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C2201 Waste
However, because many people would bring binoculars, they could clearly see what happened on stage.
Cha cha-cha!
Strange sounds rang out one after another.
A little bit of golden blood on Upper Emperor's body began to wiggle.
Golden blood strings shot over from all directions.
After which, the golden blood began to expand.
Everyone was faintly aware that there seemed to be something being nurtured within this drop of golden blood.
Miura Masaru's face was also filled with doubt. Although he was powerful and had come into contact with the vampire race, he had never seen such a strange phenomenon.
"What's going on?" Tan Yongqi's heart skipped a beat.
Tan Yongqi didn't really want anything to happen to her during the concert.
"Actually, there is a certain amount of these golden threads." Han Zhen's Spiritual Sense was strong. With just a glance, he already knew the number of threads.
"Ah, what do you mean?" Tan Yongqi was baffled.
"The number of threads, exactly the same as the number of threads in the mirror." Han Zhen knew that Tan Yongqi wasn't clear about this, so he specifically explained it to her.
Tan Yongqi was stunned for a moment before she said uncertainly, "That strange mirror from before didn't completely isolate that monster?"
Han Zhen nodded.
"How strange!" Tan Yongqi was tongue-tied, as if she was shocked by this bizarre development.
Han Zhen didn't explain again.
Actually, Tan Yongqi didn't know how powerful this method was.
In the spatial mirror, the Blood Tribe was separated into different dimensions. Using the power of space, he cut off the Blood Tribe.
Despite that, the Blood Tribe still relied on the formidable power of its own blood to retrieve its own strength from different spaces.
Amongst them, besides Miura Masaru's spatial techniques being not tyrannical, it was also clear how strong his Blood Tribe was.
Han Zhen was very clear about this.
In his previous life, Han Zhen had seen a Divine Tribulation Realm Blood Tribe. His body was split into dozens of pieces and suppressed in different spaces.
But even so, she was still unable to completely extinguish the life of her Blood Tribe.
Being able to become a member of a race that spanned across the starry sky was also because of the strange characteristics of the life forms within the Blood Tribe.
However, Upper Emperor, Miura Masaru and the rest were at a disadvantage.
Han Zhen didn't have any interest in interfering right now.
The title of Yi Xia's great general, the so-called "bestowed game", was nothing more than pointing at him.
Han Zhen was confident in his status and would not act rashly. However, Han Zhen was also happy to see what would happen in the end if they did that.
Crash! *
The golden-furred bat flapped its wings, "Your methods seem to have no effect!"
Bat's tone was full of ridicule.
Upper Emperor's body was currently in a deadlock. Even though his position was extremely high, the oppressive aura from the top of the food chain came from behind him.
"You seem scared. Humans are naturally weak! " Bat said.
Upper Emperor's body trembled slightly. He did not dare to have any dissatisfaction with the bats that controlled his life and death. However, he still shakily reprimanded Miura Masaru: "Trash!"
Miura Masaru's face instantly turned pale. He finally understood the meaning behind Wu Tie's words.
Miura Masaru could no longer care about how Golden Bat escaped from the control of the Spatial Force. He immediately comforted Upper Emperor, "I will definitely be able to save you."