Chapter 2217: Chapter 2215: Punishing Evil Takes Action_1 Chapter 2217: Chapter 2215: Punishing Evil Takes Action_1 The attacker seed to be a Soul Cultivator, inflicting damage upon Ethan Smith’s divine sense just as it had started to recover.
Ethan Smith hadn’t expected that after just one eting with Zendaya Reed, she’d be willing to sacrifice two True Saints under her command just to kill him.
*True Saint experts! What kind of sect is this Blood Sect? Back in the Holy Region, even the ergence of just one True Saint would stir waves across the land. Ethan certainly didn’t anticipate such an operation; in places governed by rules, there are always loopholes.*
If he hadn’t sensed the danger and escaped swiftly, encountering even one more foe would force him to tap into the spiritual energy within his body.
“Hahahaha, those old geezers talk big, but they’re nothing more than a bunch of useless True Saint Third Grades. The more they want to join their sect, the less I care for it. The Heaven’s Chosen One can only be !”
Zendaya Reed stretched lazily.
“Divine sense damaged, nothing but a waste. It’s nearly impossible for him to comprehend the power of rules at Rank Five. However, his physical body and cultivation skills are top-tier, which might explain why the elders want to extract his secrets.”
An old man said softly.
Ethan Smith’s battle on the Black Platform Continent had already caught the attention of nurous factions, including one of the major forces in This Galaxy—the Blood Sect.
A piercing pain suddenly shot through Ethan’s mind, causing his face to pale dramatically.
*The aftermath of the Underworld Technique was back—this ti, even the Pure Heart Sutra couldn’t suppress it.*
People walking the streets appeared to Ethan as exquisite feasts. He struggled to restrain himself from striking out.
No longer hesitating, Ethan quickly bolted toward the outskirts of Lorncloud City.
“Sir, wait a mont—I have a question for you.”
Several shadowy figures followed stealthily.
Just outside Lorncloud City, murder-and-loot teams often took up residence. Seeing Ethan alone, they naturally gave chase.
“Take him down—this Demonic Beast is just a True Saint Second-level.”
“Hand over your Dharma Treasures obediently, and I’ll make it quick for you.”
Another figure blocked Ethan’s path.
Suddenly, the demonic qi around Ethan dissipated,
and crimson pupils appeared before the group. The leader felt every hair on his body stand on end.
Pa!
Ethan crushed the skull of the man before him instantly, then released a dark mist from his own head, enveloping the victim’s divine sense.
It sounded almost like biting into an apple—a chewing noise clearly echoed into everyone’s ears.
Within re breaths, that divine sense had been completely devoured by Ethan’s external divine sense.
He turned, his gaze landing on the remaining three cultivators.
“It’s a misunderstanding, sir—just a misunderstanding! We’ll leave imdiately!”
Another man’s face turned pale as his voice trembled.
Before the words had fully left his mouth, his speech ca to an abrupt end.
Ethan grabbed the man by the neck, and his dark divine sense pierced the cultivator’s skull violently.
Monts later, a shadow-like divine sense was drawn out and held in Ethan’s grasp.
“Heh heh heh!”
Ethan consud the divine sense in two bites before whipping his gaze to the remaining figures.
Within an instant, the rest of the group had beco completely dazed.
*Perhaps their divine sense cultivation was simply too weak, as this bloodlust hadn’t diminished in the slightest.*
Ethan abruptly raced into the Purgatory Depths.
Along the way, he slaughtered hundreds of Demonic Beasts like a killing god, consuming every one of their souls entirely.
As he reached the True Saint Realm, he once again activated the Ghost Mansion cultivation skill, which appeared to have progressed further.
Ethan noticed a significant enhancent in his ability to manipulate divine sense. The offensive power of his dark divine sense had beco even more terrifying than that of the Golden Figure.
In re monts, the divine senses of several True Saint Cultivators were shattered and consud.
*Yet the bloodthirst seed like shackles binding him, striking fear into Ethan’s heart. He could hardly control the monstrous craving to devour souls.*
*If he continued practicing the Underworld Technique, would he eventually beco a rciless killing machine?*
After what felt like half a day, having devoured an unknown number of Demonic Beast Divine Souls,
Ethan’s vision finally began to clear.
His divine sense had recovered significantly.
Within his god sea, the Golden Figure was now partially tainted with a dark color, emanating a sinister ghostly aura.
And in his eyes, Ethan seed almost unable to et his own gaze.
*A fragnt of his dark divine sense appeared to harbor its own soul.*
On the edge of that divine sense’s head, a blade-like mark continued emitting destructive power from the laws, further deteriorating Ethan’s divine sense.
Joab Banks’s strike, it seed, couldn’t be fully repaired even by the Ghost Mansion cultivation skill.
“I can’t keep running the Underworld Technique anymore. In just half a day, I’ve completely lost control of my desires.”
Ethan thought to himself.
If the Underworld Technique advanced further, he feared his cravings would grow even more unmanageable.
anwhile, just outside Lorncloud City, three shadows hovered in the Void above several corpses.
The lead figure was the sa youth who had killed the Tiger King.
“Evil cultivation skills, yet another of Satan’s envoys. The demon race’s activities have grown increasingly rampant—and now even Satan moves—it grows more and more chaotic.”
Uncle Duncan frowned as he spoke.
The young man stared at the corpses, his expression inscrutable.
“On the first and second layers, nurous Monster Divine Souls were consud—this individual may still be nearby.”
Uncle Duncan’s vast divine sense swept over the area as he spoke to the youth.
The trio shot like lightning into the Purgatory Depths.
“Release your divine sense—or die!”
The youth approached a small team of ten.
“You bastard! Are you courting death?!”
A young man roared in anger.
Whoosh!
A sword instantly pierced through his brow.
“Executioner Sword—it’s Executioner Sect!”
A panicked voice scread.
“Spare us! We’ll release our divine sense!”
Everyone hurriedly relinquished control over their divine senses. Uncle Duncan’s overwhelming consciousness scanned the group before turning to the youth with a furrowed brow.
“It’s not them.”
“Five kiloters ahead, there are others.”
The trio vanished on the spot.
“Damn it, who provoked those killing gods of the Executioner Sect now?”
A young cultivator wiped the cold sweat from his face.
“In these past years alone, the Executioner Sect has slain thousands of demon race mbers—most of them True Saint-level Demonic Kings. I heard they’d gone back to cultivate within their sect, yet here they are, back in Purgatory.”
A powerful divine thought swept past, and Ethan suddenly felt an oppressive divine consciousness locking onto him.
The trio arrived in an instant.
“It’s you again?”
Ersyn Duncan asked curiously.
“Release your divine sense—or die.”
Executioner’s gaze remained cold as it fixed on Ethan.
“Do it. We an no harm; we’re simply verifying whether you’re connected to that evil cultivator.”
Ersyn Duncan shook her head at Ethan.
“No.”
Before Ethan finished his words, sword qi flew forth even before the blade was drawn.
The Saintly Body Skill punched through the sword qi, allowing Ethan to clap the Executioner Sword between his palms.
An icy sensation pierced his divine sense, spreading throughout Ethan’s body. He felt an imnse force surging from the blade.
Unable to hold his grip any longer, Ethan leapt backward and narrowly dodged the sword strike.
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