The Trump Card

Xiao Ran's sudden attack caught the North Tomb Master completely off guard. In just an instant, Xiao Ran devoured most of the fungal people inside his main body.

"No!! Stop! Stop right now!"

The North Tomb Master's consciousness suffered a heavy blow. At that moment, he couldn't spare a thought for how Xiao Ran had appeared there. He immediately sent Xiao Ran a pheromone signal, hoping to make him stop as soon as possible.

But Xiao Ran's energy-devouring showed no sign of slowing. Countless fungal people became part of his mental strength, causing it to surge wildly. In the blink of an eye, it had broken through the six-hundred-point threshold.

If he kept devouring, breaking through seven hundred would be easy.

The change shook the North Tomb Master to his core.

Among the fungal people, it was impossible to devour one another's mental strength. That was an iron law of the Tomb Kingdom.

It was a rule branded into their souls, one that could not be changed.

Yet Xiao Ran could ignore the constraints of that rule and directly devour the fungal people to increase his mental strength.

Fortunately, Xiao Ran didn't continue devouring them. Instead, he locked onto the North Tomb Master. "You had quite a scheme. Consider this the interest."

"I was wrong! I admit it. Please, don't devour any more of them. They're innocent." The North Tomb Master completely gave up resisting.

Xiao Ran had already seized control of the core of his main body, and his immense mental strength far surpassed the North Tomb Master's. He had no chance of winning.

More importantly, if Xiao Ran was allowed to keep devouring, the Four Tomb Masters—and perhaps even the entire Middle Tomb—could be swallowed up by him.

It was an innate suppression. They had no way to