I cleaved off one of its tentacles, and the Ancestral Shaman immediately let out a shriek. But that only drove it madder. Its remaining seven tentacles hacked down one after another, trying to chop me into pieces of flesh. Yet the moment the might of my Soul-Absorbing Sword finished charging, it blasted straight toward its true body without the slightest hesitation!
With a deafening boom, the Ancestral Shaman, curled into a ball, blocked the attack from my Soul-Absorbing Sword. But from then on, its control over the tentacles clearly relied entirely on instinct. In three swift strokes, I immediately severed three of them!
Another barrage from the Soul-Absorbing Art battered it until it no longer had the strength to fight back, leaving it able only to wildly swing its severed tentacles!
This endless sword might was undoubtedly a special ability gained after the Sword Vein Origin Creation. As long as it came into contact with a form of energy, it could absorb that energy, provided there was any to absorb. The only difference lay in the strength of the opponent's attack and how much Soul-Absorbing energy it had stored.
Once it was full, it immediately unleashed a Soul-Absorbing attack. No one could withstand such a fighting style—not even an Ancestral Shaman!
Far away, a group of Shaman cultivators were all left dumbfounded by the sight. The Ancestral Shaman they had summoned through untold hardship had actually been beaten by me into a curled-up ball, its ability to fight back gradually stripped away! They had originally intended to seal the Calamity Tribulation, allowing their overwhelming power to rise above mine and crush me like a chicken.
But to their surprise, my ultimate strength was actually far greater than that of the Ancestral Shaman that had descended in person. The entire scene