Chapter 1562

Demon King stared at them, looking through layer after layer of earth at them; those people, in his eyes, were all his prey. After merging with the Thousand-Foot Myriad Poison Dragon, he could devour them, these blood food, to replenish his strength.

This body is quite fragile; he can see that the Thousand-Foot Myriad Poison Dragon's physique has severe deficiencies, its body seized by the Dragonherd Second Elder's remnant soul. In their competition, the Thousand-Foot Myriad Poison Dragon's physique is indeed strong—it is the strongest physique he has ever seen, and also the most suitable for him.

If he merges with this body, his strength will leap forward; when he encounters a True Realm Strong One again, he will not be afraid, nor could he worry, and moreover he can use this to advance to the Dao Realm, pursuing ever higher realms.

"The demon soul is fragile; human remnant souls trying to seize a body—this is the Dragonherd clan's method. Indeed, they are trash. Since I've encountered them, I naturally must kill them." The Demon King muttered inwardly, hiding his killing intent, which must not be leaked.

Although outsiders cannot detect his presence, he still must be cautious; the opportunity is right before him, and he must not let it slip away.

"Whoosh."

The Demon King opened his mouth, and poison gas spewed from his abdomen; soon the underground space was suffused with poison gas, which he controlled to spread outward, while his body began to turn into a toad—the Venerable Toad's body, which he successfully smelted, becoming his body, which he now freely commands.

Over these years, he has remained here, not stepping outside even once; the outside is too dangerous, and he dare not venture out rashly, for if he encountered humans, it would be trouble.

The lumps on his back began to swell, expanding from fist-sized to skull-sized, and they kept swelling; upon reaching their limit, these bubbles burst, countless poison gases seeping into the space and flowing toward the ground.

Within that poison gas lay countless worm-like creatures, centipede-like worms; this poison gas was specially concocted by the Demon King, combining his own poison centipedes and the poison gas within the Venerable Toad's body, refined into this gas.

Just like the poison gas of the external Thousand-Foot Myriad Poison Dragon, the centipedes are indistinguishable; there is no way to tell them apart—this is the result he wanted, also his… plan, to mimic the Thousand-Foot Myriad Poison Dragon's poison gas so that those outside would think it was the dragon's doing, not his.

Naturally, they would not notice the presence of this single individual; moreover, his poison gas hovers above the Thousand-Foot Myriad Poison Dragon, seeping into the dragon's body and affecting the demon souls and human remnant souls within.

This move is indefensible.

"Amitabha."

"With this move, they have nowhere to flee."

The Demon King gave a cold laugh, lay prone on the ground, and continuously exhaled poison gas, which kept spreading outward.

Countless poison gases spread, seeped, and penetrated layer after layer of earth until they finally touched the Thousand-Foot Myriad Poison Dragon's body; at that moment, the dragon's body twitched slightly, a faint tremor that caused little disturbance, and those gases began to merge with his poison, gradually devouring those gases, consuming the poison centipedes within to replenish himself.

The nourished poison centipedes quickly began to swell and rapidly reproduce.

Then they began to seep outward bit by bit; although the flames were fierce, the poison centipedes were not afraid.

Instead, they passed through the flames and landed directly on a disciple's body, tearing a hole and entering his body; the disciple had not yet realized what had happened, merely feeling an itch, his attention still on the Thousand-Foot Myriad Poison Dragon, unaware of his own condition.

The flames continued to burn, yet the poison gas before them changed—it became unafraid of fire; no matter how much they intensified their efforts, they could not burn it away or suppress it; instead, the gas grew denser and more terrifying.

"What's going on with this poison gas? Why did it suddenly change?"

Mu Longjie frowned, sensing the change in the poison gas, and fixed his stare on it.

A nearby disciple's body twitched, then he suddenly collapsed.

"Bang."

His body hit the ground, making a sound; only then did those nearby notice the disciple's condition, hurriedly asking, "What's wrong with you?"

Someone reached out to touch him, and in the next moment his face turned grim.

"Ah."

An anguished cry rang out; his hand, having touched the fallen disciple's hand, began to turn black, and shortly thereafter his whole body followed suit.

That disciple staggered about, emitting a heart-rending wail.

"No, I don't want to die, Elder, save me."

He reached out, but received no help; instead, they withdrew.

Those nearby all stepped back, unwilling to provoke the poison gas or let the poison centipedes enter their bodies; they knew this disciple was doomed and could not be saved.

Once the poison gas enters the body, those poison centipedes swiftly devour the flesh.

"Damn it, when?" Mu Longjie frowned, then directly incinerated the two disciples' bodies with fire.

The flames incinerated the two disciples, but the poison gas did not dissipate; instead, it coalesced, gathering many poison centipedes into a single centipede the size of a skull, its fangs ferocious, its gaze icy, locked firmly on Mu Longjie.

"Buzz."

The poison centipede lunged at Mu Longjie to tear and bite, moving so fast it left only an afterimage.

Everyone immediately retreated, taking up battle stances; Mu Longjie waved his hand, shattering that poison centipede, which then scattered into countless poison centipedes spreading outward, targeting the other disciples and elders—from the start, the centipedes' target had been them, not Mu Longjie.

"Burn them to death."

"Hurry, don't let these poison centipedes get close."

At this moment, they had only one thought: they must absolutely not let these poison centipedes near themselves; as for the centipedes' changes, they had no time to consider them.

The crowd began to fight the poison centipedes; on the Thousand-Foot Myriad Poison Dragon's side, countless poison gases seeped into his body, and those poison centipedes tore through his flesh, beginning to occupy it.

Step by step, they seeped toward where the remnant souls and demon souls resided, attempting to devour their souls and kill them completely.

The Dragonherd Second Elder and the Thousand-Foot Myriad Poison Dragon both noticed these poison centipedes at the same time, each thinking it was the other's doing; the Dragonherd Second Elder believed it was the Thousand-Foot Myriad Poison Dragon's trump card, using these centipedes to devour him in order to kill this remnant soul of his.

"Hmph, Thousand-Foot Myriad Poison Dragon, everything you have is given by me; thinking you can kill me this way is naïve."

The Dragonherd Second Elder formed seals with both hands, suppressing the Thousand-Foot Myriad Poison Dragon's demon soul and those poison centipedes.

The Thousand-Foot Myriad Poison Dragon was suppressed, yet it struggled, continually roaring.

"Dragonherd, is this your method?"

"Hmph, I won't be fooled; this body is mine, you are mine too—I will devour you and gain freedom." The Thousand-Foot Myriad Poison Dragon and the Dragonherd each thought it was the other's trick, so neither would fall for it.

The poison centipedes were driven off in waves, but another wave kept appearing, endlessly generated.

The Thousand-Foot Myriad Poison Dragon's body is a vast nest; its flesh and blood breed poison centipedes, each time producing large numbers of them.