"If you've really lived long enough to accept death, I won't waste such a precious thing."
Monn took out the frozen prophet's blood he had exchanged for and shook it in front of the giant Kobold's eyes.
He let the kobold see it clearly.
The extremely pure blood in his hand was emitting a faint icy aura.
It was not inferior to the bloodline cleansing brought by the divinity of the Heavenly Dao in his body.
It was even purer than the blood in the giant kobold's body after it was purified.
It was obvious that this bottle of blood belonged to the royal bloodline of the devouring race.
The giant kobold covered his eyes with its claws in boredom and then used all its strength to curl up his body again.
Then he acted like he was prepared to die and let the wind blow at him harder.
Monn's hand wanted to touch the fur again and again.
But when he looked at the frozen prophet's blood in his hand, he took back his hand.
