Erosion

The Spectre descended with towering fury.

The greater the anger in his heart, the more power the Spectre could wield. And now that he had abandoned his vessel and acted in the form of the Spirit of Vengeance, the Judgment Force would be even more effective.

This filled the Spectre with confidence.

The Blackest Night Emperor finally stopped and slowly turned his head, his gaze distant, as though he had only just noticed the Spectre.

"Your aura... I have absorbed it before..."

The Blackest Night Emperor said in a low voice, "Thanks to you, I was able to complete my charging so quickly."

Not long ago, while he had been fighting Donnie fiercely, a powerful source of energy had suddenly filled him. His energy index had directly surged to 100%, granting him the ability to act freely.

That had happened precisely when the Spectre abandoned Old Bartender's vessel. Old Bartender's remains had been used by the Spectre as a living corpse for countless years and had become tainted with the Spectre's aura. The moment they were discarded, the Blackest Night Emperor absorbed every trace of the Spectre's lingering power.

"As a reward, I grant you death." The Blackest Night Emperor swung his scythe, generously scattering his blessing.

That was right. To the Blackest Night Emperor, death, tranquility, peace, and a world without conflict or bloodshed were the finest gifts he could offer everyone.

The Spectre roared. The white radiance around his body carried faint howls as it transformed into a brilliant bolt of lightning and stabbed toward the Blackest Night Emperor. That judgment light, bearing a supreme aura, was the Spectre's greatest accumulation over the years and the strongest power he had gained after leaving God.

No one could escape supreme judgment. The Spectre firmly believed that.

Yet the Blackest