Whew...
All of a sudden, the Armor-Splitting Flying Scorpion raised its pincers again, about to clamp down on Sikong Jing once more. Clearly, it was going mad again.
But Sikong Jing said coldly, "If you want to go mad, I'll help you suppress it!"
As the words fell, Sikong Jing flashed aside, evading the enormous pair of pincers and appearing atop the Armor-Splitting Flying Scorpion's head. His true energy—or rather, his beast power—crashed straight into its body.
"Roar..."
The Armor-Splitting Flying Scorpion instantly let out a miserable howl, then began rolling madly across the ground.
Of course, it was not writhing in pain from Sikong Jing's attack. Sikong Jing had merely poured a powerful, unwavering will into it. That made it even more frenzied and caused it to struggle even harder, until the entire cave rumbled thunderously again.
But after only a short while, it sprawled upon the ground, its entire body trembling violently. Sikong Jing's will gradually overcame its madness.
Suddenly, it raised its head and looked at Sikong Jing, who had landed again, roaring, "Devour you—I want to devour you."
"No, I want to recover. Only by following you can I recover..."
"No, I want to truly fall into demonic corruption and become a Magic Beast. Only by following you can I truly become a Magic Beast."
The Armor-Splitting Flying Scorpion's voice was fraught with crazed struggle. Its urge to devour Sikong Jing came from the berserk instinct of all high-level demon beasts. Sikong Jing was a young ferocious beast with terrifying bloodline; devouring him would allow it to evolve.
Yet it also wanted to recover and become a Magic Beast. It was both mad and bewildered...
But at this moment, it was much better than before. No matter how crazed it was, it no longer possessed that