The Last King Of Darkness
Chapter 102 - 77 Soul Blast_2

Chapter 102: Chapter 77 Soul Blast_2

Although this guy seemed a bit unreliable, Rod explained for the sake of team harmony, "I saw a big weak spot in its Spiritual Energy, one shot there, and even if it didn’t die, it would have been knocked unconscious."

"That’s called a stun lock! It’s a phenomenon where the monster’s Spiritual Energy flow is blocked, causing its soul to be in turmoil. Are you really a special student?"

"Yes, look, this is my special student badge."

"As a special student, you should understand the importance of discipline more clearly. Don’t do this next time; you must follow my command."

"Alright."

Nightwing reluctantly found a way to back down.

The excavation team continued forward, and the air gradually became murky and foul-smelling.

Molly handed over some Purification Ointment.

This was a small transparent gel-like substance, cool and refreshing when stuffed into the nose, capable of purifying the air to avoid poisoning.

Nightwing found a new topic:

"Purification Ointment and Fuel Element are our most important supplies, it’d be troublesome if we ran out."

Rod sincerely asked, "Then why not bring more?"

Nightwing irritably replied, "Would it be better if we carried the entire warehouse with us?"

Something clicked in Rod’s mind; they couldn’t carry the warehouse, but he could.

Entering the Dream Realm was very simple for him; a quick gesture with his hands was all it took.

The only issue was the small cargo capacity; only items he could hold in his palm could be brought into the Dream Realm.

Additionally, entering and exiting the Dream Realm too frequently in a short period could be mentally exhausting.

How could he use this advantage?

While pondering, Rod continued to look around.

Nightwing, as if regaining confidence, began to boast of his rich survival experience again.

"Look, the soil here varies in thickness and consistency, and it has been stepped on by something non-human. I’m sure there is a monster nearby; we just don’t know where..."

Bang, bang, bang!

Three shots fired, three black lines flew from the nearly invisible distance.

[Small Piece of Soul]

[Small Piece of Soul]

[Maggot Man’s Soul]

Not bad.

His shooting had improved, and Mina, truly a broad-hearted lady, had taught him well.

Nightwing exclaimed angrily, "What are you doing?"

"I saw them."

"Do you know if there are any other monsters behind them?"

"I know."

Nightwing was choked up, remembering Rod’s full identity as a Spiritual Visionary, he could only shut up and continue leading the way.

Rod followed behind, wielding the Spirit Gun, his Eye of the Soul fully operational.

It had to be said, Nightwing was really a lucky charm. Under his guidance, Rod always encounter isolated monsters. These low-level monsters all had huge flaws, and as long as he aimed at those, they were pretty much a one-hit kill.

But Nightwing was incredibly frustrated; he always realized the presence of monsters one step too late to act.

However, as they left this area, the situation changed.

This was a completely different, vast space, a half-dome of gray boulders lost in the darkness with pillars carved with fierce faces chaotically fallen in the black mud. The air was very humid, and the sound of water droplets echoed from the depths of the darkness.

The normally silent Professor Bins suddenly said, "Be careful, something is off here, the walls enhanced with Spiritual Energy are damaged. Look at the mud on the ground, a huge creature has passed through here."

Nightwing’s face darkened, "Professor, shall we check it out first?"

Professor Bins nodded slightly.

"Everyone, spread out and check, but don’t go too far. Rod is in charge of the alert, inform me immediately if anything unusual happens."

Nightwing unfastened the Spirit Lamp from his waist and carefully observed the details on the ground while advising,

"Rod, you don’t understand history or have detection abilities, so this task of looking for clues can only be taken on by us..."

"Be careful!"

shouted Rod.

Startled, Nightwing saw a massive claw materialize in the air and rip him in half at the waist.

Bang!

The Spirit Gun fired, and the True Silver Bullets hit the transparent air, causing an explosion.

The explosion’s silver light scattered, and the gigantic claw disappeared into the air, while the torn Nightwing transformed into a transparent phantom.

The next moment, his real body materialized thirty yards away and fell into the black mud with a plop.

"Ptui ptui ptui!"

Nightwing jumped up.

"I’m really not proficient with Phantom Technique; otherwise, I could have countered with a Spell Sword and killed it outright!"

Professor Bins raised his voice, "It’s an Undead Hound! An Evil Spirit type. Its claws become visible when attacking. It’s of the highest order at the Ungraded level, and it’s about to advance, so its hunting range has increased. Pay attention to its raising arm. Strike its head when it lowers its claw; it will directly pause its Spiritual Energy, causing the Soul to stiffen."

"But I can’t see..."

"Okay!"

Rod stared intently at the dark soul, the energy in his Spirit Gun had reached ninety-nine percent.

The monster prowled around them, seemingly observing its prey. It had a huge head and abnormally developed forelimbs; the soul’s waveform was starting to shift from slight undulations to steep, rapid fluctuations.

Rod recalled the words of his old blind teacher, Mo’er, and understood that when the waveform that undulated like dunes started to vibrate like springs, it transitioned from Ungraded to Mature Level—from an unformed monster to a formed one.

The transition likely reflected the monster’s progression in rank, something the old blind man hadn’t taught them, but Rod had figured out on his own.

This one was already reaching its limit.

Its soul was restless and its Spiritual Energy unstable—it definitely couldn’t last much longer.

Sure enough, a few seconds later, it charged at Rod, its gigantic forelimb raised high, its sharp claws striking down at him.

Bang!

The Spirit Gun erupted instantly, the bullet hitting directly in the head.

The explosion abruptly interrupted its Spiritual Energy flow, and the Undead Hound fell from the sky, crashing to the ground with its Spiritual Energy halted and a vast void in its soul.

In that instant,

Fortune smiled on Rod, who chose not to shoot again. An image of a scythe flashed in his mind, and a surge of potent Spiritual Energy quickly filled it.

And in the eyes of Professor Bins, Nightwing, and Molly, this always serene and composed sixteen-year-old suddenly exuded a terrifying aura.

His right hand became transparent, with a crescent moon hook pattern appearing on the back of his hand.

Light steamed up from his right hand, like boiling Spiritual Energy.

He raised his right hand, like the Grim Reaper lifting his scythe, causing their souls to instinctively tremble.

Nightwing and Molly were stunned, having never seen this type of Soul Trait and ability before.

For the first time, Professor Bins lost his composure, his cloudy eyes wide open, murmuring,

"What is this? Why does he..."

Rod leapt forward, his half-transparent right hand fiercely plunging into the huge Soul Void of the hound.

In an instant, Rod felt as if he touched countless tiny strings.

Instinctively, he grasped all the strings and yanked fiercely.

Hiss—

An inaudible hiss sounded in his ears, as if the soul was wailing.

The dazzling Spiritual Energy burst out like an exploding pressure cooker, and the Undead Hound’s soul immediately exploded, its remains blasting into dust.

[Undead Hound Soul]

[Soul Without Spirit +12]