The continuous draining of his vitality filled him with panic. Finally, just as he was about to be sucked dry, Qinghong rescued him.
At that moment, the altar trembled, and streams of pitch-black mud poured out. The Seed of Life emitted a faint glow at the center of the altar before sinking back into it once more.
Simultaneously, a pitch-black giant hand emerged from the altar, radiating eerie black mist. In the center of the palm was a huge eye, while countless tiny eyes covered the rest of its surface.
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