Chapter 1614: Special Talent

This fire was insidious and burned everything, but the gray robe didn't even dodge, letting the flames spray on its face.

When the Ghost Ape closed its mouth, the green fire extinguished at the same time, unable to burn the gray robe at all.

Having sprayed fire at the enemy twice tonight, it hadn't worked, and the Ghost Ape was so angry that it smashed with its stick.

Dong Rui's suspicions arose: there weren't many wood monsters that could avoid fire, especially the Ghost Ape's poisonous fire, which was the nemesis of wood plants.

Even stones would be burned and melted, so how could this gray robe just be smoked black?

The gray robe tried to capture Dong Rui several times, but was repelled by the Ghost Ape. The latter could transform a third hand to support Dong Rui hidden in its arms, still having two hands to hold the stick to fight the enemy.

This bat demon puppet's attack made Cao Wendao left and right, and in the midst of his busy schedule, he shook the pestle for subduing demons and roared: "Get back!"

The gray robe's figure fluctuated immediately, as if the reflection on the water surface was affected by ripples.

Dong Rui's eyes narrowed:

The shape of this thing wasn't fixed?

The surrounding scene changed, and the gray robe instantly returned to Cao Wendao's side.

Its speed could catch up to teleportation, faster than the bat demon puppet!

The bat demon puppet had suffered a loss under its hands and didn't want to touch its edge again, so it paused its attack.

But Dong Rui also keenly discovered that the gray robe didn't have the instinct to protect its master automatically. If Cao Wendao didn't command, it wouldn't go back.

Cao Wendao snorted: "Your few demon puppets are not my opponents. If you voluntarily admit defeat, I can spare your life."

The bat demon puppet wanted to sneak attack again, but seeing this, it was wary and stopped on a tree branch, lowering its head to lick the wound on its belly. The gray robe's previous strike had pierced its abdomen, fortunately not hurting its spine.

Dong Rui grinned and pointed at the gray robe: "I've recognized this thing, can you spare me? Aren't you afraid the news will leak to the Tiangong?"

The gray robe had the appearance of a Heavenly Demon, and Cao Wendao was unlikely to get approval from above. So, this thing was nine out of ten refined by Cao Wendao privately, and the Tiangong was kept in the dark.

Dong Rui understood as soon as he saw Cao Wendao that this person was definitely not a person who followed the rules.

So once Cao Wendao caught Dong Rui and asked for important information from his mouth, he would likely kill him without hesitation!

Cao Wendao's face didn't change: "As long as you tell me Xiao An's whereabouts, I will not only not kill you, but also promote you. I, Cao Wendao, keep my word! The existence of Ashmona, those above may not know."

Still needed Wei Yishan to worry for him? It turned out this gray robe puppet had a name, called Ashmona? Dong Rui felt a move in his heart, but his mouth said:

"Fine, you first let Ashmona spit out my things and return them to me!"

He stared straight at the pestle for subduing demons in Cao Wendao's hand.

Ever since the gray robe Ashmona appeared, Cao Wendao hadn't let go of this short pestle; Ashmona wasn't very obedient at first, but Cao Wendao shook this pestle, and it would be forced to submit.

Cao Wendao said casually to Ashmona: "Spit out what you just ate."

He knew the guy's temperament; things that could make it disobey its master's order to eat into its belly first must be extraordinary.

Ashmona shook its head violently.

This meaning was very clear: it wouldn't spit it out. Even if its master opened its mouth to request, it wouldn't give it.

Dong Rui said sarcastically: "Your demon puppet, it doesn't seem very obedient either."

In his view, demon puppets didn't have to be powerful, but they must be obedient.

Cao Wendao was angry, but it wasn't good to have an outburst right now. Finding a way to catch Dong Rui and leave here was the point. Since Qingyang sent a message to him, the people from Yongquan Villa might arrive soon.

He shook the pestle for subduing demons, and Ashmona disappeared from the spot.

It appeared again in front of the Ghost Ape, reaching out to grab Dong Rui.

Compared to before, its speed was actually a step faster, almost indistinguishable to the naked eye.

The Ghost Ape was startled, too late to lift the stick, and slapped it with a palm.

If it were hit by its palm as big as a cattail fan, Ashmona would likely be knocked back a yard.

However, it was prepared, and its figure flashed, and the Ghost Ape's palm missed.

"Too slow." Dong Rui received a mockery in his mind again.

Then, Ashmona appeared behind the Ghost Ape's head, stretched out its sharp claws, and stabbed straight at its back neck.

The Ghost Ape was a flesh-and-blood body. Once hit in a vital point, its strength would be greatly reduced.

However, just as its fingertips touched the Ghost Ape's fur, another monkey face suddenly emerged behind the Ghost Ape's head, opening its mouth full of sharp teeth.

Ashmona's strike just happened to send its fingers into its mouth.

With a "clack," the Ghost Ape bit off all four of Ashmona's fingers. A fourth hand stretched out from the Ghost Ape's back to grab its head!

Ashmona used its other hand to resist, its nails extending, passing through the hand armor gap, and stabbing into the Ghost Ape's back of the hand.

The Ghost Ape's fur was impenetrable, but Ashmona stabbed hard, still piercing a small hole.

Immediately after, with the bleeding point as the center, the Ghost Ape's back of the hand began to turn green and white, and spread toward the fingers and palm! "Roar?" It immediately noticed the front half of its palm was out of control, raised its hand to look, and the palm became hard, even every monkey hair was hard and brittle! Petrification technique.

The divine technique mastered by Ashmona could actually turn injured creatures into stone.

Dong Rui had witnessed the wood-transformation technique of the ferry ghost cubs, which could turn big living people into hard wood. But that effect was far inferior to the petrification of Ashmona.

One had to know that the Ghost Ape was also a demon puppet modified many times by divine blood, and itself had strong resistance to divine techniques.

There was no time to lose. Under Dong Rui's control, the Ghost Ape decisively raised its injured palm and smashed it hard against the ground—

With a "clang," the petrified part was smashed off on the spot.

Blood sprayed out, red.

But Dong Rui and the Ghost Ape were relieved. The amputation was timely, and the petrification poison didn't spread to the upper arm.

In the blink of an eye, the Ghost Ape cheered up and fought Ashmona for a few more rounds.

Fortunately, it had four hands. With one palm broken, it still had three hands to defend against the enemy.

Dong Rui grabbed a few jumping finger bones and examined them carefully. These were the fingers bitten off by the Ghost Ape from Ashmona's hand. Both sides exchanged injury for injury, not a loss.

These few finger bones still didn't have half a drop of blood, and the cross-section was uneven, looking more like they were broken off than bitten off.

In the dim light, the cross-section was white, and there was even a little faint reflection.

Was it quartz or mica? Dong Rui put it under his nose to smell, and even licked it.

"Mud, but with the smell of solidified divine blood, and it's evenly distributed!" He applied some fresh blood to the finger bones, and as a result, it was absorbed in less than two seconds.

Dong Rui patted the Ghost Ape: "The cactus fruit you ate still has some left, right? Feed me."

"..."

While fighting a strong enemy like Ashmona, and still having to satisfy the master's unreasonable request, the Ghost Ape was also quite helpless. It reached into its robe in its spare time, grabbed a small fruit, and stuffed it into its master's mouth.

The cactus fruit was slightly larger than a plum, and the ripeness was just right. Dong Rui bit it open, spraying red all over his mouth.

Its juice was as red as blood.

Dong Rui sipped the fruit juice and sprayed it on the finger bones.

This thing was instantly dyed red.

Dong Rui let go, and the finger bones struggled out of his palm, flying back to find Ashmona.

In just a few breaths, Ashmona's fingers had grown on their own. And after these few finger bones flew back, they merged into its body again.

Not long after, there were more red spots on Ashmona's arms and neck.

Those were dyed red by the cactus fruit juice, originally finger bones, but now they became a part of the body. What Dong Rui wanted to observe was this.

This should be Ashmona's own special talent, not Cao Wendao's design. After the body fragments flew back, they weren't simple splicing, but instant scattering and re-integration, filling the parts that needed them most.

What kind of living thing would have this characteristic? No, it should be said, normal creatures don't possess this ability.

Dong Rui's mind raced.

At this time, the Ghost Ape's broken palm also began to heal, the speed not catching up to Ashmona, but it was visible to the naked eye.

Once it grew back, it could beat the opponent's two fists with four hands again.

Ashmona and the Ghost Ape started a war, and the bat demon puppet went to find Cao Wendao's trouble again. It had to be said that Cao Wendao's own cultivation was much higher than Dong Rui's, and with the few demon puppets returning from the jungle, he fought with color for a while.

But Cao Wendao's forehead was also sweating, and his face and nasal breath were becoming more and more heavy.

Since the battle began, he had been carrying an invisible but heavy burden:

Manipulating so many demon puppets to fight at the same time, even he felt strenuous.

The more demon puppets sent out and the stronger the combat power, the greater the energy consumed. That Skin-Turning Blenny was fine, but Ashmona was simply a rebellious son. Just distracting to control it took away seventy percent of Cao Wendao's focus.

At the same time, he had to fight the bat demon puppet himself.

He hadn't had such a high-intensity battle for a long time.

On this point, Dong Rui was much more relaxed than him.

Human energy is limited, and the number of demon puppets a Demon Puppeteer can drive at the same time is not infinite. This is a common sense that Demon Puppeteers know well, so Dong Rui adheres to the principle of "valuing quality over quantity," and the demon puppets released in each battle rarely exceed four, but each one is high-quality... except for that egg!

Ah ah ah, his egg! Damn it!

Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth again, and as a result, accidentally affected the wound, which was extremely painful:

"Hiss—this pestle for subduing demons is neither gold nor iron, it seems to be bone? Hmm, divine bone! Divine bone that hasn't been well preserved."

Such a big pestle was shaking in front of him, naturally he would take two more glances, and then he discovered that although the surface of the treasure pestle was very smooth and radiated a bit of bronze luster, he could still find that this wasn't metal after careful discrimination.

Cao Wendao looked at him unexpectedly.

This guy knew quite a lot. Yes, if you can't get divine blood and divine bone, what kind of wild Demon Puppeteer are you?

Thinking of this, he was also a bit itchy. Although he was doing publicly funded research, the supply of precious divine blood was always insufficient, and sometimes research progress would stop because of this. If he could extract more sources of divine blood from Wei Yishan, that would be a huge harvest! ===== CHAPTER 1615 =====

Thinking of this, he felt a bit itchy. Although he was researching on public funds, the supply of such precious divine blood was always insufficient, and sometimes his research progress would stall because of it. If he could wheedle more sources of divine blood out of Wei Yishan, that would be a huge harvest!