Chapter 98.3 - Curtains Close For The Eighth Level Spirit Beast
Chapter 98.3: Curtains Close For The Eighth Level Spirit Beast
The cherry pink lips curled up in a mesmerizing arc, so beautiful it moved one’s very soul. “Little Burrow, how long do you think….. I will need to take this fella down?”
The youth’s eyes flashed slightly as he looked at the rage filled Demonic Centipede who was stirring up a violent sandstorm with its massive body before he said: “With it being in a berserk state, its powers is comparable to that of a ninth level spirit beast. If this was to be dealt with by my Mistress of the past, you would have killed it in an instant. But with your current self….. about an incense stick’s time.”
Qing Yu listened to the youth’s carefully worded statement, like he was afraid that her pride would be hurt, but had still chosen not to deceive her.
She gave a light laugh and then slowly walked towards the roaring and wildly thrashing spirit beast in the middle, and under the violent wind, she muttered just a few words tonelessly. “Just ten breaths is more than enough.”
Zang Mai’s narrowed eyes then widened when he saw the sudden change in the slender young lady’s aura and he subconsciously clenched his fists tightly.
He knew very well, that once Qing Yu made a decision, no one would ever be able to change it, and she had never liked anyone to interfere with her affairs. So no matter how worried Zang Mai was feeling right at that moment, there was nothing he could do but to push down the strong impulse that was rising up inside.
[Just wait for a while more…..]
[And if anything unexpected really happens, even if he would be severely berated, he would not just stand idly by.]
But when he raised up his eyes to look, he came to discover that he had really been worried for nothing.
The phoenix like eyes that had glinted with that bright voracious thirst for blood narrowed, her palms wrapped in blinding and searing golden red flames curled in a claw, she thrust her hands straight into the sliced open head of the Demonic Centipede, which brought about a great spray of bright red blood to splatter all over, though not a single drop came to stain her pristine white clothes.
The sound of flesh and bone being torn apart was absolutely bone chilling.
The Demonic Centipede was completely defenseless, the searing heat that felt like lava from Hell burning it from the wound in its head all the way to the tip of its tail. The young lady’s long slender fingers that had looked so weak and frail then closed tightly upon its spirit core crystal, trying to tear it right out from its body.
Never had a spirit beast ever been so horrifyingly violated. Its body still alive, and made to feel long agonizing pain of having its spirit core being ripped out.
A spirit beast’s core lay in its spirit core crystal. Without its spirit core, even if it did not die, it would turn to become just a soft and limp bug without any attack capabilities, and its lifespan greatly reduced, agony that was completely unimaginable.
The Demonic Centipede was feeling greatly aggrieved. It did not understand why such a weak human could have suddenly turned to become so horrifying in an instant. The strange blazing heat continued to burn it from its insides, making it feel like its body was about to explode.
Aggrievement filled the Demonic Centipede. It did not want to submit just like that. It wanted to struggle. It wanted to run away.
But in the next second, starting from the tip of its tail, the flesh and blood started to disappear, spreading upwards inch by inch as it turned to bare white bones. What was even more terrifying was that it could clearly feel its death slowly approaching.
[No! No! Impossible!]
[It is an eighth level spirit beast! An eighth level spirit beast! The highest level spirit beast in this lands! Is this end now before its path towards a new peak has even started?]
[That’s just unacceptable!]
The woeful roar of the trapped beast rang out as the last bit of darkness dissipated from the sky. When the sky brightened, turning fully into day, the Demonic Centipede stood erect in its spot, with only its skeletal remains left behind.
In the young lady’s hands, a bright red core crystal as big an a baby’s fist flashed with an enchanting lustre. The corners of her lips lifting up, she then said: “Ha, got it.”