"Isn't there another sentence at the end,"if you can't communicate with your mouth, use violence to settle it"?" The dream Holy Spirit beast added weakly in its heart.
His face turned into a bitter gourd, looking very ugly.
"Blood essence won't work?"
"It was possible before, but not now."
"What if you don 't?"
Xiao ran didn't say anything. He pointed at the destructive sword light released by the 12th sword.
"Will you let me go after this?"
"We can 't!" Xiao ran answered with certainty.
"I'll give you three counts. You'd better make a decision within three counts."
"One!"
"Two!"
When the last 'three' was about to be counted, the dream Holy beast finally chose to surrender. Compared to the blood from its heart, living was more important.
With a sad face, as if someone owed it money, it opened its mouth and spat out a drop of blood from its heart, which floated in the air.
