Shlck-
The sharp blade was wrenched from a twisted humanoid's body, sending blood and thick fluid splattering everywhere.
Bai Yi dropped hard to one knee, wounds covering his body as he gasped for breath. All around him lay the bodies of twisted humanoids, already scattering in the wind. Even his pure silver blade was riddled with notches.
"Fifteen minutes."
The Medium stopped her stopwatch with a solemn expression. Looking down at the boy below the observation platform, she said with satisfaction:
"So his body really did gain considerable strength and enhancement because it had already undergone some sort of evil modification? He's trained for less than two months, yet he managed to pass the third round so quickly. This child certainly has talent."
The Taoist Angel beside her stroked his beard and said gravely:
"No, there's still one final round."
"Those were merely low-level Evil Entities by religious standards. To pass this trial, he still has to defeat a stronger opponent. Only then can he officially become a qualified Witcher."
His eyes narrowed slightly.
The Flesh God Cult's activities around the world had been growing increasingly frequent lately.
Demon Ghosts, vengeful spirits, twisted horrors, reanimated corpses, and strange spirits that existed only in legends-supernatural phenomena were occurring with increasing frequency. All of it suggested that they were trying to unleash an even more terrifying wave of horrors upon the world, though no one yet knew what their ultimate goal was.
And the boy before them.
He was their only means of establishing contact with Hell.
If the Flesh God Cult truly caused another mass panic or summoned monsters utterly beyond their understanding, their only safeguard would be his Big Brother from Hell.
"Then let's begin the final round."
The Medium narrowed her eyes, and a bloodstained talisman in her hand