"You humans rely on supplies, Curios, and strongholds to survive."
His cloudy red eyes bored into Yang Yong, his voice forcing its way through his teeth one word at a time. "We blood-mutated Eerie rely on injury, slaughter, and mutation in desperate straits to survive!"
"Every time you cripple me, I mutate again."
"You think you've won?"
"You've helped me tear through my shackles completely!"
The wind on the ninth floor abruptly turned cold.
The wisps of disaster fog scattered throughout the ruins began to flow...
From cracks in the ground, holes in the walls, and gaps left by fallen seal-script characters in the dome, they surged toward Huang Pi like water flowing downhill.
The gray-white fog coiled around his body and burrowed into the gaps between the dark red blood filaments, devoured the instant it touched his flesh.
The bloody hue over his body deepened another shade.
This time, even the claws on both his forepaws turned dark red, their tips tinged black like poisoned hooks.
Huang Pi abruptly lowered his body.
"Come on," Yang Yong said.
He pointed a finger.
Two White Bone Rings flew out at once.
The first ring moved at a steady pace, tracing an arc to flank him from the left.
The Second Ring was faster, practically launching itself forward, cutting straight toward Huang Pi's center from the right.
The phantom ring trailed a long, translucent white afterimage through the air, its body humming like a starving person swallowing saliva.
"Mine! Mine! Don't steal it!" a child's voice shrieked inside Yang Yong's head.
The instant Huang Pi saw the two White Bone Rings flying toward him, his expression changed.
He had been wearing a crazed look that said, "I'll fight you to the death."
But when the Nine Nether Yuanchen White Bone Ring came