(Tracing the Demonic Source & Breakthrough to Soul Formation Realm)
The squirming purple monster held aloft in Lin Xiao’s semi-clear blue pseudopods hissed with the fury of a trapped serpent.
Trapped within the high-pressure sphere of Primordial Chaos water-ice, the Grade-6 Abyssal Soul-Devouring Slug whipped its segmented, oily body in violent spasms. Its rows of needle-sharp ivory teeth gnashed together with dry, clicking snaps. At the same time, its pulsing yellow pustules leaked venom that dissolved against Lin Xiao’s non-Newtonian gel coat without inflicting a single scratch. Sensing its total severance from Emperor Zhao Tai’s skull soul ocean, the parasite let loose an ear-splitting psychic screech that shook through the marrow of everyone standing in the bedchamber.
Crown Prince Zhao Lie instantly clamped both palms over his ears, his knees buckling as blood trickled from his ears. Beside him, Grand Marshal Wu Zhan gritted his teeth, his martial core flaring to withstand the spiritual shriek. Even so, veins bulged across his temples.
“Careful, young sovereign!” Wu Zhan warned in a strained shout, his battle-hardened voice cracking. “That creature contains sixty years of condensed rotting poison! If its outer membrane ruptures, the vapor alone could rot an entire country guard post into black soup!”
