In the recent clash, the surrounding people did not see what happened. They only saw Ye Qingzhou grasping the Philosopher's Stone, then suddenly kneeling on one knee, vomiting a mouthful of black blood.
And in the black blood, countless mutated plague insects were wriggling continuously.
If it weren't for Ye Qingzhou mastering the Grand Emperor's undying divine techniques and expelling these plague insects from his body in time, he probably wouldn't have escaped death.
The power of the Path of Plague, even if a Martial Saint is infected, surviving is very difficult.
At this time, Ye Qingzhou had consumed a vast amount of vitality, his body extremely weak, struggling even to stand.
"Good opportunity!"
Bucker suddenly shifted tactics, abandoning Simon and launching a stealth attack on Ye Qingzhou, targeting nothing else but the Philosopher's Stone in his hand.
"Hand it over!"
"Want it?"
Ye Qingzhou sneered coldly, casually tossing the Philosopher's Stone over.
