Chapter 101 Sensory Deprivation <TOC> Chapter 103 Divine Land
Translator: SumTLMan
Li Mu, holding the Blade of Annihilation, felt a surge of emotion within him. Tippolava Momo’s ability was too bizarre; he could manipulate Pilate’s perception almost at will.
There wasn’t much of a qualitative gap between Pilate’s raw strength and his own, yet he was being toyed with.
“Now, it’s time to deal with you, you beast.”
Tippolava Momo approached Aernir, who had all five senses blocked by him and was now trapped like a turtle in a jar.
Aernir let out a low growl, its muscles bulging, and the fur on its neck exploded, making it appear even larger.
It sensed a lethal threat from Tippolava Momo.
In the next moment, an unparalleled, blazing pale fire gushed from Aernir’s mouth.
The flame stream was incredibly fast, like a fiery arrow, reaching Tippolava Momo’s face in the blink of an eye.
The intense heat of the Great Extinction Flame obliterated everything in its path, even causing the nearby soil to glow red-hot.
Li Mu stared at the scorching flame stream, feeling as if his eyes would be charred.
Purple psychic energy transformed into a jagged giant claw, grasping the surging flame stream.
The pure destructive power of the Great Extinction Flame was far stronger than the Desolate Wind. The giant claw quickly disintegrated and peeled away under the impact and burning of the fire.
But the time was enough for Tippolava Momo to create some distance. He leaped away from his original position, and the Great Extinction Flame blasted directly into the ground, leaving a bottomless pit.
A large amount of rock and soil was decomposed into atomic states by the Great Extinction Flame.
The psychic energy surrounding Tippolava Momo expanded and contracted like a living creature. Suddenly, several thick, meter-wide tentacles surged out and shot toward Aernir.
Aernir was enormous but unexpectedly agile. With a twist, it leaped directly into the air, hundreds of meters high, avoiding the grasping tentacles.
“Boom!”
It landed on all fours, fur rolling, and the fierce impact caused the ground to tremble.
Aernir opened its mouth, full of tentacles, preparing to spew out the devastating Great Extinction Flame again.
Suddenly, the ground trembled violently beneath it, and two sharp, hook-like claws with jagged skin burst out from underground, tightly gripping its waist.
The hooks penetrated deep into its fur.
Aernir struggled intensely, feeling somewhat puzzled. It had just leaped several hundred meters away. If the two hooked claws had extended from underground, they shouldn’t have been able to catch up with it.
It released a fierce surge of psychic energy, washing over its nervous system.
As expected, the two hooked claws quickly vanished into thin air, and even the upturned ground returned to its original state.
However, Tippolava Momo’s tentacles had already taken advantage of the opportunity and firmly entangled Aernir.
Each tentacle exerted a force of tens of tons on Aernir’s body.
The intense force made Aernir let out a mournful howl, its ribs and spine creaking. It braced its limbs to resist, opened its mouth wide, and spewed a torrent of intense Great Extinction Flame, scorching the tentacles.
Li Mu quietly observed that, besides Tippolava Momo’s terrifying psychic abilities, its other powers were only average at the third energy level. Its physical constitution was mediocre, and it likely ranked at the bottom of the third energy level.
He knew he couldn’t maintain a cooperative relationship with Tippolava Momo forever, and they might become enemies at any time.
However, given Tippolava Momo’s cautious nature, it would never reveal all its cards.
Tippolava Momo conjured a tentacle with a massive hooked bone blade, which, despite the intense Great Extinction Flame, hooked Aernir’s abdomen and tore a long, narrow gash in its soft belly.
The tentacles immediately reached into the gash, not giving Aernir the chance to heal the wound.
With a heart-wrenching howl, Aernir’s internal organs were ripped out. No matter how tough its skin and fur were, its insides remained soft.
Its organs didn’t appear bloody but rather resembled a type of mineral, emitting a faint glow. Transparent tubes crisscrossed the surface, and a viscous liquid dripped out slowly.
These were psychic energy organs transformed after reaching the third energy level.
Even with its body hollowed out, Aernir didn’t die immediately and continued to struggle desperately. However, the tentacles quickly extended from its mouth, and with the hooked bone blade, its head was twisted off.
Viscous fluorescent liquid spewed from the wound.
Even with only its head remaining, Aernir didn’t die instantly. It randomly spewed the Great Extinction Flame, incinerating everything around it.
As its psychic energy faded, its skull was no longer as tough as before and was easily pierced by the hooked bone blade.
Tippolava Momo approached and pressed its mouth against Aernir’s forehead, greedily sucking in large mouthfuls.
Even then, Aernir hadn’t died completely. Its amber eyes blinked rapidly, revealing an expression of pain.
The sensation of having one’s soul extracted from their essence was extremely painful, far beyond the physical torment it had experienced.
As for third-level awakened individuals, the majority of their source essence had already been converted into psychic energy. Tippolava Momo could only extract the source essence, which was difficult even for itself to utilize, by completely shattering their souls.
Moreover, the extracted source essence might not necessarily be more abundant than that of fourth-level awakened individuals. Hence, most divers preferred to hunt fourth-level and lower prey, as well as ordinary people without awakened psychic abilities.
Tippolava Momo took a deep breath and sighed with satisfaction.
“Indeed, the source essence extracted from living souls is the most delicious. It’s a pity that the souls of those below the third level of awakening are too weak to endure my absorption while alive.”
At this point, Pilate’s psychic energy was nearly exhausted due to his frantic slashing.
During the pursuit of Li Mei and her companion, he had already consumed a significant amount of psychic energy, and now he was nearly depleted.
As Tippolava Momo prepared to interrogate him, Li Mu suddenly spoke up.
“We can spare his life for now.”
“Why?”
Tippolava Momo twisted its head 180 degrees and looked at Li Mu with a dangerous gaze.
“Tell me your thoughts.”
Li Mu held his blade and said:
“The Soul Cult is too powerful. It would be difficult for us divers to sabotage their plans even if we know what they are.
Currently, there are three main forces in Avonigda City: the Soul Cult, the Governor, and the Shen Family. The Shen Family is confirmed to be enemies with the Soul Cult, but the Governor’s attitude is very ambiguous and appears to be neutral.
So, how about letting the Governor’s son die at the hands of a Soul Cult bishop? Barberos, as you are now trusted by Rajaral Santanu as an assassin, I believe it wouldn’t be difficult for you to create such an opportunity.”
Chapter 101 Sensory Deprivation <TOC> Chapter 103 Divine Land