The mad roar of an Ancient Race quasi-emperor on the verge of being devoured was so shrill, so despairing, that it could scarcely be put into words.
Everyone who heard it felt their scalps tingle, and the sight of that face slowly withering away was even more horrifying.
Those claws battered against the Immortal Tears Green Gold Lock, leaving streaks of blood across it. Yet, utterly unable to draw upon any power, he could only struggle in vain.
In the end, that quasi-emperor too became a dried skeleton. As his head drooped, the empty sockets of his eyes naturally hung downward, as though gazing upon everyone on the Big Dipper.
"Hiss... no wonder everyone wanted to strike down the Ruthless Great Emperor back then."
Many people's eyelids twitched wildly.
Those cultivators of higher realms, however, paid closer attention to the condition of the Taixuan Holy Master at the other end of the Immortal Tears Green Gold Lock.
A Saint devouring a quasi-emperor was already like an ant swallowing a dragon-elephant. Now that he had devoured two in succession, could he truly avoid bursting from the excess?
Yet Adam not only showed no signs of being overstuffed, but looked positively radiant.
"Looking closely, the Taixuan Holy Master suffered an enormous loss rate when converting that Ancient Race quasi-emperor into Magical Power. He must have refined away all power bearing another's imprint in order to keep his own cultivation pure."
"But no matter how much you purify and refine it, that was still a quasi-emperor!"
Upon hearing this, the person who had spoken first fell silent.
That was indeed true.
Three hundred tons of watermelons—even if you took only the sweet, seedless centers from every single one—would still be enough to stuff a person to death.
"Don't forget, there are still more