"This youngster is lucky. However, I don't mind giving up a drop of Immortal Blood Essence." Feng Qianqiu uttered somewhat helplessly, before turning and heading straight towards the mummified body lying in the center of the open space.
This mummy was the true aim of Feng Qianqiu. In his opinion, the value of Immortal Blood Essence could not compare to this mummy.
The mummy was an old man, his skin charred black and shriveled, a mere layer of skin stretched over bones, devoid of any signs of life.
There were no wounds on the mummy's body, suggesting that he had died from exhaustion of his lifespan.
This seemingly ordinary mummy had managed to lay among the bodies of the Seven Great Demons without decaying for countless years.
Feng Qianqiu landed not far from the mummy, a glint of eagerness in his eyes, but also wariness, preventing him from carelessly approaching.
