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Black Jack held the Devourer tighter and tighter.

No matter how hard the devouring beast slapped him with the tentacles of energy and materials, he gritted his teeth and did not let go.

Because of Black Jack's embrace, the devouring beast lost the agility to come and go as it pleased. Its tentacles and waves could not be expanded, and its fatal weakness was exposed.

"You don't know what's good for you. What are you doing?"

The Devourer was both shocked and infuriated. Its voice was full of disbelief as it roared at Black Jack, "Without my help, you would've still been a desperate, down-and-out mercenary. You wouldn't be where you are today. But now, after hearing this woman's flowery words, you are trying to betray me, you suicidal idiot!"

"I—I should never have been your slave. Where did the 'betrayal' come from?"