang Xian's mind suddenly. He was stunned.
"How terrifying!" Wang Xian sighed as he looked at this droplet of blood.
Rumble!
