A sharp whoosh rang out.
An Chen instantly turned into a mass of flesh streaked with black liquid. He seeped into the ground and fled into the distance.
The figure who had swung a crescent moon through empty air showed no surprise. A cold smile merely curled his lips.
"Nothing else to do, so I might as well play with you."
The figure straightened, closed his eyes, and "saw" the moonlight fleeing not far away.
The next second, he opened his eyes, flickered, and vanished too.
Elsewhere, An Chen raced through the soil.
He was no longer a solid mass of flesh. Black liquid ran through much of it.
It was a sign that his Spirituality was exhausted and he was close to losing control.
Damn it. The Spirituality I'd finally recovered was about to run out again.
He cursed inwardly and saw that more than half his flesh had already turned into black liquid.
An Chen gritted his teeth, burst out of the ground, and took human form again. His face was bloodless, and he collapsed beneath a great tree.
He tried to summon his Martial Soul in his left hand, but the silver threads still clinging to his body glowed, continuing to seal his Martial Soul and Soul Power.
"At least I can move."
An Chen sighed and muttered to himself.
He pushed himself up and walked forward.
I can't go on like this. What should I do?
An Chen searched for a solution.
Then he stopped, understanding dawning on his face.
Looks like this is my only option!
With that thought, An Chen summoned the system.
"Pot, appear!"
``` [Big Iron Pot System]
[Name]: An Chen
[Race]: Human
[Martial Soul]: Big Iron Pot
[Soul Power]: Level 53
[Soul Rings]: Yellow, Yellow, Purple, Black, %#&
[Pathway]: Hanged Man