The Last King Of Darkness
Chapter 168 - 123 Attack_2

Chapter 168: Chapter 123 Attack_2

The fortress had many physical barriers, limiting the Eye of the Soul significantly, yet Rod could barely make out the spiritual bodies and energy behind the walls.

At this moment, a pale spiritual body appeared before his eyes.

The instant Rod saw it, he felt immense hostility. It lurked beneath the ground, its spiritual body extending a long scythe that silently slashed towards him.

Rod leapt backwards, dodging the scythe.

The evil spirit seemed enraged, emerging from the ground and charging at him furiously.

A strong sense of suffocation hit him, his scalp tingling intensely, but fear did not affect his movements. Rod skillfully raised his Spirit Gun, filling the Spirit Pressure Gauge in the shortest time with a soul strength of 850.

Bang!

The Sealing Spirit Bullet struck the evil spirit.

The bullet, covered in spirit runes, instantly shattered into fragments. The Spiritual Power Shock didn’t delay the evil spirit for even half a second, and Rod didn’t even have time to fire a second shot before the pale scythe came slashing down like lightning.

Thud!

The scythe was blocked by a piece of dark wood.

Countless buds sprouted from the wood, rapidly spreading along Rod’s arm, the intricate branches intertwining and extending like a tree fast-forwarded by tens of thousands of times.

In just a second, a tree person made up of numerous intertwined dead branches appeared in front of Rod.

"Wood Puppet"

Rod crushed it in a critical moment, saving his own life.

The evil spirit roared madly, but its scythe was now entangled by the spreading branches of the tree person.

The dark wood, like living insects, burrowed into its spiritual body, spreading towards its soul.

White vapors boiled off the body of the evil spirit as it tried to break free from the entanglement.

But the tree person held it tightly.

Rod jumped up from the ground, firing five shots at weak spots on its spiritual body, finally creating a breach.

He lifted his right hand, a sickle-shaped crescent emerging on the back of his hand, glowing brightly as his palm rapidly became translucent.

Rod stepped forward, his translucent right hand plunging into the breach in the spiritual body and grabbing onto its lifeline, yanking it fiercely.

A buzzing sound, as if something in the void had been torn apart.

The evil spirit wailed madly as its spiritual body exploded like a pressured boiler, emitting numerous dazzling lights.

Amid the deafening wails, the evil spirit was torn apart, dissipating into nothingness in the air, leaving behind only a pale powder.

[Fallen Evil Spirit’s Soul]

[Soul Without Spirit +32]

Only then did Rod feel his pounding heart, his blood rushing to his ears, drowning out all sounds but the buzzing.

The tree person lowered its arms and stood motionless in front of him, waiting for his command.

At that moment, Rod had nearly thought he was dead. This evil spirit was completely different from those he’d encountered in the Corpse Wasteland; it was far stronger, and the fortress environment was very unfavorable to him, almost allowing the evil spirit to reach his face.

Fortunately, the tree person saved his life at the critical moment.

The moment he saw its soul, Rod confirmed it was not the "Furious Evil Spirit" from the Corpse Wasteland.

"Furious Evil Spirit" was full of large holes, and True Silver Bullets could kill it.

"Fallen Evil Spirit" took six Sealing Spirit Bullets to show even a small breach, not at the same level at all.

Was this monster from the Black Tide?

Rod felt a hint of doubt and carefully scanned his surroundings to confirm there were no evil spirits before running to the warrior, who lay on the ground bleeding profusely, needing to stop the bleeding quickly.

But when Rod ran over, a chill rose abruptly from within his heart.

The warrior’s head had been severed at some unknown time, and the blood from his neck was almost drained.

It was the first time Rod had witnessed such a gruesome sight, unsure of how to handle it.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he decided to put the warrior’s torso together, then go down for the rescue.

Fighting back fear and nausea, he retrieved the legs and head, the warrior’s eyes still widely open with a lingering expression of anxiousness, but the pupils were dilated, and the spiritual body had vanished.

He had forever lost his life.

Rod sighed lightly, placed the head and legs with the torso, and was about to get up.

But the next instant, the headless, legless torso suddenly leaped up, knocking Rod down, blood and flesh spurted from the open neck, entrails flung through the air, a large coil of intestines sprang out, wrapping around Rod’s neck.

Rod’s mind went blank as an unprecedented force squeezed his neck, darkness fell before his eyes, a sense of despair surged into his heart.

But in the next instant, the tremendous force on his neck vanished, the intestines were torn apart by something, and a massive force flung them away, producing a loud sound that broke the air.

Rod knelt on the ground, coughing madly, fresh air rushed into his nostrils, burning as it entered his windpipe.

It took him a good few seconds to recover.

Standing up, he saw the wood puppet standing in front of him, the warrior’s body already torn apart, intestines smashed against the wall, turned into a pool of yellowish viscous substance.

Was it the wood puppet that saved me?

The thought surfaced in Rod’s mind as he realized his spirit had connected to the wood puppet, possibly reacting automatically to the attack on its master.

What on earth is going on?

Was the body infected?

Looking down, he noticed the warrior’s skull was also crushed, unsure whether it was the wood puppet or its own corpse that had done it.

A strong sense of panic and nausea rose from the bottom of his heart, different from any combat he had encountered so far.

Rod suppressed the feeling and instantly went back into the Dream Realm and pulled out the "Undying Spirit," clutching it tightly in his palm.

Then, footsteps were heard again, Rod immediately turned around only to see Beowood.

This bear-like man was rushing towards him at lightning speed from the other side of the staircase.

Rod responded swiftly, immediately shouting, "This is my summoning!" while mentally suppressing the wood puppet’s retaliatory thoughts.

Boom!

Beowood’s fist hit the air, sounding like a muffled thunder.

He stopped, glanced at the wood puppet, then pulled out a stone, waving it in front of Rod before he spoke:

"What’s going on here?"

Rod briefly explained what had happened.

Beowood’s expression became grave, he crouched down, picked up some Evil Spirit Powder, observed it closely for a moment, and said in a deep voice, "This is a mature level super rank evil spirit that should have advanced into a more powerful monster by now, but something has been suppressing it, so it could only reach this threshold state."

He then moved to the mangled body, pulled out the stone and studied it for a moment, saying:

"The body has been cursed, the dimension of the evil thought is quite high, and your spiritual power level isn’t sufficient, even with high spiritual vision you wouldn’t be able to see it."

Rod said anxiously, "They said Mina is being attacked! We need to go support her quickly!"

Beowood stood up, his expression darker than ever.

"No, I feel something is not right."

Just then, the light from the fire dimmed rapidly, shadows lunged at them with unprecedented speed.

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