In the past, if Ji Ya heard that someone regarded a Holy Blood Prince as a pig and sheep in the fence, and waited until she was fattened before cutting her flesh, she would only listen as a joke - how could it be? That is the Holy Blood Prince! The most noble, oldest and most powerful existence among the Holy Blood descendants. She still vaguely remembers the scene where she was once unparalleled and countless people fell in front of her.

But now...

Ji Ya felt the breath coming from the priest and shivered.

Her perception was more keen than Zhang Xiansui, and she noticed that something extremely blasphemous and evil happened in the church hall just now.

The aura belonging to the gods appears quickly and dissipates quickly.

Judging from the only remaining memories of this church in her soul, it is likely that it is devouring God!

It is strange that this Holy Blood Prince has clearly forgotten many things, but his fear and impression of this church seems to be engraved in DNA and cannot be quenched.

"Well, one third is growing again."

He stared at the source blood with satisfaction. With his observation, he easily saw that the source blood was growing and expanding outward at every moment.

This speed still satisfies him.

Now, basically every eight days, you can harvest a drop of blood - similar to the frequency of holding employee meetings. In reality, it is eight days, and the total time in the church is just one day, which shows how strong his regeneration ability is.

‘In a few days, you can harvest a drop.’

Ji Ya felt Anle's gaze and it was not difficult to guess what he thought, and a strong chill appeared in her heart.

‘Did I have to spend the rest of my life like this?’

‘No! You can’t continue like this.’

Ji Ya thought, and changed her mind.

Since you can't resist and run away, you can only... join!

A phantom slowly emerged from the crystal blood and made a sound.
Chapter completed!