Gritting his teeth, he immediately took out several high-grade beast cores, pressing them to his body as he circulated his energy absorption method. Pure mana from the beast cores poured into him in torrents, replenishing his essence even as it was being devoured by the flames.
At the same time, he kept the black flames flowing, filtering and weakening the Yin cave's surging energy.
From behind, his gaze unconsciously shifted to the general, and what he saw made his scalp tingle. The man's aura was changing—it was no longer the restrained, dignified calm from earlier. Instead, it was growing darker and heavier, with faint black lines appearing around his body.
These lines weren't ordinary marks but shaped like chains, floating like illusory bindings that gave off a sense of oppressive suppression. They looked ancient and sinister, almost like seals that shouldn't exist in the mortal world.
