The black giant's body was covered in silt that devoured the Dragon Bone, and its trunk waved numerous tentacles that merged those broken pieces. The Power of the Evil God and the Death Bone Marrow Fluid eroded each other, and the final product was poured onto the Dragon Bone, which had fallen into the mire. Lyle leaned against the massive Dragon Corpse, his hands moving as if manipulating a shattered Rubik's cube, with both the fragments of the Giant Dragon's skull and his soul steeped in the Power of the Evil God.
"Lyle, you've broken the rules! You shouldn't act so recklessly!" Zhiyan had already rushed into the spreading silt, his legs wading through the black muck, a sense of irritation burning within him as if on fire, encroaching upon his spirit as he roared towards the kneeling giant.
In the face of such a petty point, Lyle didn't even turn his head to whisper, but the soul assault that invaded Zhiyan's mind was more like a suppressed roar.
