Black mist wafted from the dagger, and the concentrated resentment within was terrifying. Slaughter seemed to be etched into the depths of the blade, making it impossible to suppress the thirst for blood. Yet beneath the golden lightning, all of it was continuously refined away, as though every trace of evil within it was to be erased.
Lin Chuan's control over the Evil-Slaying Divine Thunder was not actually very good. Strictly speaking, he was still far from fully mastering this lightning, but it was more than enough to deal with Ghost Hand. If this dagger were placed in Vermilion Bird's hands, it would probably be purified of every last evil presence within minutes.
Northern Dipper watched the dagger in Lin Chuan's hand nervously. He could sense the dagger struggling violently, its aura weakening, but he could not ask Lin Chuan to stop. He knew full well that the dagger had indeed affected his mind. If it was not dealt with soon, he might truly descend into frenzied slaughter and never escape it.
"Still unwilling to submit?" Lin Chuan frowned slightly, and the golden lightning suddenly surged with violence, pouring directly into Ghost Hand.
"Ahhh..."
Ghostly wails erupted from within the dagger, as though countless vicious ghosts were shrieking in agony. They struggled desperately against the lightning's power, but unfortunately for them, the Evil-Slaying Divine Thunder was their natural bane. Even though Lin Chuan's Evil-Slaying Divine Thunder was not particularly powerful, it still suppressed them completely...
Suddenly, the wailing stopped. Ghost Hand trembled as it floated above Lin Chuan's palm. It no longer dared resist, because the Evil-Slaying Divine Thunder was simply not something it could fight against.
"You'd better remember today's lesson. Next time, I won't hold back!" Sensing Ghost Hand's submission, Lin Chuan slowly withdrew the Evil-Slaying Divine Thunder.