Kong Lingqi's brows instantly furrowed at his master's mocking words.
Instead of glaring angrily at his master, he instinctively looked at me behind him.
I was the one who had destroyed the white box beneath the altar, and I had also taken the Dark Axe fragment inside.
After the box was destroyed, it erupted with a strange, twisted energy aura.
As a result, those unkillable talisman ghosts died, and whether Kong Lingqi was using a substitute or his true body, the Ba energy he could wield became extremely scarce. That was why his substitute had been slain.
Now, even his true body could no longer use Ba energy as recklessly as his substitute had, turning intangible to evade attacks.
After glaring at me, he coldly looked at Master. "Song Decai, don't get smug. Even if I can't properly use the power of Ba energy right now, I'm still not someone you lot can contend with."
After saying that, he formed a hand seal with one hand and let out another low shout: "Evil Art: Body of Hatred!"
All of a sudden, his entire body trembled.
With a buzz, black mist burst forth. The surrounding black energy rushed toward Kong Lingqi's body with mournful howls, while the yin-fiend evil aura around him was continuously drawn into his body. At the same time, I sensed an unusual aura flowing out from within the main hall.
It was strands of pitch-black mist filled with hatred. Hatred energy?
The next second, the Evil-Slaying Flowing Cloud in my hand gave a slight tremor.
The Parasite-Character Seal began flashing. The Tong Ghost Hand had grown excited. It had sensed the hatred energy too—the aura it liked...
At the same time, Pan Ling behind me immediately spoke up. "Hatred energy! He's absorbing hatred energy!"
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