Feed You a Feast

Before his words had even faded, Luo Hong discovered that his magic power was pouring out like floodwaters through a breached dam, being devoured by Old Demon Blackwood's Natal Demonic Vine.

Moreover, his essence seemed to be affected as well. Once his magic power was exhausted, his essence would likely be forcibly taken.

"Fellow Daoist Blackwood, what a clever scheme. Luo nearly let you have your way!"

Despite the critical situation, there was not a trace of anxiety on Luo Hong's face. Instead, he revealed an approving smile, as though the rapidly draining magic power did not belong to him.

"Hmph, don't think you can disturb this old man's mind! Once my Natal Demonic Vine has latched onto you, even if you possess immense abilities, you cannot escape!"

Old Demon Blackwood's eyes flickered twice, but he quickly spoke with conviction.

"Hehe, Luo never intended to flee. Fellow Daoist Blackwood, merely eating magic power is far too bland. Let Luo treat you to a proper feast."

As soon as he finished speaking, a black-red flame appeared on Luo Hong's back and was drawn into the Black Vines along with his magic power.

"Spirit flame? Hehe, could this be your trump card? Hehe, do you think that because this old man cultivates wood-element demonic arts, I would fear fire-element divine abilities? The lesson of the Three Suns Vermillion Bird Formation is still fresh, yet you still pin your hopes on spirit flame. How foolish. Urgh, wait! This is... a flame of laws! Ah, damn it!"

Before he could finish his mockery, Old Demon Blackwood sensed that something was wrong. Crying out miserably, he tried to retract his Natal Demonic Vine.

At that moment, Luo Hong abruptly turned around, grabbed three Black Vines, and blasted his Iron Mask away. "Fellow Daoist Blackwood, don't