My Blood is Poisonous

The air around the coffin began to warp and shimmer as the four Divine Flames continued to burn stronger.

Indescribably high temperatures engulfed the blood-jade coffin, but the Blood Tribe woman's expression remained completely tranquil and calm, having not even broken a sweat.

On the contrary, An Lin's forehead was pouring with sweat!

Fifteen minutes later, An Lin withdrew his Divine Flames as he panted heavily, having just used up almost all the power within his body.

He had to leave some energy in reserve in case the Blood Tribe cultivator in the coffin decided to launch a counterattack.

An Lin swallowed a Blood Spirit Pill before turning an exasperated gaze on the blood-jade coffin.

A taunting sneer appeared on the face of the woman in the coffin.

The blood-jade coffin then glowed with an even brighter red light as it seemed to accelerate its life-force energy absorption from the purple grassland.