Dong Long raised a hand with a savage grin. The three-headed, six-armed phantom of a demon god suddenly bent down, its giant palm smashing viciously toward the ground!
Boom—!
At the instant the earth split apart, he actually grabbed the puppet by the neck. Threads of blood seeping through his fingers stabbed into the puppet's chest like feelers.
"Third Senior Sister!"
"What are you doing to our Third Senior Sister?!"
"Let her go!"
The women of Yihua Palace screamed.
The puppet's bluish-gray skin shriveled at a visible rate. Within its once-empty eye sockets, two scarlet lights actually flowed backward along the blood threads and poured into Dong Long's palm!
"Dragon Python Sect secret art—Blood Devour!" Nie Qianying cried out. "That madman actually wants to absorb even the puppet's origin!"
If this refined puppet had still retained a trace of its remnant soul, Yihua Palace might have been able to restore it by paying the price to repair its Immortal Soul. But now... once its origin was absorbed, all hope would be utterly severed!
"Dong Long!!!!!!"
Xu Qing's voice roared from within Nie Qianying's ring. "My Yihua Palace swears never to coexist under the same sky as your Dragon Python Sect!"
Whoosh—
Dong Long completely absorbed Third Senior Sister's puppet. Gurgle, gurgle—
A satisfied rumble rose from his throat. The demonic qi around him surged ever more violently, and even the demon god phantom became several degrees more solid. Viscous black fluid began dripping from the demonic weapons in its six hands.
His strength had grown again...
"HAHAHAHAHA! It had been a long time since I'd used Blood Devour. What a rush!" He licked the corner of his lips. "You people want to never coexist under the same sky as my Dragon Python Sect... Today, every last one of you will