Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

For a moment, the dragoness' dragon breath, the sword aura of the captain of the maids, the curse of the witch, the hymn of the elves… All kinds of magical attacks turned into colorful flames and condensed into a destructive torrent that smashed at the Devourer.

The Devourer was like a reflection in water that had been hit by countless giant rocks. The ripples turned into enormous tides and tore it apart. Every tentacle was cramping, and it was not until a long time later that they were condensed again.

"Ah!"

Feeling excruciating pain and humiliation, the Devourer roared, "How dare you be so presumptuous in front of the Lord Devourer? You are all going to die! Today, you are all going to die!"

Its tentacles expanded and extended rapidly. Although they were made of pure energy, there would still be burn marks or even electric shocks when they whipped and tied up the girls.

It was especially so for Natasha, the captain of the mercenary group. Her giant sword was like an extra-large lightning rod that attracted the attack of countless tentacles of energy. Thousands of electric arcs flowed into the handle of the sword through the body of the sword and tied up her arms and her chest, almost tearing the flesh on her arms apart. Her chest was pierced through by the electric arcs, too.

Natasha vomited blood and fell out.

"Sister Natasha!"

The girls were greatly shocked. They hurried to help, but their continuous attacks were immediately interrupted.

The Devourer grinned hideously and extended its tentacles, trying to control the girls again.

Although the girls were clear-headed and wouldn't become its puppets again, the overwhelming mental waves still caused serious interference to their brains.

The girls, including Hela, all felt an earsplitting buzz in their ears, as if somebody had stabbed thousands of burning iron needles into their brain. They were cramping in pain, and there was no time for them to concentrate and concentrate their attacks.

The devouring beast, on the other hand, was more and more adapted to the attacks of the pure energy entities. The phantom dispersed and dispersed, dodging the magical attacks that the girls had worked so hard to trigger. The long whips of energy surrounded by electric arcs and burning flames slapped them away one by one.

"This guy… is too strong!"

Theresa felt her scalp tingle.

It was not until the furious Devourer revealed its true capability that she realized how terrifying the 'Lord Devourer' was.

However, since the battle had reached this point, there was no reason for them to stop. Gritting her teeth, Theresa managed to stand up with a broken spear despite the excruciating pain in her chest.

However, before she reached the devouring beast, a thin, hunched man blocked her way.

It was Black Jack!

"Black Jack, what are you doing?" Theresa was greatly surprised.

Right now, since Black Jack had just gotten rid of the shackles of the devouring beast, both his body and his soul were extremely weak, as if his marrow had been squeezed dry. He was soaked in cold sweat and could barely stand on his feet. What else could he do?

Black Jack turned around and smiled at Tressa in a confident and brilliant way.

Theresa seemed to know him. She had seen such a smile on the faces of countless fearless warriors.

"Black Jack, don't be silly. You are definitely no match for it!" Terrified, Theresa hurried to grab Black Jack's shoulder, only to be dodged by him.

"Thank you, Miss Theresa."

Taking a deep breath, Black Jack narrowed his eyes in ecstasy and smiled. "Now I know what it feels like to be a real man. Even one second is better than being a puppet of the Devourer for the rest of my life!"

Having said that, he lowered his head and charged at the Devourer.

The Devourer was on a killing spree. All its attention was focused on the experts such as Hela. In the form of pure energy, it was trying to unleash 100% of its brutal and brutal strength. Therefore, it was too exhausted to notice that Black Jack was drawing close to it.

When it shot its lightning-like tentacles at another witch, Black Jack suddenly roared and jumped up from its back, opening its arms and hugging her.

An unbelievable scene took place.

Since Black Jack and the Devourer had been melded for many years, there was a mysterious spiritual link between them.

Just now, it was Black Jack who had driven the Devourer out of his brain.

The Devourer didn't cut off the mental link between itself and Black Jack—it simply didn't care about this drained puppet.

Therefore, when Black Jack opened his brain again and reactivated the mental link, the Devourer was sucked back into his body, or rather, sealed inside his body!

The Devourer, who had just gained the upper hand and was about to go on a killing spree, did not expect that Black Jack would play such a trick.

Although it wanted a puppet on the material level, it also knew that Black Jack had developed a strong resistance and hostility towards it. Such a puppet would only seriously weaken its strength. It was better to be in a pure energy state where it could come and go as it pleased!

Therefore, Black Jack tried his best to attract it, while the devouring beast tried its best to pull it back. The two parties were entangled and wrestling with each other, turning into a half-material, half-energy monster.

Enhanced by part of the devouring beast's strength, Black Jack regained part of his handsome appearance. However, because of the struggling of the devouring beast, his face and his body were riddled with cracks, as if they had been torn apart by an invisible mincer.

The tentacles on the material level filled and expanded again. However, under the control of Black Jack's immense willpower, they pierced into his chest brutally, trying to nail the Devourer into his body like nails.

The Devourer roared desperately, trying to get away from the 'lunatic' Black Jack. But in the state of pure energy, it was like a piece of elastic rubber that would bounce back no matter how far it flew.

It was angry. It roared. It waved its tentacles of energy, ignited the raging flames, and smashed the lightning at Black Jack.

The blood spurting out of Black Jack's eyes, ears, nose, and mouth had all been burnt up. He was about to spurt out the flames from the depths of his soul. Suffering from the excruciating pain, he put on the most brilliant smile and shouted to his sisters in the harem, "Teresa, Hela, Natasha, Summer! Hurry, I can't hold it any longer. Attack us while it is occupied by me and destroy me together with it!"

"What?"

All the sisters of the harem were dumbfounded.

The Devourer was in disbelief, too. It struggled harder and harder, trying to run away.

Black Jack, on the other hand, exerted the strength of the deepest part of his soul and held back the excruciating pain, while he struggled to breathe and said, "I'm sorry. I know I was a jerk and did a lot of… bad things to you. Come on. Kill us. This is my ultimate salvation!"