"This time, seeking revenge from the Night King for James could perhaps serve a dual purpose!"
A black-clad person said proudly, as he slowly approached a cultivation tank in the room, where a large mass of fresh red flesh was pulsating within the green cultivation fluid as if it had its own life.
"Could it be that this is the flesh and blood of the Rakshasa Queen?"
The black-clad person who had just returned from outside asked.
"Yes, the Rakshasa Queen was a once-in-a-lifetime strong warrior. Her flesh and blood can be of great use to us, it's just a pity..."
While speaking, the black-clad person couldn't help but sigh deeply.
"A pity about what?"
Another black-clad person asked, prompting the first to continue, "The pity is, the dead Rakshasa Queen's flesh and blood seem not to be enough to achieve our goal. If we want the experiment to succeed, I'm afraid we'll need even more flesh and blood from peak martial artists!"
