After several hours of fierce fighting, the Immortal-Burying Coffin's black light had sunk deep into the Azure-Faced Lion King's flesh, and the chains of death rules had constricted his limbs until his bones cracked.
The Lion King's chest heaved violently. His former ferocity, enough to overturn rivers and seas, had dwindled to the desperate resistance of a cornered beast.
The demonic power in his demon core was utterly exhausted. Qing Chen's powerful blood path rules had repeatedly eroded his physical body, and his strength was gradually fading.
"Be my dog and live! Otherwise, die!" Qing Chen barked coldly. The Immortal-Burying Coffin pressed down abruptly, its black light surging to pin the Lion King's limbs in place.
Meanwhile, the cage he had formed from his pseudo-domain's power squeezed Ghost Python's hundred-zhang-long body into a twisted knot, its scales lifting one after another.
It no longer had the strength to hiss. The vicious light had drained from its slit pupils, leaving only a layer of ashen death.
Qing Chen curled his right hand into a claw and tightened his fingers.
Silvery-white Primal Magnetism Divine Light, wrapped in the power of blood path rules, squeezed into the gaps between its scales from every direction, like a thousand little knives scraping its flesh at once.
Ghost Python convulsed, roaring to surrender, but Qing Chen ignored it.
A mere mid-fourth-tier Python Demon was worth no more than a subsidiary soul in his Five-Dragon Carriage Treasure Talisman. It was not qualified to be his dog.
He could kill it to cow the Lion King.
"Crush." Qing Chen abruptly clenched his fingers.
Crack!
The pseudo-domain cage instantly contracted to its limit, forcibly compressing the hundred-zhang serpent into a mass of bloody pulp. The crisp snaps of its snake bones breaking inch by inch merged into one