Question: How should a dragon face a great heap of ingredients right in front of him? And what if that heap of ingredients kept swaying before his eyes?
Answer: Eat every last bit. Wasting food is a sin.
Su Qingqiu couldn't care less about the consequences. He was a Spiritual Serpent from the depths of Dragon-Raising Temple, not a True Dragon sworn to protect the Human Race. Why bother thinking so much?
The Devil Pill burst out in an instant, transforming into the form of Daoist Qingqiu.
Demonic energy raged, instantly spreading over all the refugees.
A single horn jutted from his forehead, and he trod through the void.
Demonic energy swirled around him, his aura towering to the heavens.
In an instant, his savage demonic aura, comparable to the Hundred-Eyed Devil, drew everyone's attention.
Everyone in Dragon-Raising Temple
The people of Chiyang City
The imperial court's spies
The scouts of countless other sects and factions
And, finally, the throngs of refugees already shaking with fear.
Hundreds of thousands of people were overcome by the savage demonic energy, their hearts gripped by an icy dread.
Another terrifying evil spirit! Dragon-Raising Temple really was unlucky, plagued by one evil spirit after another.
For a time, some were afraid, some were terrified, while others secretly rejoiced, wishing more evil spirits would come.
"True Dragon Daoist Lord, I have come today by the Hundred-Eyed Devil's command to present you with a great gift!"
"Devil Zombies, all of you—transform! Come forth!"
Daoist Qingqiu flicked a finger, scattering thousands of wisps of demonic energy among the refugees.
The next second
Roar! Roar! Roar!
The living corpses among the refugees began to transform. Lured by the demonic energy, they changed far faster than when roused by Daoism Cultivation and magical power.
In just seven or eight