On the mountain top.
The time was ticking away, second by second.
The two women, whose necks were bitten by Yang Shatian and Wang Mulei, had their skin shriveling at a visible rate. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the women kept making painful whimpering sounds, yet Yang Shatian and Wang Mulei seemed completely indifferent.
As Yang Shatian and Wang Mulei continued to suck blood, the skin on the two women was nearly clinging to their bones, making them look terrifying.
Yang Shatian and Wang Mulei were thorough demons, or perhaps all cultivators of the Blood Sect were demons. They needed to suck blood to suppress their frenzied thoughts, making the cultivation technique of the Blood Sect extremely cruel.
"Bang!" A sound echoed.
The woman whom Yang Shatian was holding had nearly become a complete mummy, her blood completely drained. After some of her internal energy flowed into Yang Shatian's body, he punched her corpse into fragments.
