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Ling Cang sat cross-legged in the narrow rock crevice, surrounded by the residual energy left behind by the Abyssal Shadow Demon, which was slowly being absorbed by his Primordial Demon Heart.
With his eyes closed, he turned his focus inward. His Dantian had long since shattered, replaced by a pulsating Demon Heart.
"Power..." Ling Cang murmured as he slowly opened his eyes. A flash of dark red light flickered and then vanished, returning to a deep obsidian hue. He could clearly sense that, at this moment, in terms of pure energy, he was stronger than he had been before losing his cultivation! The power contained within the Primordial Demon Heart was vast enough to astonish him.
Yet this power was too wild, too primal, too chaotic. It was like an unparalleled weapon—immensely powerful but equally likely to harm its wielder.
Just a moment ago, the mere release of a gaze's pressure had nearly caused him to lose his composure.
No! He had to gain control over it! Otherwise, not only would revenge be impossible, but he might not even survive to escape the Abyss of Demon Suppression!
Steeling himself, he began to follow the foundational techniques recorded in the Primordial Demon Sutra, attempting to actively guide the Demonic Essence within him to circulate through his meridians.
The methods of the Demonic Scripture were starkly different from the Tian Yan Sword Technique he had practiced before; they were filled with aggression and destructiveness. As the Demonic Essence flowed through him, his meridian walls felt as though they were being scorched by fierce flames, bringing waves of sharp pain. Yet soon after, the unique vitality contained within the Demonic Essence would rapidly heal these wounds, making them more resilient and expansive.
This was an excruciating refining process, as if his body were being repeatedly forged like a weapon.
As the first cycle of circulation completed slowly, Ling Cang felt a slight increase in his control over the Demonic Essence within him. His body’s adaptability to Demonic Qi had also improved somewhat. More importantly, the restless will of the Primordial Demon Heart seemed to have been somewhat soothed by the operation of the technique.
It was working!
Ling Cang felt a surge of determination and suppressed his impatience. He focused deeply and repeatedly practiced the foundational methods of the Primordial Demon Sutra. He needed to quickly familiarize himself with this power and make it his own.
However, he forgot that the Abyss of Demon Suppression was never a place where one could cultivate in peace.
As he immersed himself in his training and the fluctuations of Demonic Essence within him gradually stabilized and strengthened...
A low growl filled with brutal intent echoed from afar, accompanied by a slight tremor in the ground!
Ling Cang's eyes flashed with a fierce light!
It's here!
He could feel the terrifying power and bloody Killing Intent contained within that aura, heavy as a mountain and suffocating!
Hiding? It's useless! The opponent was clearly coming for him!
Then... battle!
It was just right; he would use a true life-and-death struggle to test the power of the Primordial Demon Sutra and the Primordial Demon Heart! He would also use the flesh and blood of a strong enemy, along with its Magic Core, to nourish his newly reborn demonic body!
Ling Cang slowly stood up, stretching his somewhat stiff limbs and feeling the surging power within him. He stepped out of the narrow rock crevice and calmly stood on the relatively open ground outside, which was covered in rubble and mud.
The vibrations grew closer, and in the darkness, a massive, menacing silhouette slowly emerged.
It was a giant demonic creature over ten meters long, resembling a crocodile but covered in thick scales that looked like black iron, shimmering with a dark luster. Its enormous head was adorned with interlocking bone spikes, and within its murky vertical pupils burned flames of cruelty and greed.
Its limbs were powerful and robust, leaving deep claw marks on the ground with each crawl. A long tail, covered in bony joints, swayed behind it like a steel whip.
Abyssal Crocodile! A renowned powerful predator in the mid-level region of the Abyss of Demon Suppression, known for its astonishing defense, terrifying strength, and ambush capabilities!
"Roar!"
The Abyssal Crocodile clearly did not expect its "prey" to dare come out. It let out a menacing roar, opening its massive mouth filled with sharp teeth. A foul-smelling, highly corrosive Toxic Miasma spewed forth, enveloping Ling Cang!
"Hmph, mere tricks!"
Ling Cang's gaze was icy, unwavering and unflinching. With a thought, the Demonic Essence within him surged forth, instantly forming a layer of dark, flowing demonic patterns that enveloped him like a protective barrier.
"Demonic Shield!"
The Toxic Miasma crashed against the barrier, emitting a hissing sound of corrosion, yet it could not penetrate even an inch!
Seeing that the Toxic Miasma was ineffective, the massive Abyssal Crocodile suddenly sank its enormous body down. In the next moment, it surged upward like an arrow released from a bow, its colossal form charging with immense force as it opened its gaping maw wide and lunged ferociously at Ling Cang!
So fast!
Ling Cang's pupils constricted. As the Abyssal Crocodile moved, he too sprang into action!
His footwork was intricate and profound, narrowly evading the deadly bite of the Abyssal Crocodile. At the same time, he extended his fingers like a sword, concentrating a point of ultimate darkness at his fingertips before striking lightning-fast toward the relatively softer eye socket of the Abyssal Crocodile!
" Primordial Demon Finger!"
This was the most fundamental attack technique from the Primordial Demon Sutra, condensing Demonic Essence to strike down enemies.
With a muffled thud!
Ling Cang's finger pierced through the resilient flesh surrounding the Abyssal Crocodile's eye socket as if puncturing leather, leaving behind a small charred hole!
"Roar!!"
The Abyssal Crocodile let out an ear-splitting howl of pain, its massive tail sweeping across like a landslide!
Ling Cang had anticipated this move and retreated using its momentum. However, his heart sank. Although that strike had been impressive, it had not truly inflicted severe damage on the Abyssal Crocodile; its defenses were too strong! Moreover, the sudden burst of Demonic Essence had consumed far more energy than he had expected!
The Abyssal Crocodile was utterly enraged, its massive body thrashing and crashing against the ground, shattering the surrounding rocks! Its injured eyes were locked onto Ling Cang, filled with an overwhelming intent to kill!
"It seems I can no longer hold back..." Ling Cang's gaze sharpened.
He took a deep breath, no longer relying solely on the Demonic Essence within his meridians. Instead, he began to actively communicate with and draw upon the slowly pulsating Primordial Demon Heart in his chest!
As he did so, an even more violent power began to awaken! Ling Cang's hair stood on end without wind, Demonic Qi surged around him, and the dark red light in his eyes flared once more!
"Kill!"
He shouted softly, and his figure vanished from sight again!
No longer engaging in a head-on confrontation, he circled around the massive Abyssal Crocodile at high speed like a ghost. At the same time, his fingertips continuously struck out, unleashing condensed Primordial Demon Fingers like black lightning, relentlessly targeting the crocodile's eyes, mouth, nostrils, and the weak gaps in its scales!
The Abyssal Crocodile retaliated wildly, its massive jaws snapping, long tail sweeping across, even spewing corrosive magical energy beams from its mouth. Yet Ling Cang always managed to evade at the last moment; his battle experience and agility were showcased to their fullest in this moment.
However, Ling Cang also realized that every time he drew upon the power of the Demon Heart, he was struck by a brutal will for slaughter that impacted his mind. He had to divert a significant portion of his focus to suppress it; otherwise, he risked losing control entirely and becoming a mindless killer.
"I can't drag this out any longer! I must end this quickly!"
Ling Cang's eyes hardened as he seized an opportunity when the Abyssal Crocodile missed an attack and lunged forward!
He stopped using Primordial Demon Finger and instead forced the surging Demonic Essence within him and part of the power from the Demon Heart into his right palm! He could almost see the shadow of himself performing the Tian Yan Sword Sect's strongest move, Shattered Star Style. But now, that power was no longer brilliant starlight; it was... darkness that devoured everything!
"Annihilation: Soul Severing Slash!"
He shaped his palm into a blade and struck decisively towards the relatively vulnerable neck of the Abyssal Crocodile!
"Crack!"
A sound that sent chills through the teeth echoed!
The massive head of the Abyssal Crocodile was brutally severed, nearly cleaved in half by that strike! Its foul, black blood gushed forth like a fountain!
"Roar..."
The Abyssal Crocodile let out a final, unwilling wail as its colossal body crashed to the ground, completely devoid of life.
"Ha... Ha..."
Ling Cang knelt on one knee, gasping heavily, his face pale and his right hand trembling slightly. That last strike had nearly drained all the Demonic Essence from his body, and forcibly channeling the power of the Demon Heart made his head feel as if it were about to explode. A fierce desire for slaughter and destruction surged wildly within him, compelling him to fully operate the heart method of the Primordial Demon Sutra to calm himself.
After a long while, he managed to stand up with great effort, gazing at the enormous corpse of the Abyssal Crocodile before him.
Power... this is power! Strong, yet dangerous!
He stepped forward and skillfully dissected the Abyssal Crocodile's body, extracting a fist-sized dark brown Magic Core that radiated rich earth and dark energy fluctuations, along with some relatively valuable scales and tendons.
Without hesitation, he immediately sat cross-legged, grasping the still-warm Magic Core in his hands. He began to channel the Primordial Demon Sutra, absorbing its energy to replenish his own reserves.
The path of vengeance had only just begun.
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