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He stood powerless as he watched the consolidation process conclude successfully.

These arms were enormous, each one stretching several meters, covered with twinkling spiritual runes. Just by observing, one could sense they held intense energy, capable of tearing the air and destroying anything obstructing their path.

Upon the completion of the arms composed of spell, Xu Mu’s eyes flared open, his fingers pointing forward. The three virtual spell arms, as if they had a life of their own, extended in the direction he pointed.

With focused gaze, Xu Mu controlled these illusionary spell arms, skillfully penetrating the backbone of the ground-cracking whale. The formations meant to seal energy appeared nonexistent before the spell arms.

Xu Mu casually yanked out one cluster of essence after another from within.

Xu Mu didn’t get greedy, and when he felt he had enough, he stopped. He put all the extracted essence into a bottle, planning to refine them at another chance.

“Boy, your talent qualifies you to be my Daoist companion! As long as you swear to set me free, I too can swear not to harm you!”

Recognising that his plan had failed, Lu Jingkong immediately switched tactics.

“Sorry! Your talent is not worthy to be my Daoist companion!”

“Bastard! One day, I’ll skin you alive!”

Amidst Lu Jingkong’s furious roar, Xu Mu left the small space.

“Huh? There are indeed those unafraid of death!”

Just as Xu Mu emerged from the small space, a plethora of mysterious runes materialized around him. Before he could react, they consolidated into chains of runes, instantly fastening him securely.

The power of the rune chains was astounding, beyond the struggling ability of someone at his Foundation Establishment Stage.

Looking at the dense chain around his body, Xu Mu remained indifferent without struggling, speaking casually, “I thought I’d told you not to bother me.”

“Boy, you still dare to talk tough at the brink of death!”

Figures sprang up from all around, twelve in all. Each person wielded a chain of rune.

All twelve were proficient cultivators at the Foundation Establishment Stage, with an aura radiating bone-chilling evilness, obviously, they were demonic Dao cultivators!

Speaking was a short, black-robed elder with late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivation. The strongest among the twelve.

His skin was black, face covered with deep wrinkles, looking like an aged tree beleaguered by the passage of time. His eyes were profound and eerie, as if they could penetrate into one’s soul.

The chillingly evil aura around him would make anyone shudder. Strange symbols embroidered his black robe. His hands were adorned with strange, glaring accessories, making him appear like an ancient tribal Shaman Wizard.

The old man’s strange eyes measured up and down Xu Mu’s body, filled with desire and greed.

The bodies of the Silver Shark Clan aren’t easy to find, huh!

“When I turn you into a refined corpse, let’s see if you still dare to talk tough! Hehe!”

The old man’s voice was gravelly and hoarse, sounding as if it came from hell, his laugh making one’s hair stand on end, like a call from death.

“You must be the Grand Elder of Iron Corpse Gang, that man who wouldn’t even spare his own granddaughter, aren’t you?” Xu Mu asked calmly.

“What if I am?!”

The old man’s eyes flickered, without denying anything.

Most people within the gang were aware of his hobby.

“Nothing much, I just didn’t expect you to look so disgusting.” Xu Mu ridiculed.

“Such a reckless fool! Attack!”

Without indulging in more unnecessary chatter with Xu Mu, the old man showed his rotten teeth in a sneer.

Hum!

All twelve simultaneously squeezed the Finger Jue, causing the rune chains to flash brightly, tightening more and more around Xu Mu as if intending to choke him alive.

“If you all insist on courting death, then I’ll oblige! Just perfect to try out the new skill I learned with you all!”