Upon hearing the words of the Basalt Ancestor, Wu Shaochen was stunned, somewhat in disbelief, and asked, "Are you sure?"

"Yes," the Basalt Ancestor nodded. "My time is running out. Let me contribute this last bit of strength. Since you adventurers gain energy by killing demonic creatures, I suppose killing us would yield the same."

"Can't you try to save yourself?"

The Basalt Ancestor shook his head and sighed, "My lifespan has reached its end. No medicine can help anymore."