But just then, Yun Che suddenly raised a hand and called out, "Wait, I have a better way to free you."
At his words, the Corpse God and his frightening backdrop both stopped in midair.
Less than three breaths later, the Corpse God and his backdrop moved again. He roared, "I don't believe you! Just be good and become my nourishment!"
Yun Che said nothing more. With a casual wave, he produced ten thousand Corpse Cores, which flew into the Corpse God's mouth under the guidance of his divine sense.
A steady series of gulping sounds rang out. The Corpse God's eyes bulged, and his belly swelled visibly, reaching the size of a six-month pregnancy in an instant.
-Burp!
The Corpse God let out a satisfied belch. His formerly savage face even took on a somewhat goofy look, and most of the violent aura of death around him instantly subsided. The ancient runes on the black stone coffin dimmed as well.
He looked down at his round belly, then up at Yun Che. For the first time, confusion appeared in his scarlet pupils. "You... how did you get me pregnant?"
Yun Che's expression darkened. "What's the rush? Just circulate your cultivation technique to digest them."
The Corpse God rubbed his swollen belly, feeling the Corpse Core energy rampaging inside him. Suddenly, he let out a pained grunt. His bones cracked, and his body began shrinking visibly until he became a little old man three feet tall. Still dressed in his tattered bone armor, he looked especially comical.
You Xiaoli couldn't help bursting into laughter. "This is the so-called Corpse God? Why does he look like a deflating ball?"
The little-old-man version of the Corpse God glared at her. Just as he was about to explode, another cramp twisted his belly,