"It's enough to connect our bloodlines." A voice came from the pitch-black figure. " Although my body has been destroyed and dried up, the Heavenly Demonic Blood is still there. Our Heavenly Demonic Blood comes from the same source. We should be able to master it. "
"Oh." Chen Luoyang nodded, and a faint radiance extended from his fingertip. It was like a sharp blade that first incited one of the inky-black figure's fingertips.
Then, a small hole appeared on his fingertip.
Beads of blood slowly seeped out.
The black figure's fingertip was damaged, and there was no blood at first.
It was like a statue without life.
However, when Chen Luoyang's fingers made contact with it, the pitch-black figure shook.
Black blood seeped out from his fingertips.
The blood vessels of both parties converged. Under Chen Luoyang's lead, a stable cycle seemed to have been established.
"That's right…" A deep voice came from the black figure.
