Meiji sighed, regretting for the first time provoking Shi Yan, believing all her current troubles stemmed from her own greed.

If she hadn't provoked Shi Yan, she wouldn't have offended the Dragon Lizard Ancestor on Dragon Lizard Star, nor the Xuan Tian Clan's Tu Shiqi couple; she wouldn't have been forced to ally with Singh, nor been struck by Shi Yan's World-Within-a-World attack, which in turn provoked her furious retaliation, chasing her until exhaustion, all the way to this Skull Island of the Bone Clan...

Everything was self-inflicted. Now, cornered by Shi Yan, she faced a tragic end. Meiji was filled with utter regret.

Suddenly, a pair of somewhat rough hands pressed down onto her exposed back...

The hand was surprisingly warm. The instant it rested on her beautiful back, no fatal surge of power erupted, causing a flicker of emotion within Meiji before she suddenly realized the situation. Biting her lip, she suppressed her voice to a barely audible whisper: "Thief! You truly are brazenly audacious; even when death looms, you still seize the chance to take liberties with me?"

She assumed Shi Yan was trying to take advantage of her helplessness.

"Take liberties with you?" Shi Yan's voice behind her was frigid. "I have no leisure for that! I only ask you one thing: If I rescue you, how will we settle matters between us?"

"Rescue me?" Meiji thought she was hearing a fine joke before death. "On your meager strength? To purge the Corpse Poison from my body and help me break free from this python's constriction? Do you think your cultivation has reached the Domain Ancestor realm? You overestimate yourself!"

In Meiji's view, unless one reached the Domain Ancestor realm, there was no hope of extricating her from her current predicament!

The evil profound truths of the Devourer Clan were always peculiar, and Corpse Force particularly insidious and bizarre. For someone slowly eroded by Corpse Poison to recover quickly was almost as difficult as ascending to heaven.

Shi Yan was merely a martial artist at the mere Immortal First Heaven realm, one she had watched break through recently. What capability did he possess to liberate her from the grip of the Corpse Poison?

It was truly a colossal jest!

"Neither of us has much time. I ask again: If I can extricate you, how do we resolve the issue between us? Consider your answer carefully. If your reply displeases me, you will lose your only chance at survival." Shi Yan's tone behind her was cold and merciless, yet every word carried undeniable force!

Though Meiji found the situation laughable and considered the youth behind her utterly ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth, she casually replied: "If you can help me break this deadlock, I will willingly debase myself and serve you devotedly once! Women of my Shadow Race are the fantasy of all men. I guarantee you pleasures beyond measure!"

"I have never been interested in women who prostitute themselves to everyone," Shi Yan snorted coldly. "However, your attitude is somewhat satisfactory..."

"Who are you calling one who prostitutes herself to everyone?!" Meiji’s charming features froze over with frost. Trembling with rage, she spoke chillingly: "Although women of my Shadow Race are innately skilled in Soul Charming Arts, every one of us is chaste. If I could move, I would slice off your tongue first!"

"You've fallen to this state and still cling to your airs. You are an unreasonable woman," Shi Yan sneered.

The next moment, Meiji’s heart lurched violently. She felt those rough hands move from her spine, wandering down to her exposed waist and hips. And they kept sliding lower...

"You, what are you doing?" she hissed through clenched teeth.

"What are you afraid of?" Shi Yan’s voice behind her was laced with mockery. "You chased me for so long, so desperately hungry. Since you claim to be chaste, I’ll just check. If it’s true, I’ll give you face and quench the thirst of you, you resentful woman..."

"You dare!" Meiji’s bright eyes trembled, suddenly filled with fear and unease.

Her true cultivation lay in the Profound Truth of Ice Cold. The Soul Charming Art was merely an innate talent of the Shadow Race women. Looking at the profound truths she chose, it was clear the real her was definitely not the kind to wallow in depravity.

For women of the Shadow Race, the Charming Art was merely a tool, a means to end others' lives! It was not meant for genuinely pleasing men, and even if it were, it would only be for those 'gentlemen' who faithfully served the Shadow Race, or for the life-mates arranged by the clan.

Truly profound and highly accomplished women of the Shadow Race would never be sacrificed this way; they belonged to no man. They were the ace cards of the clan, vipers capable of inciting cosmic shifts, and they maintained their purity.

Meiji was precisely this kind of woman!

Shi Yan’s hand caressed her back and hips, and as the silk robe slipped, the movement shifted toward the crease of her thigh, filling her with extreme terror and surging, violent anger.

Unable to turn, she naturally could not see the extremely grim expression on Shi Yan’s face. Far from having any trace of lust, his gaze was heavy with concentration, and beads of sweat were faintly forming on his forehead.

One of his hands slowly settled beneath her, lingering at her most private area. Just as Meiji trembled, preparing to muster the last sliver of strength to resist in fury, a miniature black hole suddenly appeared in the palm of Shi Yan’s hand. The black hole spun rapidly, emitting an extremely bizarre suction force!

Meiji’s tender spot suddenly felt a surge of warmth, and a pulling sensation shot through her body like an electric current. The Corpse Poison inside her was suddenly drawn out, surging violently toward her lower body.

She involuntarily felt the urge to urinate, and unable to suppress it, a gushing stream flowed immediately.

All the Corpse Poison in her body mixed with the urine and rapidly flowed out through her private parts in a supremely humiliating manner, soaking into Shi Yan’s palm. The urine streamed through the gaps in his fingers, but the wisps of Corpse Poison were devoured by the black hole in his palm.

Even the python coiled around Meiji’s exquisite form withered like a dying flower, becoming strangely shriveled. From the thickness of an arm, it shrank to the thickness of a finger, and it continued to shrink rapidly, as if its life essence and the energy sustaining it had been instantaneously extracted and swallowed.

Meiji’s stiff, numb body miraculously began to recover due to the loss of bladder control. Seeing the python rapidly shrink, Meiji felt a mixture of humiliation and utter bewilderment; she could not fathom how Shi Yan had drawn out the Corpse Poison.

—And by such a perverse method!

She could never have guessed that the Devouring Profound Truth, lost even within the Devourer Clan, was operating in the palm pressed against her intimate place.

The Devourer Clan’s primary focus was the Devouring Profound Truth, the supreme and ultimate primary profound truth. The Eight Great Evil Forces were constrained by it, and any energy formed by the Eight Great Evil Forces could be swallowed by the Devouring Profound Truth—Corpse Poison, Corrosion Taint, Death Power, even Dark Energy could all be incorporated.

This was also why, after every act of devouring, Shi Yan could use the mark on his forehead to transfer excess energy to those cultivating the Eight Great Evil Forces.

"Sizzle!"

The python suddenly vanished completely. A rope woven from the white hair of corpses fell to the ground. Lacking supportive energy, this secret treasure dropped away from Meiji.

Meiji instantly regained movement.

Her delicate body trembled. Her satin skirt was soaked, and her lower half was a damp mess. She lowered her head and immediately saw the hand still resting where her beautiful legs converged. An indescribable shame and bitter anger flushed her face, making her wish she could bite her tongue and end it all right there.

All her lifetime of glorious reputation, her pride over all competitors, all her glory and accolades were about to be incinerated by this disgrace.

Being forced to lose control of her bladder was a blow as devastating as a severe physical injury, filling her with bitter sorrow and resentment that had nowhere to vent.

"Looks like you’ve recovered,"

Before her emotions could erupt like a volcano, Shi Yan shrewdly withdrew his hand, suddenly pushing himself far back. When she turned to face him, she saw Shi Yan shaking his left hand, flicking off droplets of water.

Those droplets shimmered brilliantly, as if mocking her recent pathetic state, driving her closer to madness.

Shi Yan flicked the urine off his hand, displaying a look of revulsion on his face in front of Meiji, even wiping that hand a few times on the fabric of his own waist.

He then resumed his composed demeanor as if nothing had happened, saying lightly: "If those two Devourer Clan old monsters don't die, we are all done for. Although your divine power is weakened now, you are still at the peak of the Immortal realm. Hmm, I shouldn't have to teach you what to do, right?"

Meiji instantly understood.

Shi Yan freeing her shackles meant he expected her to fight desperately against the two Devourer Clan elders, to use her remaining strength to secure his chance of survival.

Realizing this, Meiji’s hatred gnawed at her. As for the method Shi Yan used to siphon her Corpse Poison, she didn't care to dwell on it for the moment, trembling with rage: "I only have one-tenth of my divine power left. Are you planning for me to sacrifice my Soul Altar to help you escape this perilous situation?"

Shi Yan shrugged. "You wouldn't ask me to walk over there and court death, would you? Even if I went, I couldn't turn the tide. You still have some use, more or less."

His true intention was indeed to have Meiji perish along with the two Devourer Clan members. He had observed for a long time and discerned Meiji’s deep-seated resistance to becoming a Corpse Slave, as well as her desire for death in her moment of despair.

Since you wish to die anyway, if you can drag one Devourer Clan elder down with you, wouldn't that be putting you to good use?

—Towards this woman who wholeheartedly intended to refine his soul to break through to the Domain Ancestor realm, Shi Yan felt not a trace of pity. Everything he did was solely to reverse the current situation!

"Crack! Crack!"

At that moment, another Bone Dragon shattered into fragments. One of the two Devourer Clan elders was applying soul pressure onto the giant palm pattern being formed in the sky, while the other held a white eyeball, condensing power to severely wound the little skeleton's body.

Suddenly, Bastos’s eyes twitched. He abruptly turned his head to look over here.

He finally sensed that something was wrong!

Shi Yan pointed to the white hair rope beneath Meiji’s feet. "Once that thing is injected with Corpse Force again, it can transform back into a python, just as terrifying and formidable."

"Damn it! Why didn't you say so sooner!" Meiji’s expression changed drastically. She condensed the divine power within her body and formed layers of ice shards above the rope, stabbing downward. The white rope made a crisp cracking sound, but it refused to break.

However, Bastos violently shook, his face suddenly turning ashen white.

"That is his life-bound supreme treasure!" Shi Yan roared. Without hesitation, his Blood Sword flared open, and a hundred-meter crimson light split down, cleaving the white rope.

The white rope, woven and refined from the white hair of the corpses of myriad clan members, was finally severed into two pieces by the full force of the Blood Sword’s strike.

"Puff!"

Bastos couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, his vital essence and spirit instantly waning by a fraction. He suddenly shrieked hysterically and charged forward in a frenzy.

He temporarily abandoned the little skeleton.

... (To be continued) RQ