"Ancestor Xia! It was our own insatiable greed! We will never harbor such thoughts again—please show mercy!" Dragon Ancestor maintained its state of blood mist, allowing me to knead it as I pleased, yet it never dared return to its true form.
As for Fierce Ancestor, his whole body trembled as he continuously used his Rules to search for an opening, only to find that there was simply no way out of this lockdown by the Mutated Heavenly Dao.
"What exactly does Your Excellency want?! What must we do for you to spare us!?" Fierce Ancestor roared. The blood-red sphere in his hand had long since become useless. Strange barbs now covered his body, making him look like a hedgehog. They were likely meant to protect himself, for fear that I might attack him.
Sure enough, when I reached out toward him, he instantly bristled in terror. Countless barbs shot out, spinning as they hooked toward my Rule connections.
Unfortunately, this kind of grafting through Blood Sea Rules might be fatal to other Great Luotians. Once contaminated by the blood source, it clung like taffy—impossible to tear away.
But against me, it was nothing more than a mantis trying to stop a chariot. The moment it touched my Mutated Heavenly Dao Core, it was swallowed clean, not even a speck of spittle left behind.
Fierce Ancestor despaired. Yet what drove him even further into despair was that when my five fingers reached out to seize him, the Mutated Heavenly Dao pressed down like the pressure of the deep sea. With a bang, his body was compressed from the inside out until it became a bomb.
Watching his body swell inch by inch before finally exploding in rings of shockwaves, Dragon Ancestor—now transformed into a sea of mist—grew even more frantic.