No mercy. Ji Jue struck with a ruthless hand.
He seized the horrified wolf-beast before him and began refining him on the spot—
No use for you anymore? Then die! What else—keep you around to make the Holy Dynasty great again? Even if I wanted to recreate eternity, I wouldn't need the likes of you...
Counting on a wolf's loyalty was worse than counting on an artisan's morals or the Heart Pivot's integrity!
Better to put this waste to use himself...
"No. Something's wrong."
As the Black Flame burned, that rigid face gradually twisted. Kelbasu screamed in terror. "Wrong! You're not—you're not Lu Changsheng. You aren't... Who are you? The saint won't spare you! The saint will—"
"Really? But I'm your Sacrificial Master saint."
Ji Jue lowered his eyes and looked down at him coldly. "If you've submitted to evil, why do you not bow when you see me? If you hope to turn evil into good, why won't you sacrifice your tiny little self?"
As bloody light swirled, the Great Evil's Secret Rite abruptly began. Spiritual Substance surged like a tide and swallowed that terror-twisted face.
Kelbasu roared and wailed. His eyes turned scarlet, and his body suddenly swelled, revealing his true form within his restraints: a strange beast covered in fur. He struggled madly, as though eager to devour someone, but it did no good.
He had no strength left to fight back.
He did not even have time to drag Ji Jue down with him...
Too late.
It had been too late from the start.
If Ji Jue let raw material escape his own melting furnace, what kind of artisan would he be?
Now flames surged from the Great Evil's Maw, pouring out like a waterfall. Guided and controlled by that single hand, they flooded endlessly into