The memory of the suffering brought by the gene seed and the toxic potion bath made by the old man is still fresh.
And Jiang Cheng's performance made the Overlord Sword immensely satisfied, but soon it realized something was amiss.
Where is the energy?
Where did the emotion energy born from the host's suffering go?
Originally immersed in pleasure, the Overlord Sword instantly panicked, the blood-colored pattern on the hilt twisting wildly, like a ravenous snake searching for prey.
But no matter how it tried to seize, it couldn't capture a single ounce of negative emotion energy.
"How is this possible?!"
The Overlord Sword was completely dumbfounded.
It watched Jiang Cheng convulsing all over, bleeding from his seven orifices, heard his heart-wrenching screams, and could even feel his muscles twitching from the excruciating pain.
Yet eerily there was no energy feedback.
