C565 Got it

Drip ~

Drip, drip ~!

Drip, drip ~! Drip, drip ~! Drip, drip ~!

The sound of blood dripping unceasingly reverberated in this space, and it was unknown when, but sweat had already filled Tang Feng's forehead within the Nine-layered Demon Pagoda.

To use the Spiritual Power to wrap around one's blood, to use the power of thunder to numb the wounds of one's blood vessels