blogombal 610. Last Time
610. Last Time
As Ling Haonan's voice fell, the thirty-six spirit guards remained extremely indifferent, as if they had no thoughts of their own and were simply waiting for Ling Haonan's command.
The other eighty-one members of the Spirit Clan understood perfectly what Ling Haonan meant by what he was talking about. Although they dared not discuss it directly for the time being, their attitude was reflected in the eye contact between those who cared about their loved ones.
"And what we're going to do, I believe everyone is very clear about," Ling Haonan continued.
"Elder, according to your opinion, isn't tonight's action a bit too hasty, considering that everyone has only just arrived?" Among the Spirit Clan members, someone stepped forward to ask.
"No!" Ling Haonan answered without any hesitation, not even giving the nine-star Dou Zun of the Ling Clan any time to continue explaining.
"I know exactly what you're thinking. You still think we don't need to rush at all. We've mobilized over a hundred Dou Zun this time, including two Dou Sheng level warriors, Ling He and I. You think the Pill Tower is doomed to defeat."
"Ling Zhuo had the same mindset as you at the beginning, so he lost in the end..." At this point, Ling Haonan's tone even carried a hint of regret, as if he was genuinely saddened by Ling Zhuo's defeat.
"Therefore, I hope you understand that this is a critical moment for the survival of our race. Any hesitation or indecision will push the entire Spirit Race into the abyss."
"Don't harbor any illusions. Tonight is the night of bloodshed. Anyone, including myself, could die in this battle! We must act immediately while the Danta are likely still caught off guard to secure victory while minimizing casualties among our people!"
Ling Haonan's words were extremely serious. His gaze swept over everyone in the Spirit Clan, and under the intimidating presence of the prestige he had gradually built up over the years, no one dared to show any unusual behavior. In fact, apart from the Spirit Guards, almost everyone in the Spirit Clan felt that he was making a mountain out of a molehill.
"Don't think I'm joking with you."
Ling Haonan didn't intend to provoke the Ling Clan members who had been enjoying peace and comfort for too long with just words. He carefully took out a jade box from his storage ring and opened it. Inside the jade box lay a pill the size of a longan.
A strong, almost nauseating aura of blood emanated from the pill. Ling Haonan knew about it but made no attempt to conceal it. Although not everyone in the Spirit Clan recognized this extremely strange pill, just sensing its aura made their stomachs churn uncomfortably.
Some of the more perceptive and knowledgeable members of the Spirit Clan already automatically recognized the name of the pill before them. At the same time, their hearts began to race violently with anticipation of it.
"An eighth-grade pill, the Blood-Swallowing Soul-Burying Pill!" Ling Haonan announced the name of the pill to himself.
"The effect is simple: it stimulates all the blood and life force in a person's body, allowing them to unleash strength far exceeding their usual level. However, after taking the medicine, they only have twenty-four hours left to live. After two days, even a god cannot save them."
Upon understanding the effects of this pill, everyone except the Spirit Guards instinctively changed their expressions. What they saw before them was less of a pill and more of a desperate, suicidal act in a dire situation. Unless one was truly in a life-or-death predicament, no one would dare to take such a pill. From the moment one ingested it, it was practically a death sentence, at most allowing them to take their enemies with them.
"Who would eat this?" Strange thoughts arose in the minds of many people.
"Bring him up!" Ling Haonan ordered the guards.
Two spirit guards immediately escorted a figure forward. No one in the spirit race would be unfamiliar with the newcomer. It was none other than Ling Zhuo, who was distraught after losing the Pill Gathering. He was being guarded by two spirit guards and walked in blankly, completely unaware of what was about to happen.
At this moment, Ling He's face was also deathly pale, but Ling Haonan only gave her a cold look. Afterwards, this Dou Sheng elder of the Ling Clan dared not utter a single word.
As the Spirit Clan's number one alchemist genius, Ling Zhuo naturally possessed a comprehensive understanding of pills. The moment he saw the blood-red pill in Ling Haonan's hand, his pupils constricted, and he immediately understood what was about to happen, instinctively shrinking back. Two Spirit Guards with strength exceeding five stars were currently beside him, forcibly escorting him to the center of the hall!
After Ling Zhuo reached Ling Haonan's side, he immediately knelt down and begged Ling Haonan for mercy.
Before he could utter a single word, Ling Haonan used his Dou Sheng-level power to forcibly hold him suspended in mid-air, then sealed Ling Zhuo's ability to speak. He watched helplessly as Ling Haonan's withered finger pressed against his Adam's apple, his powerful Dou Qi forcefully prying open his teeth and shoving the blood-red pill directly into his mouth.
The moment the pill entered his throat, Ling Haonan released his control over Ling Zhuo. Ling Zhuo collapsed to the ground in despair, a thick, bloody aura rushing into his internal organs. The blood pumped from his heart began to turn a strange, deep red, and even Ling Zhuo's pupils took on a faint blood-red hue.
His strength began to increase rapidly without any need for control, and his blood energy erupted from his body. An unprecedentedly powerful force was born within him.
The power of a pill fueled by all of life force and blood essence is naturally incomparable to that of ordinary pills. The level limit of Dou Zun seemed to non-existent at this moment, forcibly broken through by the medicinal power, and a four-star Dou Zun was reached in an instant.
This scene, witnessed by everyone in the Spirit Clan, instilled genuine fear in them—fear of the frail, elderly man before them. Ling Zhuo's identity was no ordinary one; he was one of only two prodigies in the Spirit Clan, and everyone knew that either he or Ling Fengzhui would one day lead the entire clan. Now, having consumed this elixir with no way out, Ling Zhuo's death was sealed!
He only had twenty-four hours left to live.
Even though Elder Ling Haonan holds authority in the Spirit Clan that is no less than that of the clan leader, the pressure he would face in killing a future heir of the Spirit Clan would be immense. Now that Ling Haonan dares to take such a risk, what exactly does he want to do?
"The Supreme Elder isn't joking; he's serious!" This was the first thought that flashed through the minds of all the Spirit Race members.