The moment Ash sat down, Wu Heng stood up and quietly moved aside.
Puzzled, he lifted his collar and sniffed it. He did not notice any smell at all, so what was Gerard avoiding?
Just as he wondered about it, the long bench beneath him suddenly collapsed.
A massive evil spirit burrowed out from within.
Its lower body resembled a scorpion's, while its upper body was covered in willow-like vines, each branch as thick as a human arm.
They swayed against one another as they reached for Ash's backside.
Ash leaped away, dodging the sudden Thousand Years of Death attack, but his pants were torn apart.
Ignoring his embarrassment, he grabbed his weapon again and began fighting the evil spirit.
The scene descended into chaos.
Human battle cries mingled with the wails of evil spirits as both sides slaughtered one another without pause.
Some evil spirits impatiently rushed toward the pools of dissolved blood, licking them up like hungry dogs.
They did not even care about the blades chopping into their skulls.
Their dry, stinking heads fell to the ground, yet their tongues continued to wriggle, licking the liquid on the floor. It was utterly grotesque.
More than six hundred warriors possessing Black Bone—every one of them was the equal of Ash.
There was no suspense in this battle.
It ended completely in just ten minutes. Only the mangled remains of evil spirits were left behind. They were swept to one side and piled together, still writhing and howling.
"So this is our power!" Arthur muttered, holding the greatsword in his hand, its edge already curled.
This sword had accompanied him across many battlefields. It was a weapon passed down from his forefathers, and greatswords were inherently durable.
Yet under the strength he now possessed, its blade had actually been