A wisp of flame, slender beyond measure, coiled around the short, stocky man's head. The raging fire burned him until he wailed in agony, his skin rapidly shriveling as thin trails of smoke rose from his body.
"Aha, I don't know anything about crystals, and I'm not interested in finding out how they're made."
The short, stocky man's voice rang out in Yi Chen's mental world. With his cries, Yi Chen's mental world shook violently, and countless electrical sparks burst through the cracks in its barriers.
Yi Chen gritted his teeth, his eyes turning a purplish black as he stubbornly resisted this wisp of the short, stocky man's divine soul imprint.
The short, stocky man's divine soul imprint writhed wildly, transforming into venomous snakes that savagely tore at the barriers of Yi Chen's mental world.
Refusing to give ground, Yi Chen used his own divine soul to withstand the venomous snakes' corrosive assault.
Gradually, less and less of the short, stocky man's divine soul imprint remained, while Yi Chen's mental strength also began to flag from excessive expenditure.
The short, stocky man's divine soul imprint grew weaker and weaker until, at last, it was extinguished completely, vanishing without a trace.
Yi Chen kicked his corpse away and murmured to himself, "So that's how it works. The Demon Dragon Race doesn't need crystals to supply its power. They rely on their own cultivation. Every day, they need to devour countless blood offerings and the essences of all sorts of wild beasts to replenish their strength. These soul essences gather at their cores, forming a peculiar energy sphere that can unleash tremendous power.
"And the main source of this energy is precisely the mountain beneath them. Hmm, their strength comes from absorbing so much energy."
Yi Chen rubbed his chin. "But why