Malice churned in his eyes as he swept his gaze across the surrounding Demon Gods. His gaze flashed, and his killing intent was laid bare.
Before his sinister laugh had faded, he had already pounced to the side of a Demon God. His five fingers hooked like claws, crushing its skull with a crack. Before its Primordial Spirit could flee, it was ground to dust. Opening his mouth, he inhaled, swallowing the entire corpse along with its demonic fire, refining it on the spot and devouring all its vital essence.
"Sure enough, it works!"
As flesh and blood reformed and the pain eased somewhat, Black Rock secretly let out a breath of relief.
His eyes swept toward the remaining Demon Gods. In an instant, his face twisted into that of a vicious ghost as he lunged at them, grabbing one in his grasp. His clawed fingers pierced its torso and tore it apart alive—flesh and blood melted the moment they entered his mouth, along with that ceaselessly surging aura of destruction. The savagery and devouring instinct etched into a Demon God's bones erupted nakedly at this moment.
Once the final lingering trace of destruction within his body had been refined away, Black Rock curled his lips and raised a hand, summoning a spirit treasure: pavilions wreathed in grim shadows. Black Mist billowed forth, Heavenly Demons twisting and wailing within it as curse inscriptions flickered in and out of sight. It cast down a canopy thick as ink, wrapping him tightly within.
"This spirit treasure has always belonged to the Patriarch."
The Primordial Unity Grand Formation had long been laid around them. Yin and yang qi twisted into a chaotic prison, trapping the Demon Gods firmly within. Unable to break free, they could only frantically bombard the formation walls, throwing everything