Time is running out, Jory must strengthen himself as soon as possible, whether it is his combat strength or financial background, it is his goal that needs to be improved in a short period of time.

In almost a month, Gulenhar's auction house will be opened, and then Lear will be displayed on the counter as goods, Jory can't tolerate his indifference, he has been isolated by the indifference and sinister around him when he comes to this world, it is rare to have a friend who can be called a comrade-in-arms, if he watches him live worse than death, Jori, who is in the semi-demon stage, will not be able to grasp the development trend of the blackening of the soul because of his indifference?

He is already a half-demon of the sin of greed, he is not afraid that he will be more greedy, so he will not only be greedy but also indifferent and ruthless, what is the difference between that and a scumbag, this kind of person is what Jory himself looks down on, how can he allow himself to become like that.

The change and direction of the soul is not that you can illogically strengthen your heart by saying "I'm fine" and "I'm great" to yourself like the protagonist in a Japanese anime, everything is based on your own actions and your own choices.

Jory's choice, no matter whether he can save Lear at that time or not, he has to do it, choose to save Lear with practical actions, instead of saying to himself in his heart, "Even if I watch my friends die, I won't become scum".

But if he wants to save Lear, the current level of the half-demon star is not enough, he has to awaken the power of dominance to a more mature level in the half-demon stage, so the soul of the monster is essential!

The liger, Jory returned to their territory, no longer approaching the water source where the liger lived, but hiding farther away, waiting for the liger to pass by.

Strong, territorial-minded creatures like this have the pride of their territory owners, so they don't come out in groups to feed.

It's just that I don't know if it's because of the delay too much, or if there is a change in the dead wood forest inhabited by the lion and tiger beasts.

In the area of the dead woods, there are signs of other people being infested, and such an unfavorable situation makes Dejori's heart sink a little, and when he kills the liger beast and absorbs the soul, he will be in trouble.

The spirit of the song of the movement is dotted...... It was Jory who gave it the name.

I don't know why the singer followed Jory, but he finally calmed down the singer, who would sing the sound of death at any moment. The name of the song was fortunately not provoked to cry, and at this time, the spirit of the song was holding the magic energy pointing wheel that was larger than himself, and played with the pointer happily. Jory crouched beside him, occasionally looking at the dots of the magic fingerwheel, and more often paying attention to the movements nearby.

There had been several travelers who had passed under his nose, or travelers who had traveled alone, and then, as time went on, the number of these outsiders gradually increased to groups of three or five.

If this continues, there will be more and more strangers in this dead wood, making it difficult for Jory to hunt the spirits of the liger, and he knows that he cannot delay any longer.

What's more unfortunate is that because of the spirit of the song, Jory's curse-like armed "scream" was overtaken by its heavenly sound, which put Jory in an extremely embarrassing situation, and he didn't even have a weapon to take advantage of, and when he went to fight the liger beast later, it was a little dangerous.

With a silver-plated dinner knife in his left hand and a piece of black bread in his right hand, Jory smiled bitterly and glanced at his rudimentary equipment, which was a liger waiting to come out to feed.

Thankfully, God didn't keep Jory on his back, and after he had been waiting for a long time, a hungry liger finally came into Jory's field of vision, and the liger was looking around and pacing for the trail of its prey.

Glancing in the direction the liger was traveling, Jorihi hid back behind the tree, took a deep breath, and followed the liger lightly.

It is really not an easy task to tail a liger with a sharp beast instinct, and Jory's tail skill can only be said to be half-hanging, but when the liger looked once, Jory was swept by its afterglow before he had time to hide, and the liger immediately turned around, and even saved the roar, and rushed towards Jory with all his might.

Such a strong liger beast is two points bigger than the lion prototype that Jory has seen, and its killing power and bite force iron man can't bear it, if there is a firepower firearm, it's good to say, now Jory only has two incompetent melee weapons, and he has to fight hard with the claws and fangs of the liger.

If only there was a "scream", why did this unlucky singer override his curse armament, damn it......

"Drink!"

Jori, who was covered in green muscles and bulging, and there seemed to be stout earthworms squirming under his skin, looked at the pounced liger beast, and his nerves tensed to the limit. The liger's gaping jaw bit down on Jori, and before it could get close, a rotting stench spewed onto Jori's face.

Jory's stomach was churning and he almost vomited, but he took a step back, picked up the black bread in his right hand, and mustered up all the strength to pick it up, regardless of the target.

With a crisp sound, a broken tooth jumped out of the liger's bloody mouth. The liger howled in pain and spat out its blood-stained broken teeth, and the liger suddenly inhaled a breath, opened its bloody mouth and let out a sonorous roar, and the roar at close range suddenly made Jory's mind go blank.

The liger slapped its furious claws at Jory, who retook his own behavioral consciousness with a physical conditioned reflex, and suddenly fell to the ground, narrowly avoiding being slapped by the liger, but not avoiding its claws and little fingers, and a sharp nail left a bloody scratch on Jory's back.

Dodging a slap, Jory got close to the liger without saying a word, and bit on it without thinking, and sucked a mouthful of fishy blood into his mouth violently with all his strength, enduring nausea.

"Whoa!"

The liger rolled wildly in pain, and opened its mouth to bite Jori next to its mouth, but it couldn't reach Jory because of the angle of the liger's bloody mouth, and it was useless to swing its claws at Jori.

After a few breaths, the liger struggled a lot weaker due to excessive blood loss. Blood is the source of strength for living beings, not only delivering nutrients and energy to all parts of the body, but also an important source of energy to ensure sufficient energy.

When the blood of the living body loses one-tenth of it, there will not be much abnormality, only the injured limb part will have blood loss, and there will be temporary weakness.

When one-fifth of the blood is lost, the organism will feel the loss of strength.

And now, one-third of the liger's blood has been bitten by Jory's neck and sucked into its stomach like tap water.

In other words, it's dead, and it's only a matter of time before it breathes.

The strength of the liger's struggle and breathing became weaker and weaker, but on the contrary, Jori, who had inhaled a lot of blood, was scratched and bruised by the liger when he struggled, but he recovered quickly.

Jori's mouth was full of blood, his eyes were fierce, and he didn't let go of his mouth until the liger no longer moved, and he seemed to have the momentum to suck the blood out of the liger's whole body.

With such a large body, the liger beast weighs half an adult with blood in its body alone, and it is really hard to say how much blood volume it has. Three minutes passed, and Jory felt that he could continue to suck out blood, and he didn't let go, for fear that the liger beast would play dead and wait for him to let go, and he would die if he fought back against Jory once he was dying.

Five minutes passed, and the blood that could be sucked into Jory's mouth became less and less, from the speed of blood flow in a large gulp to a few mouthfuls of inhaled a small trace of blood, Jory slowly realized that this liger beast was really dead.

Another minute passed, and just as Jory was about to let go, the already dry sucking sensation suddenly came out of his mouth, and this roar actually went straight into Jory's mouth.

I thought that the blood in the body of the liger was exhausted, but at the last moment, something unknown poured out of the liger's wound!

The crimson soul light suddenly drifted away from the liger's corpse, and all of them poured into Jori's body.

After all the red souls left the ligermon's corpse, the ligermon's sturdy body actually crumbled in a gust of wind, scattering into ashes like fragile dust.

At this time, in Jori's soul contract, his personal information quietly changed.

"The current core talent, the power of domination."

"The current dominant force has the number of souls, 2."

"The current power of domination can drive the soul, the blue soul 'the power of the dead', the red soul 'lion roar'."