After waiting for Da Ming's consciousness to completely fade away, Bibi Dong let out a disdainful snort. In the past, she had needed to tread carefully when facing a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, not daring to be the slightest bit careless. But now, a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast was no more than an ant to her. This was the absolute gap in strength, and Bibi Dong's absolute confidence in her own power.
Once everything had settled, Bibi Dong slowly stepped forward. Looking at Da Ming's massive body and sensing the terrifying energy within it, a trace of intoxication appeared on her face.
"Fresh blood... power..."
Bibi Dong murmured unconsciously. The Magic Marks imprinted on her body flickered in and out of sight, while the mark belonging solely to the Rakshasa God on her forehead began to flash as well, as though urging her to act quickly.
Dark purple Soul Power erupted from Bibi Dong, swiftly enveloping Da Ming's entire body. Within that power, Da Ming's body was completely dissolved and consumed in an extremely short time, ultimately becoming nourishment for Bibi Dong...
During the process, the nine Soul Rings of Bibi Dong's Death Spider Emperor automatically emerged. Streams of purple energy then slowly flowed into her Eighth Soul Ring, and nourished by that energy, its color continuously changed. In the end, it completely shed its inky blackness and turned a bewitching red.
The pleasure of power flooding into her body made Bibi Dong involuntarily raise her head slightly. Purple patterns slowly crept up her fair neck, only gradually stopping beneath her cheeks.
"The energy of one Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast is still far from enough. I need more fresh blood and souls..."
Bibi Dong murmured softly, then suddenly turned her gaze toward a corner of the distant forest.
In the distant forest, within