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"Pfft!"

A muffled thud, like a sharp blade piercing flesh, suddenly rang out.

Everyone turned their heads sharply, only to see the black scorpion kneeling on the ground suddenly stiffen.

He looked down in disbelief at the dark, blood-red tip of the dagger protruding from his chest.

The black runes on the dagger began to writhe, emanating a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.

He turned his head with difficulty to look at Leng Mian, who had appeared behind him without any expression.

A hoarse sound came from his throat: "Why...why...?"

Leng Mian's eyes remained completely unmoved.

There was only a kind of resolute determination that bordered on martyrdom.

"I'm sorry. I'll come down and keep you company myself soon."

His voice was deep and calm, as if stating a given fact.

Before he could finish speaking, he abruptly withdrew his dagger.

As the dagger was pulled out.

An invisible, grayish-white mist-like substance.

It was forcibly pulled out from the black scorpion's seven orifices and wounds.

It emitted a silent shriek before being sucked into the dark, blood-red dagger.

The light in Black Scorpion's eyes dimmed instantly.

His body went limp and he fell to the ground, lifeless.

And that dagger, after absorbing the Black Scorpion's soul...

The black runes on the blade writhed even more violently.

The chilling aura emanating from it suddenly surged.

It even emits a faint, teeth-grinding buzzing sound.

Like a hungry beast that has been awakened.

Holding the seemingly alive, deadly blade, Leng Mian turned his icy gaze to the poisonous snake on the ground.

The moment the venomous snake saw the black scorpion being backstabbed and its soul being absorbed, its pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints.

A terrifying thought flashed through his mind, making him instantly understand everything!

"You...you sacrificed the Blood Rat and the others...to this dagger to cripple the Duke?!"

The snake's voice trembled uncontrollably.

There was both anger and a chilling sense of helplessness.

Leng Mian nodded silently, gripped the buzzing dagger in his hand, and approached the venomous snake step by step.

"Sorry, the minimum requirement to activate it is two extraordinary souls... we're still one short."

He stopped talking and moved.

The Soul-Slaying Blade in his hand, carrying an aura of death that devours everything, pierced straight into the heart of the venomous snake.

The speed and ruthlessness of this strike far surpassed any of his previous attacks.

Where the dagger passed, even the air seemed to freeze and tear apart!

Despite the corrosive effects of the venom, the snake, relying on its extraordinary instincts, retreated rapidly to the side and rear.

But the cold noodles' aura had already locked onto him.

The dagger was like a leech, about to pierce him through!

At this critical moment.

A tiny particle of light suddenly appeared in front of Leng Mian's eyes without warning, less than half a foot away!

It is [Flash Spell].

Lin Gui resorted to his old tricks once again.

The cold noodles' movements were slightly interrupted by the sudden bright light.

It's just that insignificant moment!

The venomous snake seized this fleeting opportunity.

The body twisted at an incredible angle, narrowly avoiding the heart!

"Sizzle!"

The Soul-Slaying Blade grazed his ribs, taking away a large piece of flesh.

The wound stopped bleeding and instead turned ashen instantly, as if its life force had been drained away in an instant.

The venomous snake let out a muffled groan, staggered backward, its face ashen, clearly severely injured.

Before he could continue to dodge, a black curtain enveloped him.

A hand rested on his shoulder.

"Don't move if you don't want to die."

The cold noodles missed their target and looked around abruptly, only to find no one there.

He wasn't surprised at all that the venomous snake had been rescued.

It's more like they've accomplished some kind of mission.

He abruptly turned to Caesar, who was being held hostage by Shia, and roared with all his might:

"Chief! My gratitude has been repaid, and I have nothing more to offer! I will return to you on the Nether Sea!!"

Before the roar had even faded, amidst the horrified gazes of everyone present...

Without hesitation, he took out the Soul-Slaying Blade, which emitted an ominous buzzing sound.

He plunged it deep into his own chest!

"Well--!"

After a suppressed groan of pain.

Leng Mian's eyes quickly dimmed, and his body slowly collapsed to the ground.

The Soul-Slaying Blade absorbed the souls of two extraordinary beings.

At this moment, it seemed as if I had been completely awakened.

It hovered in mid-air, its dark dagger turning blood red.

The twisted black runes on it were writhing wildly.

A chilling, deathly pressure, more than ten times stronger than before and filled with pure malice, suddenly spread out and enveloped the entire mine.

Faint black ice crystals even condensed in the air.

Caesar watched Lengmian collapse, a fleeting shadow of sadness crossing his eyes.

But it was soon replaced by a morbid excitement.

He felt the terrifying power emanating from the [Soul-Slaying Blade], enough to instantly kill a legendary expert.

He turned to Elvia, who was still in a daze, and laughed hissingly.

"Princess Elvia! You should be thankful! I only sacrificed the saintess's hair to the divine artifact!"

"Otherwise... there would definitely be several more fresh corpses here today!"

Just then, the air around Elvia rippled.

The ghost of the forest, the saintess Eve, and the venomous snake, who was critically injured and on the verge of death, all revealed themselves at the same time.

Lin Gui stared at the Soul-Slaying Blade, which was suspended in mid-air and exuded a terrifying pressure.

Feeling the chilling cold that seemed to lock onto his soul, he frowned deeply.

He said to the saint beside him.

"Miss Saint, pray."

"I pray that this artifact truly does, as this person claims, lock onto souls and launch attacks using hair as a medium."

"Otherwise, no one can save you."

Saint Eve simply smiled faintly upon hearing this.

Those purple eyes were calm and still, even carrying a hint of mockery.

"I do not believe in God."

Lin Gui's eyes were filled with astonishment.

A saint who doesn't believe in God?

And Caesar, it seems, has already reached this point.

The ghost and the saintess were still able to talk so "calmly".

The unease in his heart reached its peak in an instant, almost threatening to devour him!

It was at this very moment that his unease reached its peak.

The suspended Soul-Slaying Blade moved!

It did not pierce the saint's chest instantly, as Caesar had anticipated.

Instead, it made a humming sound and vanished instantly!

next moment--

"boom!!!"

A section of rock wall on the east side of the mine suddenly exploded, sending debris flying everywhere!

"Bang!!"

Immediately afterwards, an abandoned mining cart on the west side was torn to pieces by an invisible force!

"Snap—!"

A protruding stalactite in the dome above snapped and crashed down!

The silence of the mine was stirred by the commotion.

Loud explosions echoed continuously within the mine!

And the sound of the attack seemed to grow farther and farther away.

They were getting further and further away from the saint.

Caesar's madness and excitement froze instantly.

"Why?! Why aren't you attacking the saintess?! Attack her! Kill her!!"

Behind him, the dying venomous snake gave its answer in a weak and remorseful voice.

"It's... her hair... the places where the divine weapon attacked... all contain... the saintess's hair..."

Caesar was struck dumb, and he turned his head sharply, his blood-red eyes fixed on the serpent, roaring in fury.

"Why?! Why didn't you say so sooner?!"

The venomous snake gave a bitter laugh, its breath growing weaker and weaker.

"I'm sorry... Chief... I can't... harm a mage who gave me hope... And... even if I told you... would you... abandon this assassination attempt?...?"

He gasped for breath and said finally.

"There's no time... Chief... We don't know... how much... hair he's hidden..."

"The cleanup will take a lot of time."

"Moreover, until now, we have not seen who helped the saint hide her whereabouts."

The madness, anger, and resentment in Caesar's eyes eventually turned into a deathly despair.

All his calculations, all the power he gained by sacrificing his comrades.

Compared to those insignificant strands of hair scattered throughout the mine, it became a complete joke.

It’s over.

It's all over.