This time, he didn't use his blade.
His hands turned an eerie blood-jade color. His fingers curled like hooks as he thrust them straight into the Cannibal Rakshasa's unprotected chest.
Squelch!
His claws sank into flesh without resistance.
Fang Mo plunged both hands into the monster's chest and seized the violently throbbing core.
It wasn't a heart.
It was a tumor that was still beating.
"Come out!"
Fang Mo roared and wrenched with both arms, ripping the tumor right out of the monster's body.
"Ugh..."
The Cannibal Rakshasa stiffened, the red glow in his eyes quickly fading.
He lowered his head and stared at the gaping hole in his chest, as if he wanted to say something. But in the end, he only spat out a mouthful of black blood before his massive body crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
After hitting the ground, the corpse rapidly rotted into liquid. In the end, all that remained was a wrinkled human skin and a pool of foul-smelling pus and blood.
Only the tumor in Fang Mo's hand continued to throb with vigor.
"Job's done."
Fang Mo casually tossed the disgusting tumor to Yuanjue.
"Your reward."
Yuanjue was overjoyed. He swallowed the tumor in one bite, and his soul immediately grew more solid. His once somewhat hazy figure now seemed to have gained a touch of flesh and blood.
He bowed respectfully to Fang Mo. "Thank you for the gift, Master! This humble monk feels he's one step closer to rebuilding his body."
Fang Mo paid no attention to the greedy old monk and waved him back into Prison Suppressor.
His gaze fell on the Blood Well.
With the Red Robe Man dead and that strange statue collapsed, most of the Yin Sha Qi in the ancestral hall