C18 Corpse Worm Clone

The Yin Fiend Corpse Worm proudly reared its head, its forehead adorned with long, razor-sharp barbs that gleamed with a chilling light as it viciously thrust towards Qiao Gao's palm.

These dark golden spikes were lethally sharp, emitting a shiver-inducing chill. Even a master at the Soul Connecting Stage could be easily skewered by them.

Furthermore, the barbs were imbued with a fearsome toxin. Truly, the Yin Fiend Corpse Worm was no mere creature—it possessed high intelligence and even wore a smug look of self-satisfaction.

It seemed the Yin Fiend Corpse Worm believed that Qiao Gao, the foolhardy soul, had the audacity to catch it with his bare hands. It thought, even if I don't impale you, my venom will surely claim your life!

Qiao Gao squinted, his gaze deeply focused on the self-assured worm. A faint, sacred bronze glow flickered across his hand.

With a swift "Swish," Qiao Gao seized the Yin Fiend Corpse Worm. Black liquid ate away at his skin, emitting a foul plume of black smoke.

The worm squirmed desperately, "Squeak, squeak," but Qiao Gao's grip was unyielding, like iron tongs clamping down without mercy.

The Yin Fiend Corpse Worm looked on in utter disbelief. It had never imagined that its dark golden barbs would only manage to scratch a white line on Qiao Gao's hand—a line that vanished with a mere rub, not even qualifying as a scratch, much less penetrating his palm.

Qiao Gao let out a contemptuous snort. He was employing the 'Dragon Confining Hand' technique from the Fiendgod Body Refinement repertoire. Perfected, this technique could imprison even dragons, those formidable creatures of legend, so a not-yet-fully-grown Yin Fiend Corpse Worm was no challenge.

For the average martial artist, mastering the Dragon Confining Hand was an arduous journey. Even reaching the introductory Bronze level could take years. But Qiao Gao, having assimilated the memories of the Myriad Tribulation Pill Monarch, had grasped the basics after mere hours of rest in the wilderness.

The Dragon Confining Hand comprised five tiers: Bronze, Silver, Gold, Diamond, and Starlight. Once mastered, it could even bind demonic beasts of the Soul Connecting Stage.

Certainly, the Dragon Confining Hand was extraordinarily powerful, yet its usage was extremely brief. Qiao Gao, with his Origin Energy, could sustain it for only a handful of breaths at most.

To many, such a fleeting moment might seem negligible, but for Qiao Gao, it was ample time.

"Hmph, you've had your fill of comfort inside me. You think you can just hit the road with a slap of your tail?" Qiao Gao coldly eyed the Yin Fiend Corpse Worm writhing in his grasp, resolute in his decision to not let the repulsive creature escape.

The worm's body bristled with sharp spines that tumbled in Qiao Gao's formidable grip. Any ordinary Vein Connecting Stage warrior would've been pierced to shreds, but to the Bronze-tier Dragon Confining Hand, it was nothing more than a mild annoyance.

Yet, this mild annoyance was deceptively dangerous, sparking with star-like firelight, a testament to the lethal sharpness of the worm's spines!

Abruptly, Qiao Gao chanted silently, channeling his soul force to his brow.

The Yin Fiend Corpse Worm, as if hearing the incantation, let out a piercing shriek and flailed wildly.

"Soul Splitting Technique!"

A semi-transparent wisp of soul force burst forth from Qiao Gao's forehead, plunging into the Yin Fiend Corpse Worm.

"Squeak, squeak~~"

The worm convulsed briefly before going limp in Qiao Gao's palm.

"Success!" Qiao Gao exclaimed with elation.

He had employed the Soul Splitting Technique from the Divine Soul Dao, essentially severing a fragment of his own soul to embed within the Yin Fiend Corpse Worm.

And so, the worm was transformed into his very own avatar!

Having an additional avatar would make future endeavors much simpler, particularly when launching a surprise attack on an unsuspecting enemy, capable of turning the tide of battle.

Having divided a tenth of his soul, Qiao Gao's complexion turned ashen, his head throbbing with pain and a longing for deep slumber.

Despite this, Qiao Gao was still elated. After all, gaining an additional clone, in a sense, meant gaining an extra life!

Who would ever complain about having too many lives?