Belch!
A sound came from within Xue Wuxin as if he had eaten his fill and belched.
His pale face gained a flush of blood.
Thin, spider-like blood threads retracted from several corpses into his body, engulfing him in a cold aura. The blood that had surfaced on his face once again turned ghastly pale.
"People from the Border Wilderness have too impure blood essence. It needs refining. However, having devoured the blood essence of so many, my injuries should recover about fifty or sixty percent."
Xue Wuxin muttered to himself.
He looked up beyond the boundless mountains, his eyes shining with excitement.
The Border Wilderness Wasteland would surely be the place where he would rise.
"Find a place to refine the blood essence and recover my injuries. Only by regaining my strength can I perform the Great Blood Sacrifice, purify the blood essence, and use it for cultivation.
"Ha ha, all wait for my, Xue Wuxin's, revenge!"
