Dancing in the Palm of His Hand

Xu Qing walked into the house.

That cultivator from the Bizarre Fiend Race was lying there with his limbs spread out. All the flesh in his body was gone. Other than his intact head, there was only a skeleton left.

However, he wasn't dead yet. A red light swam on his bones, supporting his life.

Clearly, Chen Feiyuan had a special method that let him vent his anger while keeping the bizarre fiend alive. When Xu Qing walked over, the cultivator from the Bizarre Fiend Race opened his eyes and looked at Xu Qing listlessly.

Xu Qing lifted his hand and pressed down on the other party's forehead. Golden Crow Refines All Life instantly started absorbing. As the other party's head trembled, more origin power was absorbed and fused into Xu Qing's body.

At the next instant, the bizarre fiend cultivator died.