The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 1172 - 449: Mo, Soul Berserk_3

The berserk Mo greedily sucked the heart blood of the Primordial Dragon Demon.

Its body slowly transitioned from a translucent black to a crimson red.

In a short while, the whole body seemed to be filled with all the blood plasma, and its swollen eyeballs revealed a hysterical madness.

"Swoosh!"

Mo suddenly fled from Ye Hanjun’s side, chose a direction, and climbed the mountain like a giant spider.

Ye Hanjun had a thought and forcibly swallowed the remnants of the Primeval Demon’s body, and even though the Law-Figure-World was bulging and slightly indigestible, he forcefully endured it.

"Roar!"

Fifteen minutes later, a second Primordial Dragon Demon came into view.

It was a male Dragon Demon, smaller than the previous one but with a larger head, and even sharper dragon teeth and claws.

It was only Minor Saintly Perfection in rank, not as superior as Mo, barely keeping level.

Watching the crimson beast screaming and charging towards him, he bared his fangs fiercely, fearlessly countering without a second thought.

"Puff!"

In an instant, Mo’s tentacle shot out like a spear, repeatedly piercing through the body of the Primordial Dragon Demon.

The tough dragon scales seemed like nothing in its eyes, barely providing a moment’s resistance before being thoroughly penetrated.

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle!"

The crimson Flame of Rage followed the tentacle, burning towards Mo’s own body.

Mo’s entire body convulsed, as if experiencing immense pain, yet excited and frenzied.

"Puff puff puff! Puff puff puff!!"

It treated the body like a captivating toy, piercing and exploring at will.

The distinguished Primordial Dragon Demon of Minor Saintly Perfection, a noble member of the Primeval Demon Race, was caught in the palm of its hand, being manipulated at will.

Probably due to the enhancement by the Law of Rage and being in a desperate situation, its strength grew increasingly stronger.

Mo’s six tentacles were torn apart, along with its body, riddled with holes and blurred with flesh and blood.

But... seeing Mo unaffected and instead becoming more excited.

Primordial Dragon Demon · Mai Erdun’s fury soon reached the limit it could contain:

"How dare you ignore the Flame of Rage of my race, what if fish die and the net splits? What if we perish together? Explode for me!!!"

"Bang bang bang bang bang!!!"

A drop of dragon blood was equivalent to a high-level blasting symbol.

A hundred drops of dragon blood could destroy a village.

Ten thousand drops of dragon blood could level a city.

One hundred thousand drops of dragon blood gathered, and Mo nearby... naturally turned into dust!

Mai Erdun—this extremely furious Primordial Dragon Demon, without any discussion, ended its life with self-destruction!

It was the most tragic strike of its life, sacrificing its life, Minor Saintly Perfection, potentially equal to a full strike of Supreme Holy Completion!

"Ah, has the trash rag died?"

"It hasn’t even faced the Rage King yet, if it enters the resurrection stage, Big Tadpole is in trouble!"

Regardless of how much they disliked Mo, Little GuaGua started to worry as the situation seemed to be turning against them.

"Cannot die... cannot die..."

"Dead, I can’t experience the ultimate joy, Ye Hanjun, I need to revive immediately, right now!!!"

A strong suction force emerged from the collapsing void vortex.

Ye Hanjun felt a tightness in his chest, sensing that his Flesh Furnace and Soul Spring were operating over ten times more than usual.

And the freshly captured Primordial Dragon Demon · Mai Erxin, along with the previously accumulated flesh and soul energy, all turned into a torrent, fiercely pouring into Mo’s body.

"Is it even possible?"

Ye Hanjun was slightly dazed; Mo’s power was so strong.

Rising in madness, even his Ability was affected, becoming extremely unstable, always on the verge of going berserk?

"Whirl!"

Mo, which should have been blown to pieces, transformed from a drop of blood into a flesh ball, and ultimately remained intact.

Of course, it was still engorged, its entire eyeball enveloped in the divine light of fury, and its concealed craving made it resemble a fearless madman.

"Rage King... Where is the Rage King?"

"He can definitely give me unprecedented pain, I want it, really want it, come out quickly!!"

Mo lost its sanity, turned into a mindless Beast.

It aimlessly climbed peaks, crossing ridge after ridge, seeking the brightest red flames.

Finally, when a cloud of fire spanning from heaven to earth leaped into its eyeball.

Mo’s whole body quivered, its eyeballs excited to the point of bursting blood.

"Yeesh! The trash rag has gone completely mad!"

"Is the Law of Rage that powerful? Even a trash rag is affected?"

"No, the trash rag is doing it deliberately, it could have dissolved the invasion of other laws based on its own bloodline if it was normal!"

"But it craves distinct pain, deliberately seeking the source of joy!"

"Big Tadpole, be careful, the first Primordial Dragon Demon of Supreme Sacred Great Achievement, we acted decisively, didn’t give her a chance to self-destruct."

"The second one, Minor Saintly Perfection, managed to execute a strike of Supreme Holy Completion."

"If it were Supreme Sacred Great Achievement, it might replace the majority of Supreme Holy Completion, even if the opponent is also from the Divine Trace Lineage, they might not survive."

GuaGua whispered into Ye Hanjun’s ear:

"Rage King · Meltu, the strongest of the Primordial Dragon Demon clan."

"If he’s extremely enraged, willing to vent his anger through self-destruction, perhaps he could, like Grandpa Muyi, kill a Half-Step Deity beyond his level..."