C818 Fiendgod

No one's willing to give up a drop of their blood, and it's a little awkward.

Han Zifei glanced at the crowd. A drop of blood flew out from between his eyebrows and flew to Qian Yuhan's side.

They were...

There were ten of them, and they needed seven drops of blood.

Qian Yu Han had already wasted a drop of blood when he was investigating the Inhibition Formation