Chapter 1225: The Primordial Blood Pool

Volt Williams and Princess Miaomiao were both taken aback, then quickly regained their composure, their faces looking weirdly conflicted. Wang Zhao's luck was rotten. The technique Emperor Xuanfeng had intended for them had hit him instead. Just a moment ago, Wang Zhao had been riding high, swaggering without restraint. Now his face turned a sickly green as the vast might of the Wind God surged into his sea of consciousness, roaring in like a flood. "Sink to the Yellow Springs, rise to the Nine...