'Oh no, what if the Spiritual Monkey suffocates?'
Chu Lingguang realized the problem.
If the Spiritual Monkey suffocated, its essence blood might become useless. By the time he got it to Mr. Du, the blood would have gone cold.
'Could it be...?'
Chu Lingguang recalled what Mo Shan had told him.
If things became desperate, he could consume the Spiritual Monkey's essence blood himself. Right now, an Iron Wolf Eagle circled above the cave, the black-moled man was outside adding more fuel to the fire, and flames soared at the entrance. The cave was filled with thick smoke. Even though he could hold his breath using his Inner Power Heart Method, the smoke still made his eyes stream with tears.
'If I don't drink the Spiritual Monkey's blood, and it suffocates, its essence blood will be useless. Wouldn't that be a complete waste?'
'And if it falls into the hands of the black-moled man, the loss would be even greater.'
