Having the genes of a demon king, I never intended to be a kept man.

Chapter 1206 Absorbing Vicious Energy

"boom--!"

Three powerful auras pierced the dark giant umbrella mushroom forest like sharp swords.

Ye Ge, Ye Bing, and Ao Sheng, each leading several elite subordinates, swiftly traversed this strange and eerie forest of giant mushrooms.

The enormous, umbrella-shaped caps layered upon each other, obscuring the sky and shutting out the ominous glow of the blood moon, casting only scattered, dim patches of light through the gaps.

However, even with this natural barrier, Ao Sheng's powerful perception could still clearly detect that the blood-red light of the Moon Eye Illusion seemed to bring a special kind of energy radiation! The air was filled with the aftershocks of that omnipresent, unsettling illusionary power, only its intensity had been greatly weakened.

Therefore, this place will inevitably be covered by Qiongqi's spiritual power sooner or later...

Ye Bing nimbly swept past a giant fungus stalk, glancing sideways at Ye Ge, who was keeping pace with her: "The territory of the Evil Netherworld is so vast, what method do you plan to use to find the caster?"

Night Song did not answer.

While maintaining his high-speed movement, he quickly formed a complex cross mudra with his hands in front of his chest.

In an instant, surging black mist erupted from him like a burst dam!

The fog was thick as ink, rolling and spreading, instantly covering a large area, and the air was filled with the sharp, piercing, and heart-stopping cawing of countless crows!

Immediately afterwards, accompanied by a shower of black feathers falling from the sky, tens of thousands of blood-eyed crows, like nightmares awakening from the abyss, swarmed out from the churning black mist!

Crimson eyes shone like countless glittering red stars in the dim forest, the rustling of raven feathers mingling with their shrill cries. The eyes of these crows burned with a crimson light identical to that of the White Blood Spirit, coalescing into a black tide that blotted out the sky, circling closely and following Night Song's figure!

Ye Bing and Ao Sheng were both startled.

Ye Ge raised his hand, clenched his fist tightly, and then released it.

Upon receiving the command, the massive flock of crows let out an even more rousing cry, and then, like exploding black fireworks, they scattered in all directions, transforming into countless swift black streaks of light that shot out of the forest and into the Netherworld.

"I never expected that Duke Nightsong, besides having unfathomable spiritual power, would also possess a level of magic depth and purity that far surpasses many ancient dark races, as a demonized mutant. He was able to summon and simultaneously control such a large number of demonic spirit pet clones."

Ao Sheng's crimson dragon eyes gleamed with a probing light, and his words carried undisguised amazement and a hint of profound meaning.

"..."

Ye Ge's heart stirred.

Gee...

Unexpectedly, with just one move, the Eastern Dragon King had already keenly sensed that the nature of his magic was extraordinary...

That makes sense, after all, he is one of the five strongest beings among all races today.

“King Ao Shenglong is joking.”

Ye Ge smiled nonchalantly: "I just took some potions to increase the strength and purity of my magic beforehand."

Ao Shenglong raised an eyebrow slightly: "Oh? Is that so?"

Night Song: "Yes."

Ao Sheng: "I heard that you once saved my daughter Ao Xin from danger, and I haven't had a chance to formally thank you for that yet."

Ye Ge smiled modestly: "Princess Ao Xin is my senior sister. It is only right that I help her. Your Majesty the Dragon King need not take it to heart."

Ye Bing, who was listening to their conversation, said with a stern face, "Have you two finished chatting? Why are you still being so polite at a time like this?"

Night Song: "..."

Ye Bing looked at him and asked, "Do you have any way to find where Yue You is?"

"Of course, don't worry."

As Ye Ge spoke, she closed her eyes again, pressing two fingers together against her brow.

Om-!

Consciousness instantly sank into the vast sea of ​​the mind.

In his perception, the scene seen by tens of thousands of crows lit up simultaneously like countless surveillance screens, a massive influx of visual information that was then methodically processed and integrated by his powerful mental strength...

......

Meanwhile, in an unnamed city in the Netherworld.

The city has been transformed into a desolate, blood-red inferno.

Blood flowed like rivers and corpses littered the streets and among the ruins!

Tens of thousands of evil Netherworld warriors, whose bloodlust was aroused and who were driven and controlled, almost killed each other to death under the influence of illusion!

The last surviving general of the Evil Nether Clan dragged his mangled body through the city like a walking corpse, his eyes vacant and lifeless. He carried a bone knife in one hand, but his other arm was missing.

After a fierce battle, the fighting spirit that had been ignited within him was completely exhausted. At this moment, he seemed to have fallen into an empty sage mode, looking like a lifeless shell.

Two figures appeared silently in front of him.

It was the chairman and Carl.

Strands of dark red aura, barely perceptible to the naked eye, were being drawn from the ravaged chest of the evil Netherworld general, as if drawn by some unseen force, and flowed into the mouth of the ghostly Qiongqi, a figure behind the chairman that was faintly visible and exuded a primordial ferocity.

It was an intense killing intent, a violent aura, and all sorts of distorted negative emotions.

When the last trace of negative emotion was completely swallowed up, the last faint light in the eyes of the evil Netherworld general was also completely extinguished, leaving him as nothing more than an empty shell.

The chairman raised his hand expressionlessly and gave a gentle push. The body fell straight backward, crashing into the blood and grime, lifeless.

Karl's gaze swept across the dead city, where he saw that the corpses of countless evil Netherworld warriors were all emanating a similar dark red aura, like rivers flowing into the sea, being greedily absorbed by the ghost god Qiongqi.

For ferocious beasts that feed on negative energy, the carnage and despair that permeated the entire battlefield was undoubtedly the most sumptuous feast.

“So, the reason you summoned Qiongqi at this time and used illusion magic to cover the battlefield was not only to kill those powerful beings of all races, but also to absorb this massive amount of malevolent energy,” Karl said. “In this way, the power of the ghost god Qiongqi can be further restored.”

"Helping Qiongqi regain its strength is certainly one of our goals," the chairman said. "However, these two things are not the most important."

Carl asked curiously, "Oh?"

The chairman did not continue speaking, but said instead, "After this chaotic battle in the Netherworld, the power of Qiongqi Ghost God should be able to recover to about 30%."

Karl smiled slightly: "With 30% of its power, Qiongqi should be unstoppable on the map of all races in this era."