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Wu Youqing twirled a strand of hair in front of her with her finger, speaking softly.

Xue Jing nodded slightly, as if lost in thought, and said, "I understand, BOSS."

After hanging up the phone, Xue Jing's gaze shifted downward to the main body on the back of the monster.

A five-meter tall black candle burned with a green flame.

"Hard to capture alive, unable to communicate."

"It seems that the only option is to kill it."

Xue Jing muttered to himself.

Swirling his palm, he twirled the long spear in his hand into a spear glow. In an instant, Xue Jing transformed into a rainbow meteor and lunged towards the main body of the Parasitic Candle.

As if sensing what Xue Jing intended to do, the black candle suddenly burst into a frenzy of flames, frenetically burning.

The skin on its back began to change, protruding repeatedly and forming multiple wrinkled layers, similar to bark, that enveloped the black candle in a protective shell.

Xue Jing's expression remained unchanged; Red Gold Flame Thunder wrapped around the tip of the Night Ice spear, while Skin, Flesh, Tendons, Bones, and Blood all operated in unison.

Crafted for lethal impact, the Hidden Dragon Style Secret Technique·Eye-Pointing, now executed with the most suitable weapon, the long spear, was potent enough to pierce through fifty Zhou Yinglins.

With a dragon's roar, the Night Ice, carrying the Destruction Flame Thunder, transformed into a dark blue dragon-shaped spear glow wrapped in a reddish-gold brilliance, and stabbed toward the shell-protected main body of the black candle.

"Whoosh—"

The first layer, pierced effortlessly as if a hot knife through butter.

Then came the second layer, the third layer... nearly unobstructed, the dragon-head-shaped sharp spear glow was about to annihilate the monster from the Otherworld.

At that moment, suddenly, a piercing scream sounded.

"Omo—!!!"

In the midst of the scream, Xue Jing's expression changed. Instinctively, he sidestepped and quickly dodged.

The next moment, the sharp dark blue spear tip passed swiftly through the spot he had just vacated.

It turned out that the Night Ice in his hand had suddenly "betrayed" him, reversing the direction of the spearhead in a large U-turn and stabbing toward its master.

Xue Jing quickly retreated, furrowing his brows and extending his left hand to grasp the spearhead of the Night Ice. At that moment, it wriggled and struggled like a living snake, attempting to attack Xue Jing, who then firmly pinned it down with both hands.

"Omo—!!!"

Another shriek, and a 'Sss sss sss' sound immediately emanated from Xue Jing's body.

That was the continuous sound of sharp tools piercing flesh.

Thick, translucent blood oozed slowly from all over his body, dyeing his clothes blood-red.

At that moment, Xue Jing resembled someone who had inadvertently put on a porcupine shell inside out, with sharp spikes growing from the inside of his clothes, piercing into his flesh. More barbs continuously sprouted from the spikes, spreading within Xue Jing's body.

The extreme pain was unbearable for ordinary people, likely causing them to black out within seconds. However, for Xue Jing, who usually trained amidst such pain, it was nothing extraordinary.

His expression barely changed, only slightly frowning. He straightened the struggling Night Ice in his hands and, like throwing a javelin, forcefully threw it into the ground, burying it deep underground.

Next, with a fierce expression, he tugged at his clothes with his right hand, channeling his power, and gave a strong pull!

"Crack—!!"

Amid the horrific sound of flesh being torn, the flesh hooked by the barbs on Xue Jing's clothes was ripped off along with it, his body gruesomely mottled and bloody, with internal organs and bones visibly exposed at his chest.

The ripped clothes, with numerous sparkling chunks of flesh hung on densely packed, twisted barbs, still twitched, showing a strong vitality.

The Life Fire ignited, and the large amount of missing flesh on his body began to visibly wriggle and regenerate at a visible rate. Soon, Xue Jing, now completely bare, was restored to an unblemished state.

His body, sculpted as if by a divine hand, was exposed to the air. Xue Jing, expressionless, condensed a black airflow that transformed into a pitch-black flame, incinerating the mutated clothes in his hand to ashes.

He then flicked his wrist, and the Shadow Flame came to life as a Black Flame Coat, which he draped over his body.

His gaze moved downward to the Parasitic Candle, looking directly into the five eyes on the face of its host.

At that moment, those five eyes bore a look starkly different from the previous murky confusion. They seemed much more focused, conveying a sense of wisdom as if deep in thought.
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Xue Jing furrowed his brows slightly.

"Has someone else taken over the account?"

This clever use of ability, directly applied on the enemy's items to cause material mutations, was unlike anything described by Wu Youqing as intelligence-less creatures from the Olden Days.

If Xue Jing had been just a martial artist with limited methods, he would have suffered a significant setback decisive enough to determine the outcome.

Could it be that some being with advanced thinking capability had possessed this Parasitic Candle?

"Hey, you can communicate now, right?"

Xue Jing spoke in an even tone.

"..." The Parasitic Candle just stared at Xue Jing and didn't respond.

"Playing dead..."

Xue Jing slightly narrowed his eyes, his thoughts shifted, and numerous black streams converged, covering his body.

Before long, the Shadowflame Giant, clad in an elaborate full-cover armor, made a long-awaited return.

Taller than the host of the Parasitic Candle, the Shadowflame Giant raised its black long knife and ferociously chopped down, its immense size making the air tremble and roar.

"Boom—!!!"

In the earth-shaking tumult, the Parasitic Candle was smashed into the ground by the powerful strike, sending soil plates rippling outward like waves.

"Don't want to talk, then die."

Xue Jing crossed his arms and stood in the "cockpit" on the chest of the Shadowflame Giant, speaking indifferently from his elevated position.

His mind shifted again, and the giant began to simulate internal human-like changes.

Bones, blood, organs, muscles... While far from the intricacy of a real human body, it roughly mimicked the crude operation of Power.

Gugong gugong... Amid the loud sounds reminiscent of a large machine operating, the Hidden Dragon Flow Whirlwind Thunder was unleashed by the Shadowflame Giant, the black giant blade stirring up a huge spiral tornado and slicing horizontally towards the Parasitic Candle.

"Shiii—!!!"

Wild and fierce, the hundred-meter-long giant blade swung out far, directly slicing off the top of a small mountain thousands of meters away in the outskirts of South City.

The massive body of the Parasitic Candle was split in two, its upper half shooting into the sky.

Without hesitation, Xue Jing aimed at the Parasitic Candle's half-body in the air, the black long knife in the Shadowflame Giant's hands swiping down vertically.

"Boom—!!"

The protective shell guarding the core was immediately shattered by this unbelievably heavy strike, crushing the core inside and creating a thunderous noise.

"Successful elimination..."

"—as if!"

Xue Jing immediately switched his sharp gaze to the other half of the Parasitic Candle's body on the ground.

"You bastard, trying to trick me?"

Amid crackling electricity, the Destruction Red Gold Flame Thunder wrapped around the giant's black long knife, enchanting it and greatly enhancing its lethality.

"Eat this, Ascending Dragon Sword!"

The Shadowflame Giant swung backhand in a rising diagonal slice, chopping toward the half of the host body on the ground.

"Chiii—"

Smoothly bisected, a stark black candle clearly visible within the cut surface of its body—it was the core of the Parasitic Candle.

Xue Jing sneered.

"Ban didn't tell me you're definitely not dead until you were actually dead, playing a switcheroo with me?"

Another two slashes were delivered, forming a cross-chop that minced the black candle hidden within the lower half of the body.

Xue Jing himself leapt out from the cockpit, extending his hand toward the shredded core of the black candle.