This ti, he used the Black Light summoning ritual, and Zheng Yichen didn’t mind stuffing so abnormal things into it.
He quickly left the area covered by the summoning ritual, with the fishing rod in his hand, he could normally enter and exit this range. However, even without the fishing rod it wouldn’t matter anymore, for that slash just now had created an irreparable gap in the restraining circle at the edge of the summoning ritual, allowing any being that could move normally in this area to co and go as they pleased.
After Zheng Yichen left the summoning ritual, and the fishing rod in his hand was once again thrust into the materialized Black Light magic array formation, the summoning ritual completely entered its final stage. The gathered power fully burst forth, a black light shooting straight into the sky of Hell.
The blood-colored clouds were shattered by this impact, the sky of Hell turned gloomy, and blood rain fell from the sky. Zheng Yichen extended his palm to catch the falling drops, the blood sliding off his palm and onto the ground, these blood drops not within the range of his extraordinary abilities to absorb.
"Seems... pretty good," Zheng Yichen watched the gradually disappearing black column of light with sparkling eyes. His physical strength was greatly depleted, but he was in a good ntal state. This Great Evil God had absorbed too many Evil Spirits and ntal Aberration creatures, resulting in a relatively weak soul, but it was still a soul.
And that soul was devoured by Zheng Yichen.
Devouring the temporary soul produced by the Great Evil God gave him a good ntal state, and also allowed him to release Demonic Abyss Seven Kills without much of a headache afterwards.
Looking at the fragnt in his hand, he had a bold idea. This Great Evil God stimulated by the fragnt was definitely not its original form, but the temporarily generated soul was genuine. Perhaps it wasn’t a soul of a deity or sothing similar to a Supre Demon’s soul, but he could still absorb it through his extraordinary abilities.
This presented an opportunity for operation, experience packs, indeed.
"Boss, the fragnt in your hand has lost its ’soul,’ and it’s not quite the sa as the ones you feed to White," Lilith’s projection appeared, she was holding a magnifying glass, examining the fragnt in Zheng Yichen’s hand: "Your body hasn’t grown stronger, but its influence on you has essentially dropped to zero."
"So, you’re saying this thing is now like an ordinary rock?" Zheng Yichen tossed the fragnt in his hand; it still felt sharp, but holding it in his hand didn’t make his palm go crimson from the fragnt’s power anymore.
Lilith put away the magnifying glass and shook her head: "No, the fragnt has no effect but that’s only for you, boss. Others who touch this thing will still be in trouble; it remains a strong source of contamination.
In my comparison, it’s missing a very important part compared to the initial fragnt. The previous fragnts were in a ’constant’ state, no matter how long they were stored they wouldn’t change, and would even beco stronger, whereas this fragnt has lost that constancy, it will weaken over ti until it rots away into ordinary stone."
This process will take a very long ti, but the power of ti can now affect it."
"Your words are making my bold idea seem about to fall through," Zheng Yichen pocketed the fragnt and walked towards the place where the summoning ritual had dissipated, no egg waiting to hatch was left behind in this Black Light summoning ritual.
To Zheng Yichen’s slight disappointnt, who wanted to see if there was an egg similar to Black Commander’s.
In the center of the Black Light summoning ritual lay an Evil Spirit that didn’t belong to this world, floating midair, its form undulating like a shadow, causing the surrounding space to warp slightly. As Zheng Yichen approached, the sludge-like shadow mass morphed.
It sprouted vague limbs, shadowy in form, and then eyes and a mouth appeared.
They were like silhouette eyes and mouths, curved into crescent moons, with the mouth revealing a crimson interior and the eyes emitting dark red flas that undulated.
Seeing those flas, Zheng Yichen thought of the red power unleashed by the Great Evil God. Among the various powers used by the Great Evil God, red and ash-grey were the strongest. The remaining four, though useful, did not perform as expected.
They were like the free green onions given away with purchased vegetables, useful but except for the red and ash-grey mists, the rest couldn’t normally penetrate Zheng Yichen’s spiritual protection to directly affect him. Only after grabbing him and making almost physical contact were they able to influence Zheng Yichen.
The silhouette Evil Spirit was now demonstrating that very type of red power, but not in the form of smoke.
The related force it exhibited was fire, the Flas of Rage...
So... Zheng Yichen took out another fragnt from his pocket, pondering that although it had lost its soul, it could still make a special material, especially since during his attack by the Great Evil God, there were not only the Flas of Rage but also the lazy freezing ice.
That power, which induces indolence and depression, works from the inside out. The forr can burn one to death in the truest sense with fury, while the latter will freeze one once they beco slothful and despondent.
"I’m starting to like the Hell of this world. Do you want this thing?" Zheng Yichen tossed the fragnt he was holding.
The silhouette Evil Spirit took a small step back, its action expressing rejection of the object. Zheng Yichen was sowhat surprised, "Even though it’s essentially from the sa source as you, you’re rejecting it. Is it because of properties?"
This reminded Zheng Yichen of a magnet that, once shattered, creates repulsion at the broken ends. Flas of Rage and lazy freezing ice, in terms of properties, were also opposing.
When facing the Great Evil God, Zheng Yichen was very resistant to the paralysis brought by slothful depression, as it too greatly hindered the performance of his demonic thoughts.
After putting away the fragnt, Zheng Yichen observed that this silhouette Evil Spirit was truly different from the previous Heroic Spirits and did not invoke the sa feeling of anomaly, before storing it inside his fishing rod, considering that the multi-handed Heroic Spirit was probably an exception.
Ignoring the chaos around him, Zheng Yichen left Hell quickly. He needed a good rest now, plus the blood rain here, even though it was blood, belonged to the kind he dared not risk; forcibly absorbing a bit resulted in him feeling queasy.
It was slightly better than absorbing dead blood, but not by much. One is like stuffing a mouthful of spoiled nuts, the other like eating a large handful of licorice tablets.
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