"Screchhhh…!"
"Bang!"
"Damn it… stupid idiot, give me your tear already. Do you really want to die?"
Mo Zhiran cursed as he once again unleashed his Heaven Devouring Flame along with the Oblivion Flame of the Shadow Dragon.
The terrifying reddish-black fire engulfed the massive figure before him, burning the enormous body of the Ancient Demonic Blood Spider until it convulsed violently, its shrieks echoing through the cave.
"Siwhs!"
Just as the flame was about to devour it completely, Mo Zhiran abruptly withdrew the fire.
In the next instant, a different flame replaced it, gentle and warm, like a mother's cradle.
The violent destruction transformed into soothing restoration.
Within moments, the Ancient Demonic Blood Spider's charred body began to recover. Its cracked carapace sealed itself, scorched flesh regenerated, and its aura stabilized.
It was far from dead, yet utterly traumatized.
"Once more!"
