Chapter 877: Using yin energy to level up?
Gritting his teeth, he immediately took out several high-grade beast cores, pressing them to his body as he circulated his energy absorption method. Pure mana from the beast cores poured into him in torrents, replenishing his essence even as it was being devoured by the flames.
At the same time, he kept the black flames flowing, filtering and weakening the Yin cave’s surging energy.
From behind, his gaze unconsciously shifted to the general, and what he saw made his scalp tingle. The man’s aura was changing—it was no longer the restrained, dignified calm from earlier. Instead, it was growing darker and heavier, with faint black lines appearing around his body.
These lines weren’t ordinary marks but shaped like chains, floating like illusory bindings that gave off a sense of oppressive suppression. They looked ancient and sinister, almost like seals that shouldn’t exist in the mortal world.
In the general’s palm, two black whirlpools had formed, spinning endlessly as they devoured the Yin energy pouring from the cave like rivers. Clusters of pure negative energy were being swallowed whole, flowing straight into his body without resistance.
Five minutes passed, and Max’s breath caught in his throat. On that jade-like face of the general—handsome to the point of being unnatural—there now appeared thin black lines shaped like blooming flowers or arcane runes.
They were no larger than a bead, but their existence radiated something strange and unsettling, like cursed brands etched into his very soul. Max felt a chill creep into his heart just looking at them, a primal instinct warning him that something about this general was deeply wrong.
Then came the sound.
"Boom!"
The Yin Cave trembled violently, the ground itself quaking as cracks spiderwebbed across the stone floor. The rocks jumped and shuddered with every pulse of energy, like the heartbeat of a monstrous beast awakening beneath them. Max’s face turned grave as he suddenly sensed that the Yin energy inside the cave was no longer flowing—it was surging, building, preparing to erupt with a power he had never felt before.
"Boy, quickly strengthen the power of the black flames!"
The general’s sharp voice snapped him out of his shock. Max’s expression twisted into a grimace. He was already draining himself to the limit, but there was no hesitation in his movements. He immediately unleashed the second level flame concept, flooding his black flames with more essence and intensifying their power until they roared like an infernal storm.
The Yin energy faltered for a moment under the intensified suppression, but it was clear this was only temporary.