Qin Yang silently sensed his black sword and soundlessly stirred the demonic sword's divine essence fused within it.
In an instant, the intent fused into that divine essence immediately responded and, along with Practitioner Number Four's comprehension, poured into his consciousness.
Dead Star High Priest was exchanging moves with his subordinates. Before his death, he had possessed sufficient strength and experience; standing high and seeing far, even though controlling the demonic sword method was somewhat difficult, he could still adapt swiftly and integrate it into his own power.
But others might not possess his capabilities. Having the method and the power did not necessarily mean they could control them.
These so-called exchanges of moves were indeed a test. He wanted to see how feasible it was for more people to cultivate the demonic sword method, and what results different people would achieve through cultivating it.
More importantly, he wanted to test things that even he did not dare casually experiment with on himself.
All three subordinates had entered the path. Some were faster, some slower, but this also showed that the demonic sword method was not terribly difficult to begin.
A Foreign Races man three zhang tall, broad and burly, with one eye and no nose, was holding the black sword and comprehending the demonic sword method once more.
Besides Dead Star High Priest, there was an octopus-headed monster and a long-haired human woman with a gloomy expression nearby.
Several tentacles beneath the octopus-headed monster's jaw kept swaying as a thread of black mist continuously coiled there. Half the long-haired human woman's face was hidden in shadow, making her sinister to the extreme.
Both had entered the path of the demonic sword method, and their progress had been relatively smooth.
Suddenly, the sinister aura around the one-eyed burly man