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“Netherworld Ghost Fire.”
A light shout sent chills down Rosen's spine, making him want to pull back his hand. However, the fire had already spread, instantly engulfing his entire arm.
“Damn it!”
Rosen was terrified and attempted to sever his arm again, but it was too late. The flames had already consumed his whole body.
He released his grip, allowing the other party to scream in agony and struggle. Throughout the process, he calmly watched as the other slowly turned to ash in shared suffering.
Rosen was dead!
The Black Witch Cult, which instilled fear in countless people, saw its Senra Hall Master Rosen, who had been in control of Senra Hall for over a decade, finally fall into the abyss.
Rosen was defeated, thoroughly defeated, even more so than the threat posed by the middle-aged man with a gun towards Ye Mingshang. It wasn't that he was weak; rather, his opponent was too strong. No matter how powerful he was, he was still just a Celestial Master, and an average one at that. But his opponent was a true immortal, at the pinnacle of the world today.
How could one bridge the chasm between heaven and earth?
There was no regret over the death of his opponent. Ye Mingshang moved forward to the charred remains of the house.
“Explode!”
A Spirit Talisman was unleashed, blowing the house apart. Faintly, two bodies burned to charcoal could still be seen.
As he moved, a faint, almost imperceptible black mist surrounded his body, exuding a chilling aura.
Wherever it passed, the flames extinguished beside it.
A rusted long spear lay quietly there, resembling an ordinary firewood stick. However, upon closer inspection, one could notice that the wooden shaft was not burning, and even the spearhead at the end remained intact, everything was just as it originally was.
Clang!
As the spear was lifted, it emitted a metallic ringing sound, similar to the Demon Blade, indicating it was a weapon with spirit.
The gun body was worn out, even somewhat straight, and had some damage, resembling broken wood. The spearhead was also rusted, the spear tip was broken, and there were notches on the spear blade. The spear's tassel was uneven and looked very dirty and messy.
No matter how one looked at it, this appeared to be a dilapidated weapon with little lethality, now considered scrap.
But was it really as it seemed?
In hand, the spear felt surprisingly heavy to Ye Mingshang, weighing at least several hundred pounds. It was hard to imagine why a wooden spear would be so heavy.
Such weight would likely prevent an ordinary person from even lifting it, let alone wielding it as a weapon.
It seemed that the middle-aged man before was indeed extraordinary, able to wield this spear with such skill. Although he utilized inertia and force effectively, his own strength should not be underestimated. Even with the spear's peculiarities aiding him, he still managed to injure Ye Mingshang; such achievements would be enough to take pride in even if he died in battle.
Holding the spear felt somewhat familiar to Ye Mingshang, as if they had met long ago in a distant past.
Suddenly, the black mist surrounding Ye Mingshang seemed to be drawn in unison towards a single direction—the long spear held in his hand.
Buzz!!!
Gun Body trembled, seemingly in excitement, absorbing the mist at an even faster rate. There was a vague feeling that Ye Mingshang could not control.
For the first time, Ye Mingshang showed a look of shock. He could feel the "Killing Intent" within his body, as if it were being drawn in, surging uncontrollably towards Gun Body. Moreover, this aura seemed beyond his control and could not be stopped.
"What is happening?!"
The "Killing Intent" surged like an ocean flowing into a river, impossible to manage.
The black energy poured in rapidly, thick black mist emanating from him, completely absorbed by the spear.
The speed at which the spear absorbed the "Killing Intent" was quick, but fortunately, there was enough energy within Ye Mingshang to withstand the consumption. However, he wondered if this continued, would he be drained completely?
"Killing Intent" was the name he had given to this aura, derived from its endless murderous intent.
This was a power he inherited from his past life and one of his trump cards. If it were drained away, while it wouldn't lead to death, it would certainly have a significant impact on his strength.
Fortunately, after just a few minutes, the spear's absorption finally ceased. The surging "Killing Intent" gradually calmed down and returned to his body.
Having absorbed a large amount of "Killing Intent," thick black mist surrounded and enveloped Gun Body, suggesting that absorbing so much had taken its toll.
Not daring to hold onto it any longer, Ye Mingshang hurriedly tossed it away.
Whoosh~
The spear did not fall but was instead lifted by some force, hovering in mid-air. After pausing for a moment, with a whoosh sound, one end plunged into the ground. Gun Body stood upright!
Black mist swirled and rolled, gradually being absorbed by the spear.
As the fog thinned, the changes in the spear became faintly visible.
The Gun Body was pitch black, as if soaked in ink; the previous damage had vanished, and there were no bent curves. The Gun Body stood straight!
The Spearhead gleamed silver, Cold Radiance flickering; the broken Spear Tip and the damaged Spear Blade were restored, shining with a sharp cold light.
At the junction of the Spearhead and the Gun Body, a Sakura Spike naturally drooped, having also undergone a transformation. It was no longer uneven or dirty but was as pitch black as the Gun Body, as if soaked in ink.
The entire spear, from top to bottom, was already different.
The mist continued to be absorbed, with only a few wisps of faint black fog lingering around it, not being absorbed, seemingly a manifestation of its aura.
Buzz!
The spear trembled, emitting a resonant sound akin to a Dragon Roar.
Faintly, Ye Mingshang felt a pull, like a summoning sensation.
Looking at the spear in confusion, it emitted another joyful tremor, as if responding.
There was a call; a voice echoed in his mind.
Seize it, seize it...
It was a soundless sound, lacking a fixed tone, merely meant to convey a message.
Feeling the pull, Ye Mingshang hesitated. The fierce suction from earlier still lingered in his mind. What if he grabbed it and it continued to absorb?
To take it or not to take it?
It was a dilemma. This spear was clearly a divine artifact, at least on par with the Demon Blade. He hadn't brought the Demon Blade, but this spear could certainly become a great aid for him. However, if he took it and it drained his energy, what then?
After hesitating for a moment, Ye Mingshang slapped his forehead.
"Why am I hesitating again? Where did that decisiveness go?" Gritting his teeth, he declared, "Take it! What could possibly go wrong? I refuse to believe that a spear can do anything to me!"
Buzz!
His hand reached toward the spear, and the Gun Body trembled excitedly.
The summoning grew stronger, and that familiar sensation intensified, as if images were surfacing in his mind.
The moment his hand touched the spear, a flash of light blinded him, and his vision became blurry.
Before he could react, he was pulled into a beam of light. As his vision slowly cleared, Ye Mingshang couldn't help but widen his eyes at the scene before him. (To be continued.)
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