The true origin of divine artifacts

The power of gods and demons was terrifying beyond measure, but the Hungry Ghost Path's power was condensed from the fundamental power of this world.

The halberd struck Murong Dragon City's corpse, instantly devouring his vitality. The desiccated corpse let out a piercing wail, crimson light blazing in his eyes, but the faint spark of life within him had already begun to fade.

"Ancestor!"

Murong Chang's expression changed at once. From behind, he frantically squeezed out his own blood essence and fed it into the heart, but his efforts were futile.

The Hungry Ghost Path's power was utterly tyrannical. No matter how much vitality he supplied, Murong Dragon City's body continued to dissolve. In the end, his body, together with the shriveled heart that had fused with him, crumbled to ash and vanished.

After that single strike, Chen Yuan dropped to one knee, his face pale.

That blow had pushed the Hungry Ghost Path's power almost to its absolute limit.

When Chen Yuan had used the Hungry Ghost Path before, the avatar it formed had been somewhat indistinct. This time, it had appeared more clearly than ever, and naturally, the expenditure had been greater as well.

By now, Murong Chang had nearly drained his entire body of blood essence, leaving his face as pale as paper.

Liu Suifeng, who still had some strength left, immediately approached Murong Chang to interrogate him. Yet just as he reached him, he stopped short.

Murong Chang was already dead.

In that brief instant, Murong Chang had sacrificed almost every last drop of blood essence in his body. His oil had run dry, his lamp burned out.

When the heart crumbled to ash, he had been so close that a trace of the Hungry Ghost Path's power had touched him. That trace became the final