What do you mean by saying that the corpses I sew are all ominous creatures?

"roar--"

The dragon soul phantom, which had already been stretched and deformed, seemed to sense this fleeting life force.

It let out a deafening roar, and its massive, translucent body suddenly struggled, managing to break free from the edge of the blue vortex.

With the suppression of the Nine Provinces Cauldron fragments gone, the remaining invisible restrictions on the Dragon Soul completely dissipated at this moment.

In that instant, it regained its freedom.

But what happened next was completely beyond my comprehension.

The dragon soul, having broken free of its restraints, did not rush to the top of the cave to escape as I had expected.

Its previously tightly closed dragon eyes suddenly opened, and two dark golden beams of light swept across the cave.

In that instant, my body stiffened abruptly.

A wonderful feeling, indescribable in words, welled up inside me.

I felt something deep within me somehow connect and resonate with the mysterious dragon soul in mid-air.

This traction is very weak, but it seems particularly clear in the current environment.

The dragon soul phantom clearly also sensed this connection.

Its massive body suddenly turned around in mid-air without the slightest hesitation.

In an instant, it transformed into a violent stream of light mixed with dark gold and black, swooping down towards my location!

"What is it?"

Before I could even finish uttering my words, the streak of light had already slammed into my chest.

The moment the light touched me, I felt nothing.

The phantom of the dragon soul seemed to pierce through the void and directly entered my body.

boom!

The instant the dragon soul entered my body, an immense power, beyond description, exploded throughout my limbs and bones.

This force was so immense that it instantly filled every meridian and every inch of my flesh and blood.

My physical body, which had already reached the threshold of mastering the Mountain-Shaking Strength, actually emitted a cracking sound from its bones under the impact of this force.

But what's more terrifying than physical pain is the mental trauma.

Along with the power of the dragon soul, a thick, overwhelming negative emotion surged into my mind.

It seemed to contain the despair of someone imprisoned for a thousand years and the anger of someone ruthlessly extracted.

And the most primal, purest desire to kill.

I was already on the verge of losing control after being under constant pressure.

He had been clinging to the last shred of reason, relying solely on the cool sensation between his brows.

But the negative emotions brought by this dragon soul were like a tsunami that could destroy everything, instantly destroying all the breakwaters in my mental world.

A cool sensation swirled wildly between my brows, trying to dispel the gloom.

But it seemed so insignificant in the face of the Dragon Soul's immense will.

It lasted less than half a second before being completely submerged.

The string of reason snapped.

At that moment, the world before my eyes instantly lost all color, leaving only a blood red.

The black bone needles and two spare willow-leaf daggers that were originally moving nimbly through the air lost all their spirituality in an instant because they had lost the precise control of mental power.

They fell with a few "clangs" and landed one after another on the bluestone slab.

The blood-stained scalpel that I was gripping tightly in my right hand slipped from my grasp without my awareness and fell to the ground at my feet.

"kill……"

A hoarse, low syllable, completely unlike my usual tone of voice, squeezed out from deep within my throat.

I slowly raised my head.

His eyes, which were originally clear in black and white, had now turned into a deep and violent dark jade color.

Deep within the pupils, a faint, dark golden dragon shadow seemed to be moving.

The three bronze-masked men who had been fighting me were now completely stunned.

They constantly walk on the edge of life and death, and have an exceptionally keen sense of danger.

At the moment when my sanity snapped and I abandoned all my magical artifacts, they did not feel any relief.

Instead, they felt a terrifying pressure emanating from me that made their very souls tremble.

That is the purest form of dominance over prey by a predator in a high position.

"What happened to him? He threw away all his magical artifacts?"

The mage holding the short blade had a slight, almost imperceptible tremor in his voice.

But they no longer have the opportunity to think about this problem.

Right now, I have no moves, no strategies in my mind.

Even concepts like "controlling qi" and "evil qi" have been completely erased.

All that remains is the most primal animal instinct and the desire to tear every living thing in front of you to pieces.

boom!

The bluestone slab beneath my feet, along with the soil below, was stomped into a deep pit more than half a meter in diameter by my hard work.

My body transformed into a blurry, blood-red afterimage, moving at a speed several times faster than when I activated the Fiend Cloak.

Before the mage wielding the short blade could even finish chanting his defensive incantation, I had already appeared in front of him.

His eyes widened in horror, and he instinctively wanted to back away.

But I didn't give him any time to react at all.

My left hand shot out suddenly, my five fingers like iron hooks, precisely gripping his neck.

Click!

Without using any techniques to release evil energy, I simply relied on the terrifying physical strength enhanced by the dragon soul to suddenly clench my five fingers.

With a crisp cracking sound, I crushed his cervical vertebrae and trachea into a lump of mud.

In an instant, his head drooped down at an odd angle.

Then I casually tossed the body aside like a tattered sack.

Sold out instantly.

A cultivator at the Dan realm couldn't even last a single round when I got close.

"Attack together!"

The body cultivator next to him, holding a bronze staff, had eyes that were practically popping out of their sockets.

He roared, his muscles bulging, and with both hands gripping the heavy bronze rod, he slammed it down hard on the top of my head.

Faced with this powerful blow, I neither dodged nor tried to catch it with my hands as I had done before.

I pushed off the ground with my right leg and slammed my whole body directly into that bronze rod.

when!

The bronze rod slammed down hard on my left shoulder.

The jacket shattered instantly.

But the moment my body struck the bronze rod, it produced a clanging sound like metal colliding.

The enormous recoil force was transmitted back along the staff, causing the body cultivator's tiger's mouth to split open, blood spurting out, and the bronze staff almost flew out of his hand.

As for me, I didn't even frown, and my forward momentum wasn't affected in the slightest.

Taking advantage of the moment of impact, I suddenly lunged forward and crashed into his arms.

I clenched my right fist and delivered a straight punch to his chest.

boom!

A muffled thud.

The body cultivator's chest caved in instantly, and the black outfit on his back burst open.

His eyes instantly lost focus, and he was sent flying dozens of meters away.

His body only came to a stop after he smashed the edge of the underground platform, leaving cracks in the walls.

Then, with a "plop," it fell to the ground.