“Cough, cough... It's truly difficult to grab a hand.”
Mok Gyeong-un, his mouth covered in blood, muttered with a bitter smile. In that instant, Mok Gyeong-un had considered countless options on how to make contact with this being called a spirit beast.
‘How can I get close?’
The beast saw him absorbing its energy. Perhaps that was why it tried to control and attack him from a distance using its demonic energy. In such a situation, how could he possibly get near it?
The beast was highly suspicious; unless he was on the verge of death, it would never approach...
‘Ah!’
The method he came up with out of desperation was this very one.
‘I’m lucky.’
This method was a gamble with his life. The beast considered him a mere insect, but also the key to its escape. That was why he was certain it would try to keep him alive, no matter what.
And that certainty paid off.
Whoosh!
An unimaginable amount of demonic energy was sucked through his palm by the Binding technique. It was incomparable to that of a lesser beast or a fierce Beast. Its density and sheer volume were beyond imagination.
It was hard to believe that this was its weakened state after being sealed for thousands of years. If so, just how powerful was it at its peak?
Hah!