Chapter 1357: Whitebone Dreadland

"So you're Bloodscript? Even if you are, you alone aren't qualified to take thirty percent, are you?" Wan Fenghun's eyes narrowed. "If I named thirty percent, then I was qualified," Bloodscript said flatly. "Just keep this quiet when it's over." "Myriad Blood Vessel, to the sacrifice." His voice rolled out again. In midair, countless drops of blood surfaced and ignited. Each drop burned into a strand of arcane crimson light. Those strands gathered and wove themselves into an ancient blood-colored...