While he absorbed to his heart's content, the Mother-Child Talisman on him grew hot several more times. This time, he ignored it entirely. Focusing on his own business came first.
Xia Fuli felt not only his demonic essence draining away, but his life swiftly ebbing too. Terror and fear did him no good, nor did all his pleas and pitiful cries. In the end, he resorted to curses, but they still could not stop him from withering. His voice grew softer and weaker, until it was barely the buzzing of a mosquito.
Eventually, he no longer had even the strength to speak.
He was gravely wounded, after all, and Shi Chun had severed several vital meridians, cutting off his ability to restore his blood and vital energy. His final outcome was even worse than Sun Shigang's.
Sun Shigang had still had a breath left in him at the end, but Elder Xia lay motionless when Shi Chun withdrew his hand, his appearance shriveled and his eyes dull and lifeless.
Before the last wisp of demonic essence drained from his body, his bodily functions had already ceased.
Shi Chun sat down cross-legged, his face full of satisfaction. Closing his eyes to sense the state of his body, he found that he really did feel somewhat stuffed. The demonic flame had been condensed within its original host, but with his cultivation, he could not fully suppress it inside himself. As a result, demonic flame filled his meridians everywhere. He felt as though he could breathe out demonic qi simply by opening his mouth.
That showed just how vast the difference in quality was between the demonic flames within Sun Shigang and Xia Fuli.
He thought it over. He remembered taking nearly forty days to refine the demonic flame from Sun Shigang. With