The Almighty Dragon General novel Chapter 6559

Suddenly, a furious roar sounded from behind the evil living being, but it sounded weak.

Hetsema, who was sitting in a lotus position, spread his arms. Dozens of amethyst-red figured shadows appeared and turned into terrifying heads.

Then, an eerie scene appeared. The dozens of heads began to absorb the living beings.

In the next second, the living beings cried painfully and begged for mercy. The scene was horrifying.

Before an hour had passed, the dozens of heads had consumed all of the living beings at the peak of Yuraeceon Daelm Rank's Ninth Tribulation.

Nonetheless, the cries and roars of the living beings still echoed in the place. It was creepy.

Following the flash of the amethyst-red light, bodies, and limbs grew from the dozens of heads. They looked exactly like Hetsema. It was just that they were bloody and evil.

In the next second, Hetsema spread his arms again. The dozens of evil bodies that looked like him integrated with his main self.

Suddenly, terrifying and bloody amethyst-red light erupted from his body. His hair also turned red.

Hetsema clicked his tongue. With an evil smile, he said, “I have finally reached the Level Two Demonic Body. Next, it’s your turn.”

Then, he stood up with a cunning smile. Slowly, he turned around and entered a cave. With a snap of his fingers, the darkness in the cave was replaced with the light from countless energy balls.

When Hetsema heard that, his expression changed. He turned around but didn’t see any living being enter the cave.

“Did I mishear it?” Hetsema frowned. “This is the Demonic Formation. Even Tai Chi can’t notice this place, let alone the living beings of the Genesis World.”

Then, he pulled Truett’s hair and smirked. “Uncle Truett, I have already reached the Level Two Demonic Body. Your Tirta Power should belong to me now. I’ve taken care of you for so long because I want it. I’m sure you will help me as you’re an elder and because of the relationship between you and my father.”

Truett narrowed his eyes, his hair messy. Then, he suddenly spat at Hetsema’s face.

“You have a death wish.” Hetsema punched Truett’s face. At once, blood filled the latter’s mouth again.