"Old man! You didn't get it wrong, did you? Why don't I feel even a shred of pain? It actually feels so comfortable."
Now that he knew the old man had no intention of letting him go and even wanted to harm him, Zhao Fu no longer spoke politely, his words laden with mockery.
Those words enraged the old monster. He erupted with an even more powerful demonic aura that surged wildly and ferociously into Zhao Fu's body. He no longer wasted words with Zhao Fu, intending to directly refine him into a clone puppet.
Affected by the old monster, the sky poured down heaven-and-earth demonic power like a flood, its momentum vast and mighty as it flooded into Zhao Fu's body.
The fluctuations spreading from this place rippled outward in layer after layer, each wave stronger than the last. That terrifying power made countless people's hands and feet turn cold, their bodies trembling uncontrollably as overwhelming terror seized them.
Jian Yiyue and the others wore unsightly expressions. Judging from these fluctuations, Zhao Fu's chances of survival were exceedingly slim. He had very likely already died.
One stream of demonic aura poured into Zhao Fu's body from above, while another entered from below. Though the demonic aura was incomparably fierce and powerful, terrifying to behold, once it entered Zhao Fu's body, it became exceptionally docile, leaving him feeling very comfortable.
"Old man! How can you be this trash? I don't feel even a bit of pain—it feels incredibly good! Are you too weak? With just this little power, you think you can erode me?"
Zhao Fu continued to ridicule and taunt him.
At this point, the old monster also sensed that something was wrong and hurriedly tried to stop, only to discover that he could not stop at all. It