Chapter 882: What Have You Done?

"City Lord, the man has arrived." Chen Yang stepped forward first, saluting respectfully.

Du Qingyang, now clad in a brand-new red robe, glanced at Chen Yang and nodded with an imposing air.

The bald burly man then stepped forward, shoved Han Li onto the stone platform, and guided him into a depression in the center.

As soon as Han Li set foot inside, he felt a sticky sensation underfoot. Looking down, he saw a black gelatinous substance in the depression, which seemed to be black blood plasma accumulated over the years.

Though sticky, the plasma was not foul-smelling, only emitting a faint fishy odor.

"Enter the formation." Du Qingyang's expression turned stern as he gave the order.

Chen Yang and the others immediately flew up and landed on the five circular platforms, while Du Qingyang himself slowly walked onto the stone platform and entered another depression, facing Han Li, and sat down cross-legged.

Though Han Li's expression remained unchanged, his heart sank, and his face grew increasingly solemn.

"Begin." Du Qingyang said again.

Chen Yang and the others, receiving the order, sat cross-legged. Without chanting any incantations, they each raised one hand and pressed it onto the earth-grade beast core before them, channeling the star power within their bodies.

"Hum—"

A faint humming sound arose, and the entire stone platform began to tremble slightly.

Then, the beast cores before the five men lit up one after another, emitting intense fluctuations. Wisps of star power surged out, flowing along the engraved lines on the stone platform and converging into the depression where Han Li stood.

"Puff, puff, puff."

A series of sounds followed. The sticky black plasma beneath Han Li suddenly began to bubble like a spring, rising along his ankles and engulfing his body from the waist down.

Han Li let out a muffled groan, feeling an unbearable heat all over his body. His blood seemed to boil, and the long-dormant sensation of his true spirit bloodline raging resurfaced.

"Thump, thump, thump..."

His heart raced, his mouth felt dry, and he wanted to struggle, but his body felt as heavy as lead, unable to move.

Mountain Ape, Silver-winged Thunder Peng, Azure Luan Fire Phoenix...

Outside Han Li's body, a series of blurry projections began to appear uncontrollably, dazzling to the eye. Du Qingyang, sitting opposite him, saw this and smiled with delight and greed.

"Hehe, I didn't expect you to have such abundant and diverse true spirit bloodlines. It's worth my patience. Very good, excellent!" Du Qingyang chuckled, unable to help speaking.

Han Li frowned tightly, clenching his teeth, and said nothing.

Just then, his expression suddenly changed. He felt a sense of emptiness inside and quickly looked down, only to see a blood channel outside the depression connecting to Du Qingyang opposite him.

His own blood seemed to be drawn out drop by drop, flowing through the blood channel to the other side.

As the blood flowed into Du Qingyang's depression, it immediately surged up like a fountain, forming a spherical blood-colored light screen that enveloped him.

"Ah..."

Du Qingyang let out a suppressed roar, clenching his fists at his sides, his eyes gradually turning blood-red.

In contrast, Han Li's frown deepened, and the feeling of emptiness inside him grew stronger. He could clearly feel the true spirit bloodlines that had accompanied him for years being stripped away bit by bit.

If this continued, not only would he lose his true spirit bloodlines, but his life would also be in danger.

"Since it's come to this, I might as well give it a try."

Han Li sighed inwardly. With a thought, the small bottle he had swallowed inverted itself, and the blood-red liquid inside flowed out, merging into his body.

Almost instantly, Han Li's skin turned blood-red like a steamed crab, and faint pink mist began to rise from his body surface.

Du Qingyang, immersed in the pleasurable sensation of absorbing true spirit bloodlines, caught a glimpse of this from the corner of his eye but dismissed it as a sign of Han Li's blood drying up, paying it no heed.

Before long, Han Li's eyes bulged, and his skin seemed to crack, revealing tortoise-shell-like fissures, but no blood seeped out.

Inside his body, the other true spirit bloodlines remained relatively calm, but the long-dormant Xuanwu bloodline became restless, surging like a tide through his blood vessels.

This sensation was not unfamiliar to him; he had experienced it before and could still endure it.

Nevertheless, the outflow of his blood showed no sign of stopping; instead, due to the surging blood, it flowed even faster through the blood channel into the opposite depression.

However, when this blood began to merge into Du Qingyang's body, his eyes instantly widened, and a look of horror appeared on his face.

The spherical blood screen enveloping him also seemed to boil, with blood bubbles rising "gurgle, gurgle" on its surface.

Du Qingyang let out a muffled groan, feeling that the blood vessels in his body, including his own blood, began to surge violently, a hundred times more intense than Han Li's.

Even with his strong physique, he felt as if he were about to be torn apart.

"Ha!"

Du Qingyang roared, clapping his hands together in front of him. His bones crackled like exploding firecrackers, and over two hundred acupoints on his body lit up in succession, a faint white light emerging on his skin.

Under the white light, the raging blood in his body seemed temporarily suppressed, preventing it from bursting out.

He thought this was merely the nature of the true spirit bloodline, unaware that it was caused by the dark red liquid Han Li had consumed.

As time passed, the rate of blood loss from Han Li's body did not slow but accelerated. His face grew pale, and the light in his eyes became unfocused.

Du Qingyang, gritting his teeth, watched Han Li's changes and revealed a cruel smile on his狰狞 face.

"A mere human, yet able to contain so many true spirit bloodlines and even make them coexist harmoniously—truly remarkable. I thought throwing you into the Xuan Dou Arena for repeated battles would wear down the wildness of your true spirit bloodlines, but they are still this violent." Du Qingyang said through gritted teeth.

Han Li's complexion worsened, and he felt as if he had been hollowed out, utterly unable to converse.

He could only rely on instinct to simultaneously activate the "Great Cycle Star Origin Art" and the "Feather Ascension Art," trying to retain some of the star power flowing out with his blood, but with little effect.

Just then, another change occurred!

A blurry light flashed outside Du Qingyang's body, and a projection of a Mountain Ape appeared, beating its chest in a狂暴 manner. On another side, an Azure Luan projection struggled to fly upward, as if trying to escape. On yet another side, silver light flared, and a Thunder Peng projection, wrapped in lightning, also seemed to break free...

The true spirit projections that had appeared around Han Li earlier now all emerged around Du Qingyang, but unlike the relatively stable state around Han Li, these projections were extremely violent.

Du Qingyang's eyes suddenly bulged, and a powerful tearing force came from all over his body. Even he couldn't help but let out a thunderous roar.

At the same time, cracks appeared on his skin, similar to Han Li's, but unlike Han Li's, these cracks were blood-red, as his skin had been torn into numerous small, dense wounds.

Streams of crimson blood flowed out, instantly soaking his clothes.

Chen Yang and the other four, who were activating the formation, saw this and changed expressions, at a loss.

"Don't be stunned! Hurry and fully activate the formation to help the City Lord absorb the bloodline!" Chen Yang suddenly shouted.

The others, hearing this, steadied themselves and pressed their hands onto the beast cores before them, pouring all their star power into them.

But at that moment, a strange smile appeared on Chen Yang's lips. He raised a fist and slammed it down onto the beast core before him.

"Bang!"

The earth-grade beast core burst with a sound, and white star power splattered, dissipating like smoke in the air.

Chen Yang then leaped back, retreating.

This happened so suddenly that no one could react.

The next instant, the entire Garo Blood Formation lost balance, trembling violently, and a powerful tearing force emanated from it.

Everyone in the formation suddenly felt as if they were trapped by this force, unable to break free.

"Chen Yang, what have you done?" Du Qingyang roared in fury.

"City Lord, nothing much. I just made a slight modification to your Garo Blood Formation. As for the effect, you can experience it yourself." Chen Yang said calmly, smiling.

As his words fell, a gust of wind suddenly arose.

The blood-colored light screen enveloping Du Qingyang expanded abruptly, turning into a blood-colored vortex that instantly engulfed the entire Garo Blood Formation and everyone inside.

The four men, including the bald burly man, sensed danger and tried to retreat from the formation, but it was too late.

Their hands were firmly stuck to the beast cores on the ground, and their entire arms had turned blood-red.

At the same time, "bang, bang, bang" sounds erupted from their bodies as acupoints lit up one after another. Their star power, along with their blood, was uncontrollably sucked into the blood-colored vortex.

Du Qingyang, at the center of the formation, was in the same situation, even worse than the others. However, with his higher cultivation, he could resist a little, but ultimately to no avail.

At this moment, his eyes were blood-red, as if blood tears were flowing from the corners, and his heart was filled with rage and resentment.