The hollow pupils were illuminated by the nothingness of the Flame Light.

It was as if, just as one swung up a blade and kicked open the door of an enemy's house to seek vengeance,

Behind that door in the hall, amidst the boundless inferno of Hell's Fierce Flames, countless faces of suffering, malice, and despair turned their gaze outward.

Holy shit...

Sorry for the intrusion.

Fuck this, I'm out!

The terrified residual spirit violently disturbed the air, and in an instant, it wanted to flee, but before it could escape, it was grabbed by a tattoo-covered hand.

Impossible, unable to break free?!

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" Seeing his prey about to escape, Ji Jue roared with fury, "Get back here!"

This was pure spiritual material!

With a display of Non-attack spiritual operation, he grasped the pure Spiritual Residue Soul, followed by rising extraction, forcibly compressed it, and directly rolled it into the size of a pellet between his hands, then loaded it into his pistol and decisively pulled the trigger at the little Centaur!

The bullet, heavy with vengeful and Fierce spiritual particles, entered the little Centaur's body, and within seconds, it was digested by the even more starving and ferocious Dragon Blood, replenishing the consumption and filling the void, even sealing the cracks on the arms!

Ji Jue's eyes lit up at the sight.

Who would have thought such refreshments would come knocking?

Thanks for the rocket, brother!

Alas, the spiritual content of the Residual Soul was still too small, and even as Ji Jue frantically yanked, scratched, and released his own Spiritual Fluctuation to attract more Residual Souls, it was still not enough.

That was until a maimed corpse staggered by, under the parasitism of a multitude of residual spirits, passing through the corridor.

And locked eyes with Ji Jue for a moment.

Then, it saw Ji Jue's warm and enthusiastic smile.

"You're already here, what's the rush to leave?"

The hand of Non-attack reached out, mercilessly grabbed the zombie's head, and then, with a violent inhalation—the pitiful screams and cries converged into a mass of spiritual energy, which actually condensed into a solid form.

Ji Jue channeled it all into the body of the little Centaur.

With such an abundant supply of spiritual energy, the boiling Dragon Blood rose in temperature once again, the little Centaur let out an exhilarated neigh, becoming even more violent, and fire almost burst from the cracks in its joints.

Tangled tightly with the Centaur, withstanding the blows, it seemed to be growing stronger...

Unfortunately, even the residual spirits knew when to pick their battles, and sensing the strange changes occurring here, the vast majority began to detour around him.

No matter how much Ji Jue released his own spiritual energy, it was in vain.

Ji Jue watched with urgent frustration, almost ready to beat his chest in despair—damn it, the fish weren't biting anymore!

Surely he wouldn't be forced to find something to bait the trap, would he?

Wait a minute...

In that flash of Spirit Light, Ji Jue froze for a moment, then slowly turned his head.

He looked to his side.

At the blond kid lying on the ground, wiping away cold sweat.

The blond kid, perplexed, instinctively offered a conciliatory smile.

And so, Ji Jue smiled as well.

Soon, the blond kid's screams once again echoed throughout the villa...Amidst crying and frantic running, a long trail of residual spirits followed closely, forming a lengthy train.

In the end, they were twisted into a ball in Ji Jue's hands and stuffed into the little Centaur's mouth.

Turning into an even more violent engine blaze!

Amidst the Centaur's roars, Ji Jue showed no sign of relaxation; instead, his expression gradually grew solemn.

Little An hadn't provided support in a long time.

As if he had vanished into the distant darkness...

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