Chapter 164: Rage
His ten clones, taking advantage of the immobilization of the original, threw themselves on the back of the Evil Buddha like a pack of wolves on a wounded deer. They did not scratch this time, they bit. Using the Devourer Physique in its most raw form, the clones sank their teeth into the flesh of the entity, and they sucked its Qi directly from the source, without filter, without restraint.
"Gwaaaaaah!" the Evil Buddha let out an unspeakable cry of agony as he felt his essence of the Path of Humans and the Path of Asuras being literally pumped out of his body by these starving parasites.
One could see the entity’s muscles withering in places, its scarlet skin turning gray like that of a forgotten corpse. The golden blood stopped flowing, and it was replaced by black smoke of Yin Qi purified by BaiShe’s devouring hunger. The entity emptied itself of its substance, its tattoos extinguishing one by one.
"That’s it, give me everything," thought BaiShe, while his Omega Heart raced at a dangerous rhythm, transmuting the stolen power into a Primordial-rank energy that radiated from his body like a second sun.
The Evil Buddha, in a fit of desperate fury, triggered an explosion from his Dantian. This explosion projected a blinding shockwave that repelled the clones, sending them crashing to the ground like rag dolls, their broken bodies smoking in the lava. He freed himself from the original and staggered back several steps, his severed arm already regenerating in a whirlwind of black fire, although smaller than before and less firm.
"You are a monster... an abomination that devours its own world..." panted the Evil Buddha, his face now marked by the first traces of fear that he had not shown until then. His voice trembled, and his six arms hung limply at his sides.
BaiShe landed on a piece of floating rock, and he wiped the blood from his lips with the back of his clawed hand. His expression was that of a spoiled child who has just discovered a new toy, a mixture of wonder and cruelty.
"A monster? No, I am simply the variable that the Dao had not foreseen in your cycle of reincarnation," replied BaiShe in a calm voice. "Logic dictates that the strongest survives, and look at yourself. You are already decomposing under my influence. Your flesh is withering, your blood is drying up, and your fear is growing."
Simultaneously, the ten clones rose one by one, and they merged again with the original in a blinding light. This fusion increased BaiShe’s stature by several centimeters, and it made his aura even more suffocating than before. The skeletal hands emerging from the spatial rifts became thousands, then tens of thousands, forming a forest of emaciated limbs that extended all around the Evil Buddha without leaving any escape.
"I am far from finished with you, Buddha," added BaiShe as he raised his bone blade toward the purple sky streaked with black lightning. "I want to see every fiber of your Dantian liquefy in my veins. I want to feel your essence flow through my meridians. I want your death to be so slow that you can count every beat of your heart before extinction."