Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 597 - Chapter 597 Chapter 531 Sword Momentum

Chapter 597: Chapter 531 Sword Momentum Chapter 597: Chapter 531 Sword Momentum Roger drew the sword from behind his back, casting a casual glance at the towering Red Prajna. Although his time since sunrise had been short, his interaction with Higurashi Chika had opened up a new world for him.

Here, the practice of swordsmanship far exceeded that of the Western World. Although his physical strength had not increased, the improvement in his swordsmanship was even more crucial for Roger at this moment.

“You’d better put up a fight.”

Roger looked at the Red Prajna, reminding himself to control his power.

The Red Prajna’s horns lit up on its head, and in the next second, it approached Roger like a whirlwind. Its claws swung through the air, black smoke enveloping the surroundings.

In an instant, the night environment seemed to change. Although Roger could still see the distant mountains and the moon in the sky, the eerie sensation of being in the Cursed Land still stimulated his senses.

“What exactly is this Everworld?”

[Hundred Tongued Bird]

Unable to suppress his desire for battle, Roger launched into a move he had sneakily learned from Higurashi Chika.

Of course, the swordsmanship he demonstrated lacked the enhancement of Spiritual Power, relying entirely on the sheer physical strength of his body.

Even so, the power that burst forth under his intentional control was tremendously terrifying.

The Red Prajna’s hands hadn’t even come close to Roger when the sharp blade pierced through its arms. Roger retreated with his sword, and by then, the Red Prajna had already lost the flesh from its arms.

Leaving only white bones behind.

“Forget it.”

“There’s no use testing any moves against something like you.” Disappointed, Roger threw away his weapon the next second and closed in on the Red Prajna.

“If you have no other abilities…”

He opened his palm, and the Alder Dharma Seal coalesced within it. Though it was just an ordinary attack, the innate sensitivity of monsters and ghosts made the Red Prajna perceive the threat of death from Roger’s palm.

It let out a loud roar, and the horns on its head evaporated in an instant. Simultaneously, the surrounding black smoke grew even denser.

An unending stream of Energy poured into Red Prajna’s body, which was utterly incapable of bearing such immense power in its current state.

Its body became twisted and swollen, as if it might burst from the force within at any moment.

“Let’s die together!”

Roger did not approach; a series of explosive sounds filled the air around him, near and far, as the power of the Alder Dharma Seal emanated from his palm into the air, spreading its way into the Red Prajna.

Crackling sounds.

The terrifying power exploded, with the Red Prajna’s internal energy already unbalanced. Roger’s attack was like tearing a small hole in a balloon.

In an instant, countless cracks appeared on the Red Prajna’s body, and it screamed in despair. But by then, its body was already out of control.

Just as the Red Prajna’s body burst apart, in the darkness swirling around it, there seemed to be an odd consciousness descending.

Roger was taken aback at first, but soon he detected a familiar fluctuation within this consciousness.

“This sensation…”

“Is it the Shadow World?”

“No, that’s not right!”

“It’s purer, darker.”

In the moment that Roger was distracted, the Red Prajna’s body detonated. This led Roger to think that the sensation he had just felt was merely an illusion.

To be honest, he couldn’t determine if the thing he caught a glimpse of in that instant was real.

“I will come back!”

A red ghostly figure floated out from the Red Prajna’s body, within which one could vaguely see a red face.

Roger snorted coldly.

“You’re going nowhere.”

The Aden Dharma Seal activated, and a purple glow enveloped the entire area. The Red Prajna darted left and right but couldn’t escape Roger’s containment.

Roger slowly clenched his fist, gradually drawing in the power of the Aden Dharma Seal. Gradually, Red Prajna’s body compressed into a sphere of light, accumulating in Roger’s hand.

“Don’t kill me, the one you killed is just one of many avatars. One day, I, the greatest under Lord Kurokawa’s command–”

“Pfft!”

Roger clenched his fist, and the struggling Red Prajna in his palm turned into the purest energy particles.

“I’ve heard too much of that kind of talk.”

With a disdainful curl of his lips, he decisively crushed the last vestige of the Red Prajna’s existence in this world.

The enveloping black smoke had not yet dispersed.

Roger stood within it. Stretching out his hand, he could feel the air here was fundamentally different from the real world.

“Is this a passage between Everworld and the present world?”

“Or merely a simple connection?”

Soon the black smoke around him dissipated, and Roger thought back to the breath of air he felt for just a second.

That peculiar feeling, different than the Cursed Cabin, different from the Shadow Fragments that Lilith hid, almost solid in its essence, led Roger to think of a place.

The place where the Mountain Woman and Uma were imprisoned.

That so-called cell.

“I hope it was just my imagination.”

Uma showed the deference of a loyal maid, and her contract with Roger was indeed genuine, but these did not fully dispel some doubts in Roger’s mind.

Clearly, there was something more important than her freedom and life hidden within Uma.

That thing was paramount.

And these might very well touch upon the core secrets of the Shadow World.

If the Everworld of sunrise could still be linked to the Shadow World, that would not be good news.

Thinking this, Roger took out his phone.

But after dialing Uma’s number, he hesitated and then swallowed the question had just come to mind.