Void Spirit's words greatly tempted everyone. They gazed at him with boundless longing. "We can accept the Void Religious Order, but you need to prove to us that this so-called Spirit-Eating Art really is that useful."
Void Spirit looked at the leaders. He knew it was time to produce some evidence to convince them.
"Let me demonstrate. Once you see it, you'll believe me."
"Guards, bring up the test subject we captured a few days ago."
Soon, they brought a zombie forward.
This zombie looked very similar to an ordinary person, seemingly having evolved to an extremely high level.
His cultivation was high, already at the peak quasi-saint stage. One more evolution would take him across the barrier of his race.
But zombies were a lowly race, after all, and their chances of producing a sage were extremely slim.
Once Void Spirit had him brought forward, he looked at him teasingly. "Jiang Cheng, will you surrender? If your Zombie Race is willing to join my Spirit Race, perhaps I can spare your life."
His only answer was an angry roar.
"Roar!"
Seeing how stubbornly the fellow refused to see reason, Void Spirit instantly lost his patience.
He opened his palm and lightly slapped the zombie's head. The fellow died instantly.
At the same time, he activated the Spirit-Eating Art, instantly draining every last bit of the fellow's cultivation.
Why kill him before absorbing his spiritual power and cultivation? It was nothing more than his own twisted amusement.
Void Spirit's strength visibly surged by a considerable margin.
Everyone was astonished at the sight.
One leader asked, "Lord Void Spirit, do you feel any discomfort? Is your foundation stable? Have you experienced any unusual changes?"
Void Spirit shook his head. "I don't feel any discomfort. I feel wonderful, more comfortable than ever