Lei Luo's Nascent Soul struggled desperately between the fingers, emitting a soul-shattering scream: "Sect Leader, spare me! I'm the direct descendant of the Thunder Element—"
Lei Wuji, however, paid no heed, the corners of his rotten mouth twisting into a bizarre arc.
The blood-red mouth slowly opened, the corpse's breath rolling in his throat, eroding the Spiritual Light of the Nascent Soul inch by inch.
As the Adam's apple moved with a gulp, he swallowed the living Nascent Soul whole.
He contentedly licked the remnants of the Nascent Soul's Spiritual Light from his lips, while at the same time a line of murky blood tears flowed from his intact left eye.
But it soon regained its clarity.
"Since I've decided to achieve greatness, one must... be willing to sacrifice..."
A hoarse voice squeezed out from deep within his throat, and Lei Wuji slowly closed his eyes.
"The taste... is still lacking a bit; it's time to try... the Divinity Transformation Realm..."
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