With Dead Sentry's demise, the Sacrificial Master's afterimage gradually dissipated as well.
Amid the drifting ash, a lingering glimmer of Blood Flame rose and settled upon Pan Ying's sword spine. At once, a sharp diamond-shaped emblem emerged, like a great mouth opening and closing.
The inheritance of Devourer of Death was now in hand.
But after briefly sensing Devourer of Death's blessings and effects, Ji Jue's expression became subtle.
By killing an opponent, it could seize their soul and life; even the opponent's death could be retained upon oneself as a sacrifice. But what did he need that for?!
Devouring souls would inevitably leave behind resentment and killing intent. The infusion of vast amounts of life and the lingering traces of death would instead interfere with the operation of his Rebirth Form. For the Horde, this was no problem at all—they could even use it to spice things up—but for an Artisan, uncontrolled power was nothing but dead weight, utterly useless.
Even if it could complement Blood Wrist in some ways, this function already overlapped with the wolf's.
It was somewhat wasteful.
Still, unlike the wolf's selfishness and greed, Devourer of Death's blessing could be applied not only to oneself, but also to weapons and subordinates belonging to the Horde.
Using it to temper Pan Ying and cultivate creations could save quite a bit of effort and several steps. It counted as a convenient shortcut.
The only problem was...
Why were there more and more mouths to feed in this household?
Business had been poor lately, and the market was still so sluggish. Why couldn't you Sacrificial Masters be a little smarter, go find jobs outside, earn some sacrifices, and help subsidize the factory?
Not a shred of conscience left!
For this family, he had truly worried himself sick.
Ji