"No, I really can't, please spare me."
"One more time, just one more, I'm not satisfied yet."
"Wuwu... I really can't take it anymore, if this continues, I'm afraid I'll be drained... Ah... Don't be rough, I'll give it to you, I'll give it all to you, come on..."
...
Similar dialogues have been echoing from the dense forest at the foot of the 108th Peak for several days.
The fourth general's weak pleas, his pained screams, and Ji Mo's cold, wicked threats, along with his unrestrained laughter, had scared away countless people.
It was too terrifying, truly too terrifying.
The fourth great general of the Underworld Clan, once a ruthless figure who killed without blinking, now found himself in such a predicament.
That "Needle Man" boss had a truly perverse taste!
To be able to lay hands on the fourth general in his pathetic state, and to continue for so many days, was he even human?
It was utterly insane and outrageous!
"When boys venture out, they must protect themselves, especially the ugly ones, they need to be extra careful."
Many male cultivators simultaneously had this thought, secretly raising their vigilance.
Those who were strangely shaped, ugly, and misshapen, wrapped themselves up tighter and tighter.
Even men with fairer skin deliberately tanned themselves, fearing Ji Mo's attention.
In the eyes of outsiders, Ji Mo had invisibly become a more terrifying existence than the devil.
Of course, Ji Hanhan was never the one with issues; it was these people with impure thoughts.
Within the forest, Ji Mo slowly opened his eyes, awakening from the illusion.
His face was filled with a smile, a look of lingering satisfaction, and he said, "Come, let's continue."
The fourth general beside him trembled in fear, begging in a tearful voice, "Mr. Ji, I really can't anymore. If this continues, I will die from exhaustion of my spiritual energy."
At this moment, the fourth general was emaciated, his face pale, with huge dark circles under his eyes, his eye sockets sunken, his eyes vacant, utterly ravaged beyond recognition.
He wanted to cry but had no tears, wishing he were dead.
What kind of days had these been? More unbearable than being in the eighteenth level of hell.
Ji Mo had forced him to repeatedly use his spiritual divine abilities, almost draining him dry.
If he refused, Ji Mo would stab him with that Soul Extinguishing Nail, his buttocks had developed eyes. If he complied, it was worse than death, the pain of spiritual exhaustion was simply unbearable.
The fourth general was on the verge of collapse. This bastard named Ji was more wicked than a demon, truly not human.
"A grown man, what's with all the crying? Your time is getting shorter, and the frequency is decreasing day by day. Are you still a man?"
Ji Mo reprimanded him with dissatisfaction, finding the fourth general utterly useless.
He was merely using the fourth general's soul attack to relive the moments spent with Sister Bao'er and the beautiful times of his childhood.
This was homesickness, a longing for home.
It was just that he had underestimated his own spiritual strength. Even with the fourth general's spiritual illusions, which could rival those of the Immortal God realm, they couldn't trap him for long.
This was even with him intentionally indulging. Otherwise, the fourth general probably wouldn't have been able to pull him into the spiritual world.
The fourth general felt incredibly wronged. This Ji fellow not only ravaged his will but also his dignity, which was unforgivable.
However, all resistance was futile, and he could only endure silently.
But he had secretly contacted other great generals of the Underworld Clan. It was likely that those few had already set out and would find a way to rescue him from this ordeal.
The Underworld Clan had almost been wiped out by the Great Immortal Kongxu back then. Over the years, these survivors had been biding their time, enduring hardships, and had secretly infiltrated many forces.
It could be said that while Blood State was ostensibly ruled by the Di family, Tianyu Lin, and the Long family, in reality, their Underworld Clan was the true master of Blood State, secretly possessing unimaginable power.
Before long, the fellow named Ji would regret provoking their Underworld Clan and die with his eyes wide open.
"Old Fourth, don't play any tricks on me. Repent and become a new person to have a way out."
Ji Mo sensed the fourth general's heavy thoughts and reminded him.
The fourth general quickly replied subserviently, "Mr. Ji, how dare I have any tricks? I had no choice before, but from now on, I will definitely be a good person."
Although he outwardly submitted and conceded, in his heart, he had already fantasized about killing Ji Mo a hundred times.
The Underworld Clan was born with death and slaughter as their companions. Forcing him to become a new person was simply wishful thinking.
Ji Mo nodded in satisfaction, then looked up at the sky.
Above the firmament, clouds swirled, and auspicious rays of light shone.
The violent spatial power had subsided considerably, and the entrance to the passage had become larger and more stable.
The true appearance of the 109th Peak was also becoming clearer, and it indeed bore a striking resemblance to Buzhou Mountain, as described in legends.
"Could it really be the legendary Buzhou Mountain?"
Ji Mo murmured, feeling quite emotional.
After all, this was a divine mountain of China, holding extraordinary significance.
From the system, he had learned quite a bit of inside information.
The ancient sages, in order to end the root of darkness, had fought bloody battles across the starry sky, taking away almost all the divine mountains and immortal peaks, emptying their coffers.
Blue Star had consequently withered, myths had disappeared, and it had fallen into an era of decline.
If the divine mountains and immortal secret realms scattered outside could be moved back, spiritual energy would surely recover, and Blue Star might once again become the center of the universe, regaining its former glory.
"I miss Sister Bao'er so much, I miss the orphanage. I wonder if I'll ever have a chance to go back and see them."
Ji Mo felt a pang of sadness. It had been over ten years since he had left his homeland.
Also, Tian Tu, traversing the starry sky, had likely already reached Blue Star. He wondered if that unreliable old rascal Li Er could protect his homeland; it was truly a cause for great concern.
Ji Mo had many worries and concerns, but he understood that the immediate priority was to become stronger as soon as possible.
Once his body completed its evolution and he successfully embarked on the path of cultivation, he should be able to take the initiative.
Outside the forest, more and more cultivators were gathering.
Everyone was waiting to enter the 109th Peak, eager to seize the opportunities and fortunes of the 109th Peak. All the prominent figures in Blood State and major powers had arrived.
There were even rumors that many powerful figures from the Nine Heavens Que had been alerted and would send envoys or disciples to descend.
Everyone was filled with anticipation, a grand feast was about to begin.
But some were secretly sneering; this was also an excellent opportunity for a harvest.
...
In a secluded valley, Ying Menglong's indignant voice could be heard.
"Seven Fiends Ghost Mother, I have always treated you well, yet you... you actually plotted against me..."
At this moment, Ying Menglong was weak all over, sweating profusely, her pale face showing a greenish hue, and dark purple blood flowing from the corners of her mouth.
She never expected that the Seven Fiends Ghost Mother, who had been loyal to her all these days, would secretly poison her, intending to take her life.
The Seven Fiends Ghost Mother sneered, "Miss Ying, don't blame me. It's simply that they offered too much. Your life is truly very valuable."
"Do you know I am Ying Long? Aren't you afraid of the consequences?"
"No, today, I shall slay a dragon!"