Roar!
Absalom endured the pain, letting out one agonized howl after another. At last, a fierce glint flashed through his tormented eyes, and he stamped his foot hard.
He lunged at Wuli, but after just two steps, he froze in a forward-leaning stance.
Countless drops of blood sprayed through the air. His wounds were too severe; that sudden movement had torn them open. Unwillingness filled his eyes as he slowly fell.
Thud!
In the dim light, blood pooled beneath Absalom's fallen body, staining the withered weeds red.
A massive figure stood there with hair shaped like a flame, a demonic face, two horns on his forehead, pointed ears and teeth, and crisscrossed stitches running from his head down his neck. He wore a bat-collared shirt and Gothic clothing.
A hint of wariness entered Gecko Moria's cold eyes. He had always been cautious.
Wuli had killed Absalom in an instant, and Moria could not ignore the strength he had shown. At the same time, he was ecstatic. The stronger this man was, the more valuable he would be!
Gecko Moria paid little mind to Absalom. He simply stared at Wuli, his eyes burning with fervor.
"Hee-hee-hee-hee! Become the strongest shadow under my command!"
His shrill, grating laughter echoed through the air. Gecko Moria opened his hand slightly, and his shadow shifted and flowed around it like black ink.
It took the shape of a spear, then suddenly became solid. The pitch-black weapon gave off a powerful, sinister aura, its point looking impossibly sharp.
The Marines, Shangyang, and Wuli all sensed a deadly threat from the black spear. Fear had left the Marines' bodies rigid.
Hm? Danger!
Wuli's eyelid twitched. He felt Gecko Moria's terrifying black spear lock onto him, and a powerful sense of danger surged through his heart.
He dared