Amon’s body kept shuddering, and his face contorted in agony. It appeared as though he was suffering excruciating pain.
“You Demonic Cultivators should also get a taste of what it feels like to have your energy and powers drained out of you…”
At that moment, the expression on Jared’s face was cold and cruel. Soon, Amon’s body started shrinking and shriveling until all that was left was a tiny heap of skin and bones on the ground.
After witnessing Amon’s gruesome death, the remaining three men fell into stunned silence. They had always relied on absorbing the essence of others to increase their strength, but it never crossed their minds that the day would come when they would have their powers drained from them.
Jared flicked his finger lightly, and a ball of blue flame fell onto Amon’s corpse, swiftly burning it to nothing.
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