Survival Manual

Crack.

Andorf Hack tightened his fingers slightly, crushing the diamond-shaped dark gray crystal. A wave of mental energy spilled out.

Most Abyss Demons could not control mental energy directly like human wizards, so they could not use it to stimulate a fragment of their soul and verify whether a Quasit's Soulstone was real.

Instead, they sealed mental energy permanently inside a crystal. When needed, they crushed the crystal and injected the released energy into the Soulstone to verify its authenticity.

For Demons with mental talents, such as Succubi, this created another way to make money: producing and selling Mental Crystals. It even boosted demand within the Abyssal Plane.

"Ah!"

Yin Ming let out a muffled cry at just the right moment.

Pain crossed his face. He curled up, a fine layer of cold sweat breaking out on his skin.

It looked as though he had endured pain far beyond what his body could bear in a single instant.

"A loyal Quasit, just as I thought."

Andorf Hack bared a mouthful of white teeth in a satisfied grin and walked slowly up to Yin Ming.

His dark eyes narrowed, and his expression turned ice-cold.

He converted the True Blood within him into energy. His body swelled to nearly three meters tall, and violent elemental energy gathered as he kicked toward Yin Ming's chest.

Smack!

The pain vanished from Yin Ming's face. He bent an arm to block.

A crack split the ground beneath his feet, dispersing the force of Andorf Hack's blow.

The black mist became a small snake that clung to his flesh and corroded it. A wound deep enough to expose bone soon opened on his blocking arm.

"Golden Light Spell!"

A white flame ignited around Yin Ming, purifying the black mist that lingered over the wound.

Then he