PDD Wouldn't Haggle This Hard

The third node was hidden inside the wall of the crew quarters.

This time, Auston no longer dared to spread his soul power across a wide area to set mental traps. Every large-scale use of the Ghostfire Command Sword consumed more of the power he had drawn from the Soul-Sinking Anchor.

After the first two nodes were destroyed, the twenty-four remaining souls could no longer supply enough power for him to squander.

He changed tactics.

Instead of trying to disrupt Ling Chu across a wide area, he used his familiarity with the ship's layout as its captain to cut off her route.

Ling Chu had just rounded a corner when a pale blue blade silently thrust through the gap beside a door.

There was no audible rush of air, no extravagant sword aura.

The real danger lay in the tiny cluster of ghostly blue soul light concentrated at the tip. Ling Chu turned aside, but the blade still grazed Death God's Cloak.

The sword did not cut the divine artifact.

The mental impact, however, stabbed into her mind like a cold, thin needle through her temple. Her vision went dark for an instant.

Auston seized the chance to rush out of the room. His slender sword slid swiftly along the shaft of Ling Chu's scythe as he tried to exploit his weapon's size to close in.

But he was facing Ling Chu. She was most accustomed to the Blade of White Bones, yet she had also used the long-handled Death God's Scythe many times. Besides, the gap in their attributes remained.

Ling Chu simply released one hand and pivoted half a turn around the scythe's shaft. As she avoided the sword tip, she slammed the butt of the shaft into Auston's ribs.

Auston flew sideways into the doorway.

He felt