"Ping!"
"Notification: 'Grievance Spirit Red Garment' has risen to Level 8 of Tier 0."
Crimson blood gathered, casting out the dross and absorbing the essence.
Before she knew it, the Grievance Spirit Red Garment, who had originally only had one blood-red patch on her skirt, was drenched in blood from head to toe. Her entire soul had also changed from its former translucence to become incomparably solid, just like a real person... if not for the fact that her toes could not be seen beneath her red dress, she floated in midair, and her head was somewhat transparent.
The Grievance Spirit Red Garment had mutated!
She had also learned a new skill: Blood Garment.
This was an Advanced Skill that combined offense and defense. Defensively, she could use the Blood Garment as a shield to block and counteract energy attacks from enemies, especially attacks like flames and Thunder that could restrain soul entities.
Even if the Blood Garment was evaporated until it faded, the red-clad soul within it would remain unharmed.
Offensively, the Blood Garment could serve as a spear and an extension. At such times, Red Garment combined it with the Tear skill to unleash a huge blood claw several meters long. Red and black intertwined, and its might had increased by far more than just a little.
Red Garment might not be able to create skills on her own, but she could mutate and awaken.
Under this mutation, even her intelligence had improved considerably.
Then, where was Rakshasa's opportunity?
After the great battle ended, the first thing to do was resurrect everyone.
The Undead Bone General raised his hand. Wisps of black smoke rose from his palm and drifted in all directions, as if summoning souls. The fallen Skeleton Warriors and the wraiths whose entire souls had