The ghost spirits that had been circling before did not dare to show even a hint of courage in front of the awe-inspiring Peng King, but their simple minds still did not want to part with such a concentrated amount of blood essence. As if the Peng King’s suggestion seemed fair, a peacock-looking ghost spirit hesitantly came forward, cautiously left a complicated seal in front of Fang Xing’s body, and then began to impatiently indulge in the nearby blood essence. From there, a countless number of spirits came rushing forward, all leaving behind complicated seals before fighting to devour the blood essence.
The Peng King was incredibly proud of himself and let out a sly laugh. "Hehe, if this plan works, my future days will be so much more comfortable!"
