Golden List, Seventh Place

"We must seek new power to fight this evil."

"Though the Evil Eye Tyrant Lord is evil, if we can make use of it—or purify it and make it serve me—"

"It will become a sword aimed at Spirit Hall!"

The more Tang San spoke, the more feasible it seemed.

He did not want to admit that he was seeking help, nor did he want to admit that he was joining forces with evil.

He draped his actions in a cloak of righteousness.

"I'm going to Evil Demon Forest."

Tang San made his decision.

"Brother, I'm coming too!" Xiao Wu said hurriedly.

"No."

Tang San shook his head, his gaze resolute.

"You stay here and help stabilize the troops."

"If I go alone, I'm a smaller target and less likely to be discovered."

"And besides—"

Tang San glanced at his empty left sleeve, a trace of viciousness flashing through his eyes.

"I need new power to repay the hatred of losing this arm."

"The Evil Eye Tyrant Lord's spiritual power is precisely what I lack."

"If I can reach an agreement with it, or even devour it—"

"Spirit Hall, Qian Renxue, and that Qian Ye."

"What you owe me, I will collect it all, debt by debt!"

Sun Moon Continent, Evil Demon Forest.

The sky here was shrouded year-round by a layer of murky gray mist, and sunlight struggled to penetrate the dense miasma.

Withered black tree trunks twisted and entwined like countless ghostly hands reaching from hell, clawing desperately at the sky.

The air reeked of decay mixed with spiritual poison.

A figure darted swiftly through the forest.

Tang San clutched his empty left sleeve. His face was deathly pale, but his eyes burned with a mad flame called all or nothing.

The agony of losing an arm constantly