The Sorcery King let out a long howl, and Essence Qi surged from over his head.
He roared fiercely, "Yang Fei, I will definitely drain all your Essence Qi to feed my Heaven's Shikigami!"
He glanced at the corpse insects swirling in the air and suddenly burst into wild laughter.
"It's just as well that the disciples are dead."
"This way, my corpse insects can continue to evolve even further."
He took out a deep blue leather pouch and opened its mouth, chanting incessantly.
The leather pouch was black and embroidered with a sinister skull head, slightly tinged with green.
Upon closer inspection, the leather pouch was made from human skin.
The Sorcery King's abnormal tone formed a strange rhythm.
The swirling corpse insects in the air gradually gathered.
The insects eventually formed into a cluster and flew into his human-skin leather pouch.
The Sorcery King took one last look at the abandoned steel dumping ground, sneered, and disappeared among the white buildings.
