"Why must you do this, benefactor? You and I were born from the same root—why fry each other in such haste!"
Waves of a plaintive female voice came from the Demonic Beast's mouth as it spoke, while thousands upon thousands of pitch-black tentacles lashed out, blotting out the sky and covering the earth as they whipped toward Zhao Sheng.
Hmph!
Zhao Sheng gave a cold snort. His hand rose and fell, and boundless divine light appeared out of thin air.
The Demonic Beast's tentacles had only just touched the divine light when they turned into nothing one after another. But the tentacles surged forward like waves, each falling only for the next to press on, rapidly dimming the five-colored divine light. Soon, a large section was missing.
Seeing this, Zhao Sheng frowned slightly, then suddenly shouted, "Brush, come!"
Before his voice had fallen, a gray, shabby broken brush with a bald tip abruptly landed in his hand.
Radiance ten thousand zhang high surged up around Zhao Sheng, pouring endlessly into the body of the brush. Soon, the Broken Brush bloomed with a thread of bloody light.
Immediately after, his figure flashed, and in an instant he arrived above the Demonic Beast's head. With a turn of his wrist, the brush tip landed on the Demonic Beast's surface.
As the brush moved like dragons and snakes, a huge character—"Seal"—was branded onto the Demonic Beast's head in the blink of an eye.
The faint bloody light emitted by the sealing character instantly sealed the Demonic Beast away, ultimately turning it into a piece of transparent pink amber.
Zhao Sheng's body seemed slightly dimmer. With a casual motion, he sent the Broken Brush back into the depths of his Soul Sea.
Then, with a shift of his thoughts, boundless divine light surged into