In other words, the Armor-Splitting Flying Scorpion would still remain in a half-demonized state.
In that case, although its demonic meridians would be orderly and it would no longer go mad at random, it would still be affected by demonic influence and temporarily lose its intelligence—becoming like an ordinary, obedient little dog.
That was to say, like an ordinary demon beast whose intelligence had only just awakened and which could not yet speak.
Yet when Sikong Jing presented these two options, the Armor-Splitting Flying Scorpion chose the latter without the slightest hesitation.
It would remain half-demonized, becoming an existence that was half demon beast and half magic beast.
"Didn't you say this is only temporary? Didn't you say that one day, I'll regain my intelligence in a half-demonic state?"
"I want to become stronger, so I choose to become a half-magic beast with intelligence."
Within the Armor-Splitting Flying Scorpion's Spirit Platform sea of consciousness, its spirit shadow gazed at Sikong Jing's beast-form spirit shadow and spoke in a firm, resolute female voice.
That was its answer. It no longer hesitated or retreated.
When it had fallen to demonization before, it had gone mad because it had shrunk back. This time, perhaps this young fierce beast, Sikong Jing, had given it powerful confidence.
Sikong Jing's beast-form spirit shadow silently watched it before finally saying, "Good. Then I'll grant your wish."
Without any dragging of feet, Sikong Jing knew that the Armor-Splitting Flying Scorpion surely had something it wanted to do, something for which it wished to grow stronger—even if it had to become demonized. But Sikong Jing did not ask now. He simply decided to fulfill its wish.
Because a magic beast, even a half-magic beast, would certainly be far stronger than it had been before.
As for whether a half-magic