Forced to Be a Villain: Starting With My Brain Extraction System Chapter 152: Blood Mother’s Tear! (2)

"Screeeeech...!"

"Boom!"

"Damn it... you dumb fool, hand over your tear right now. Do you truly wish to perish?"

With a curse, Mo Zhiran unleashed the Heaven Devouring Flame anew, merged with the Oblivion Flame of the Shadow Dragon.

The horrifying reddish-black blaze consumed the colossal shape ahead, searing the immense frame of the Ancient Demonic Blood Spider until it thrashed in agony, its wails reverberating inside the cavern.

"Siwhs!"

Right before the inferno could fully devour it, Mo Zhiran suddenly pulled back the flames.

Instantly, another fire took over, soft and comforting, akin to a nurturing embrace.

The savage annihilation shifted into tender mending.

In mere seconds, the Ancient Demonic Blood Spider’s burnt form started healing. Its fractured shell mended, burned tissue regrew, and its energy steadied.

Far from slain, but completely shattered in spirit.

"Again!"

Mo Zhiran’s bellow caused the demonic spider to shudder, primal dread flooding its bloodshot gaze.

Agony, horror, and bewilderment swirled as it gazed upon the man in front of it.

This person appeared far more fiendish than itself.

He scorched it. Then mended it.

Repeatedly.

How often now?

It had lost count.

"S-senior... the secret realm is about to seal shut. Do we keep going?"

Lian Yue timidly spoke up at last, worn out from channeling the Phoenix Flame to mend this arachnid.

Never had she imagined that, post-bloodline awakening, her initial task would aid the senior in this bizarre ritual.

She remained clueless about the tear the senior sought relentlessly. Yet after nearly a full day of this ordeal without success, it felt pointless.

Why squander more effort?

"Absolutely, we press on. I’ll char it so relentlessly it forgets if it lives or dies."

Mo Zhiran grew fiercely annoyed, grinding his teeth as he loosed his blaze, incinerating hordes of spiders swarming their spot.

His might proved unstoppable, even against the Queen at Peak Late Foundation Realm.

Having claimed the Dragon Essence and reached Foundation Realm’s pinnacle, he dominated unchallenged.

"Srchhh...."

Witnessing his fury, the Queen Mother quaked in terror, desperate to burrow deeper into its lairs. But trapped in a bind, escape eluded it.

Truthfully, it cowered.

"Senior... perhaps our timing was off. After all this, it hasn’t yielded what you seek. Maybe... it lacks it?"

Lian Yue noted the dread in the spider’s eyes and felt a twinge of pity.

Zhiran pushed too far. Torturing a beast this way was unheard of for her.

Such a mighty entity cornered, trembling uncontrollably. No one outside would credit it, yet she witnessed it firsthand.

"No. Per my intel, Blood Mother’s Tear emerges from an Ancient Demonic Blood Spider only under severe wounds or brood-shedding."

"Yet I’ve wounded this wretched thing beyond measure, and it won’t yield."

Zhiran glared murderously at the demonic spider, prompting a feeble cry. Its survival sense screamed of the lethal threat this human posed.

Sadly, lacking Gold Core Realm power, it grasped no human speech. Else, it might bellow in outrage.

After all, it was just a blood-miasma mutated demonic spider, not the ancient breed Xueyin described.

Regrettably, Zhiran couldn’t learn this, with Xueyin comatose.

Exit time loomed, forcing his withdrawal.

Zhiran sighed, accepting he might leave empty-handed today.

As Lian Yue noted, this spider held no prize. He’d scoured every secret realm crevice.

Beyond it, no other beast remotely fit for Blood Mother’s Tear existed.

Grinding his teeth in frustration, Zhiran abruptly faced Lian Yue.

"Hey, little girl. Once we exit this secret realm, tap your network and procure a soul-restoring treasure for me. Got it?"

His command stunned Lian Yue.

"Huh? Soul-restoring treasure? Why me...?"

"Fine. No more wasting time or strength here."

Zhiran dismissed Lian Yue’s shock, intoning coldly and gravely,

"We’ll finish it off for good, then part ways."

With those words, he summoned his flame once more, laced with lethal intent.

No survival for this beast now. It had cost him dearly in time.

"Srchh...."

Sensing doom, the Demonic Spider Queen wailed sharply, rallying her offspring as shields.

Alas, those weaker spiders stood no chance against Zhiran’s blaze, failing to protect her.

Helpless, she watched the roaring black fire close in on her vast form, set to reduce it to ash.

"Srcccchhhhh...."

As death loomed truly for the Queen, a thunderous screech boomed through the cave, jarring Zhiran and Lian Yue’s ears.

Briefly, they suspected a new formidable foe. Zhiran even retracted his flame, probing with divine sense.

No potent beast nearby had registered before. Still, this cry outpowered the Queen’s.

"Sense anything?"

Yet his sharp scan revealed no superior foe.

Merely weak demonic spiders assaulted his fiery barrier per the Queen’s command.

"No... nothing powerful around."

Lian Yue answered gravely. Tension spiked; an unseen powerhouse had lurked undetected.

They hadn’t anticipated such a hidden expert.

"Alright, we slay this one and bolt from here."

Decisive as ever, Zhiran refused to dawdle if his Spiritual Field missed a threat.

"Screeehhhh...."

He resolved swiftly to strike when the screech rang again, now perilously near.

"There..."

Alert fully, Lian Yue and Zhiran pinpointed the origin via divine sense at the sound.

"This..."

Shock deepened their silence.

"Is it... this one?"

Lian Yue rubbed her eyes, finger jabbing disbelievingly at the palm-sized blood-red spider.

Barely hand-sized, its plump soft body bore eight vivid crimson orbs, unnaturally pure for this savage lair.

All along, that Queen-rivaling roar came from this Early Foundation Realm mite.

False alarm wasted.

"Looks like it..."

Zhiran appeared baffled too. Eager to end delays, he directed his flame to engulf the small spider.

"W-wait... senior, see..."

As Zhiran moved to slay it, Lian Yue urgently halted him, gesturing in awe.

Only then did Zhiran spot the tiny spider weeping.

Indeed... tears flowed, eight eyes forming crimson droplets trickling down.

In the cavern’s faint glow, the fluid gleamed softly, each bead throbbing like a life essence shard.

Its small frame shook per sob, momentarily shifting from monster to vulnerable being begging wordlessly.

"Blood Mother’s Tear..."

The absurdity struck even Zhiran with wonder.

Nevertheless, he’d secured his goal at last.