C6300 Blood as the Source Plant

"Is there really no other way?" Qin Ming sighed again. He had already decided to give up, but he was still unwilling to give up.

He clenched his fists tightly. Due to the excessive force, his sharp nails cut through his palms.

Qin Ming felt the pain. To him, this pain was nothing.

Compared to the three years of hard work, this bit of blood was nothing