Feng Ling's body collapsed weakly onto the floor, yet her face wore a happy, fulfilled smile.
It was as if she had already fulfilled her long-cherished wish, accomplished some greatest undertaking, and could die without regret.
Her aura was also fading rapidly.
To nurture the Middle Corpse's body, Feng Ling had already overdrawn everything she had. The reason she had seemed completely normal before was because the Middle Corpse's body had still been inside her, supporting her.
And when Huo Yuhao took the Middle Corpse's body out of her, Feng Ling's life had also reached its end completely.
But Huo Yuhao paid Feng Ling no mind. Instead, he looked at the thing in his hand, and his smile grew even brighter.
The Middle Corpse's body in Huo Yuhao's hand was not in the form of an infant, but... a ball of flesh!
There were fleshy tendrils on the ball, constantly probing in every direction, as if trying to find something.
The tendrils that touched Huo Yuhao gently rubbed against his skin, looking as if they were trying to get close to him.
But Huo Yuhao knew perfectly well that this ball of flesh had no self-awareness. It was not trying to get close to him either; it wanted to drive its tendrils into his body, then devour his flesh and blood as nourishment to continue growing.
The ball of flesh had no consciousness, only the greedy instinct to keep growing!
"Heh heh, after fusing in so much darkness and evil, the thing cultivated in the end really is a monster. But that is exactly what I need."
"I just don't know if it's a male ball or a female ball."
Huo Yuhao put away his smile, preparing to get down to business.
Huo Yuhao gripped the ball of flesh in