"Demon God is dead! Demon God is dead!"
The members on the ground froze for a moment, then rejoiced.
Orn, on the other hand, struggled to his feet and roared, "No! Layast wouldn't fall so easily!"
Mo Qiong nodded. Orn was decent—not stupid, merely not particularly outstanding.
The Demon God hadn't been killed by that attack. A red, sickle-shaped soul was rapidly descending, charging toward Orn.
It couldn't be detected by the naked eye or any technological instrument.
"You owe me. It's time to pay me back!" Just as the Demon God was about to possess Orn, a kitchen knife suddenly slashed in from the side.
In an instant, the Demon God's soul began moving in slow motion in midair.
"What! What did you do? Damn it, who are you?" The Demon God struggled desperately, but couldn't break free.
Mo Qiong separated out a milky-white sphere of light and wrapped it around the Demon God, intending to absorb his energy.
In the Mother Universe, he had devoured stars only in moderation because he found the efficiency too low.
Of course, his strength had already leaped forward in just a few short days. But Mo Qiong felt that it wasn't very meaningful. The amount of energy he possessed wouldn't bring about a qualitative change, so he had continued focusing on researching and improving various Absolute Trait powers.
Still, one could never have too much energy. If he could obtain a large amount of energy with ease—like when he had first fused with Che Yun's Divine Treasury—he naturally wouldn't refuse it. He would absorb as much as he could.
The Demon God Layast before him was an excellent energy reservoir. That fellow had even more energy than Mo Qiong.
The Three-eyed Race's absorption was a trait, not a natural law, so any