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

If they are allowed to continue their struggle, the worst outcome will be that both forces perish together, and both magical artifacts will be destroyed.

This is absolutely unacceptable to me.

Without much hesitation, I made the decision immediately.

Bone-preserving injections!

This black bone needle is not only the most handy and powerful magic weapon I currently use, but also the core medium for performing the "Ghost Needle" to sew up spirits.

Its importance to my combat system far exceeds that of the Mirage Dragon Tendon I just acquired.

Since you're all going to fight, then I'll side with my own people, regardless of who's right or wrong.

I took a deep breath, and the cool energy between my eyebrows circulated wildly, protecting my mind from being disturbed by the turbulent resentment and blood.

At the same time, I pushed the evil core in my dantian to its limit.

"Buzz!"

A powerful, malevolent aura flowed down my right arm and into the black bone needle in my hand without reservation.

This menacing aura also carried a hint of the imposing majesty of a true dragon.

With the addition of my fresh forces, the black bone needles, which were already showing signs of gaining the upper hand, instantly became even more ferocious.

A strange glow, a mixture of dark red and jade-colored light, began to emanate from the surface of the bone needle.

That violent destructive force seemed to transform into an invisible giant maw, beginning to suppress the dark blue resentment.

The mirage dragon tendon seemed to sense the danger as well, and the spool began to tremble violently, making a series of "creaking" sounds.

It squeezed out more resentment and hallucinogenic toxins in an attempt to make a final counterattack.

This is a protracted battle fought without gunfire, yet it is exceptionally dangerous.

I sat cross-legged on the futon, my hands tightly maintaining contact between the bone needles and the mirage dragon tendons.

At the same time, the malevolent energy within his body is being continuously released.

Time passed by, second by second.

The quiet room was so quiet that only my slightly heavy breathing and the faint electrical hum of the two forces clashing could be heard.

Sweat trickled down my forehead and dripped onto the floor.

My face also turned somewhat pale due to the significant depletion of my malevolent energy.

But I didn't waver at all. I just stared intently at the two items in my hands, steadily maintaining the output of my killing energy.

One hour... two hours...

The stalemate lasted for nearly three hours.

The resistance of the mirage dragon tendon finally began to weaken.

Its dark blue light was compressed and dimmed more and more under the pressure of the bone needles.

During this exchange, I keenly noticed a phenomenon that shocked me greatly.

When the Mirage Dragon Tendon can no longer resist, a trace of dark blue resentment and phantom poison will dissipate into the air.

If it were an ordinary magical artifact, this dissipated energy would be wasted.

However, the black bone needle in my hand at this moment is like a greedy black hole.

It not only crushed the Mirage Dragon Tendon head-on, but even the resentment and illusionary poison that escaped during the battle were completely swallowed up by the dark red light on the surface of the bone needle!

The bone needles are eating.

It is using my power to devour the massive tendon of this thousand-year-old mirage dragon to strengthen itself.

Realizing this, I not only didn't stop it, but instead increased the output of my malevolent energy to help the bone needles absorb the energy faster.

Finally, after a stalemate of more than three hours.

The mirage tendon coiled on the spool emitted an extremely faint mournful cry.

The last trace of dark blue light on its surface was mercilessly and completely devoured by the black bone needles.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Having lost the support of essence and power, the Mirage Dragon Tendon instantly became as fragile as a withered hemp rope.

With a few crisp sounds, it broke into several pieces, which scattered on the prayer mat.

The heavy spool of thread cracked and turned into a lifeless piece of scrap wood.

I gasped for breath and stopped releasing my malevolent energy.

Although I lost a priceless Class A treasure, I felt no regret whatsoever.

He simply kept his gaze fixed on the black bone needle in his right hand.

At this moment, the bone needles have undergone an indescribable transformation.

Its originally jet-black surface now faintly shimmers with an eerie glow that is a blend of dark red and cyan.

The massive, originally violent and exposed energy and blood has now been completely contained within the needle.

What surprised me even more was that this bone needle seemed to have truly developed a trace of its own spirit.

I tentatively released my right hand.

The bone needle did not fall to the ground, but remained suspended in mid-air without my "Qi Control" technique.

Then, like a well-fed and frolicking child, it nimbly circled around my body a few times.

Its tail even left a very faint blue afterimage.

I tried extending my left hand.

The bone needle immediately seemed to be summoned, drawing an arc in the air before landing steadily in my palm.

It felt slightly cool to the touch, but I could clearly feel that a closer and deeper spiritual connection had been established between me and this bone needle than before.

This feeling is very mysterious.

Just like this long black needle that is neither bone nor jade, it is no longer a cold, inanimate object.

Instead, it became a part of my body, an extension of my nerves and meridians.

At the same time, the instant I grasped the bone needle, a flash of inspiration seemed to appear in my mind.

A sudden, intuitive feeling compelled me to make the next move.

Instead of retracting the bone needle, I tried to mobilize the remaining internal energy in my dantian and slowly injected a wisp of baleful energy with a jade-like luster into the bone needle.

Something amazing happened.

As the malevolent energy was injected, the dark red and blue interwoven light on the surface of the bone needle began to converge towards the tail of the needle.

Then, under my watchful gaze, the end of the bone needle gradually extended and condensed into a faint dark blue thread!

This thread is only about the thickness of a human hair, and its surface has a shimmering, water-like sheen.

My eyes widened in surprise.

As a descendant of the corpse-stitching lineage, I have long been familiar with the techniques of using evil energy to form threads and using qi to create lines.

That was my basic skill when I performed the "Sewing Technique" and sutured special corpses on a daily basis.

However, the evil energy threads I usually rub out by hand are essentially still a highly condensed energy flow.

It is illusory. Once it escapes my control or loses the support of my own malevolent energy, it will disperse and turn into nothingness again.

But this thread that condenses from the tail of the bone needle is completely different.

I stretched out two fingers of my left hand and gently pinched the newly extended dark blue thread.

It has a tactile feel!

It is cool to the touch, with a slightly slippery feel on its surface, like real silk or the tendons of some animal.

What shocked me even more was that when I pinched it with my fingers, I could clearly feel the hallucinogenic resentment of a deep-sea mirage attached to the threads.

This is not just an imitation of the appearance; it perfectly replicates even the internal attributes!