"Am I a Soul-sucking Ghost now?"
The adventurer was still immersed in delight, unable to extricate himself, when he suddenly saw an enemy charging at him. His mind hadn't reacted yet, but his body moved on its own.
The Dark Sword, which was previously slashing at Tusi and the others, was now tightly gripped in his hand. With a raise of his hand, the jet-black Longsword swiftly and cleanly decapitated a soldier. The gushing blood inexplicably stirred a strange excitement in him. Just as he was about to continue his slaughter, his empty left hand suddenly lit up with a red glow, swiftly seizing the neck of the soldier in front of him, faster than the ear could catch.
He recognized this technique in less than a second; it was the infamous Dark Hand!
Never thought he could execute this move; the adventurer's spirit involuntarily whistled, which in the current body manifested as an excited growl from the throat of the Soul-sucking Ghost.
