Wu Ya's expression was somewhat fierce, his usual nonchalant demeanor gone.
"Simple, give me thirty percent of your Origin."
"After all, having been sealed for so long, my strength isn't what it once was."
As soon as these words were spoken, the blood-colored phantom immediately trembled.
"Don't be excessive, old ghost. It hasn't been that long, at most ten percent of the Origin."
Hearing this, Wu Ya's face grew even more fierce, and the void around the blood-colored phantom suddenly collapsed.
The original Blood Evil Qi also began to contract as if it was being squeezed by something.
"Heh, I'm not negotiating with you."
"Thirty percent, not a fraction less."
"Otherwise, you won't live past today!"
The moment the words fell, an overwhelming killing intent poured out of him.
Influenced by this killing intent, the space around became noticeably stagnant.
Even Wang Mang, standing to the side, was taken aback.
