Despair appeared on the Pseudo-Evil Spirit Phantom's face.
It had not anticipated Qin Ran's speed.
Just as it had not anticipated that Qin Ran would see through its disguise.
But the Pseudo-Evil Spirit Phantom would not simply wait to die.
"You think you've already won?"
The Pseudo-Evil Spirit Phantom shrieked and charged at him, its body still burning.
Qin Ran dodged the lunge with ease.
At the same time, the [Torturer's Knife] swept out.
Whoosh!
In the firelight, the dagger gleamed like a cold flash beneath the moon, slicing straight through the phantom. An uncontrollable howl of pain escaped its mouth.
Amid that agonized howl, the cold gleam swept back through its body once more.
In Qin Ran's hand, the [Torturer's Knife] was like a swift darting through a storm.
It was not only fast, but nimble.
Master-level [Cold Weapons: Daggers] and the equally master-level [Dodge] ensured that no matter how the Pseudo-Evil Spirit Phantom evaded or attacked, it could not escape being stabbed by the dagger or having its own attacks miss.
Once, twice, three times...
By the time Qin Ran's right arm, which held the [Torturer's Knife], began leaving a blur of afterimages, the Pseudo-Evil Spirit Phantom's body, already rendered insubstantial by the explosion and flames, was rapidly breaking apart.
Soon, it looked like wisps of drifting smoke.
"I'm taking you down with me!"
The Pseudo-Evil Spirit Phantom abruptly stopped attacking.
A violent fluctuation emanated from its body.
But after the [Torturer's Knife] swept through its body several more times in rapid succession, the Pseudo-Evil Spirit Phantom's aura froze.
Pop!
With a sound like a bursting balloon, the Pseudo-Evil Spirit Phantom exploded.
The dense negative energy rapidly dissipated.
A dazzling speck of white light fell from the air.
Rather than falling freely, it followed a trajectory toward the