While adjusting to this new space, I felt my corruption, all my mana, and even my energy had returned to .
I was no longer exhausted or hurt in the slightest.
It felt like my body's state had been reset to how it was yesterday.
Using my newly recovered corruption, I manifested two pitch-black daggers, which were invisible as they blended in with the darkness of the space.
Looking down at my hands, I saw nothing; if not for the fact that I could feel them, I would genuinely believe there was nothing in my hands.
Getting used to the feeling of basically walking on nothing but pure darkness, I moved towards the tree at a walking pace.
As I approached the tree, this outer-space-like world seed to plunge further into darkness as the stars beca farther and farther away.
When I arrived at the tree's trunk, only one star was left, barely visible through the branches of the tree.
Moving my remaining corruption near the blood-red substance in my body but not yet combining them, I freed one of my hands and extended it.
In front of stood a trunk that seed to tower forever, and I couldn't see its top, even with my eyes. On that trunk, there were countless cracks.
Peering through the cracks, I saw countless spots of black on the interior and even so small black shapes moving around inside the trunk.
How do you remove corruption from a tree?
You kill it.
The physical manifestation of corruption lay slumbering and slowly spreading inside this tree, slowly taking control.
Now, how was I going to lure it out?
What does any monster want?
More power.
Dissolving the two daggers in my hands, I allowed my hands to be covered in the pitch-black aura of corruption.
Extending my hands to touch the trunk, I offered the corruption in my hands as bait and watched through the cracks in the tree.
Shapes of black figures move around and slowly accumulate in the center of the trunk, creating a big blob of corruption.
Seeing the blob at its maximum capacity, I removed my hand and dashed outwards, my eyes still locked on the crack.
Then, the big blog of corruption finally moved towards the crack, but instead of moving through the hole, the blob allowed bits of corruption to fall off it and onto the invisible floor outside the tree.
Finally, as the last bit of corruption leaked out of the tree and onto the floor, I examined the crack one more ti, ensuring that no corruption remained in the tree.
There was no more.
Looking down at the floor next to the tree, I saw the countless drops of corruption again accumulating, but... this ti not to form a blob.
Attacking the corruption right now wouldn't do anything as it didn't have a form yet, so I patiently watched the small droplets combine.
Eventually, the droplets started eruptions upwards, creating a gigantic wall of corruption, and then they expanded outwards.
Then, it all stopped as the corruption took on its final form.
In front of stood a human-like figure made of corruption, except there were no eyes. A pitch-black aura surrounded the figure, darker than even the void space we were in.
The figure the corruption took on felt familiar... because it was .
In front of was a replica of Ren.
Manifesting my two corrupted daggers, I waited for the first attack of the corrupted figure... but it also waited.
"...oh, right, it's too..."
Combining the corruption and blood-red substance, I manifested a wing on my right shoulder before flapping it.
The next mont, I was right in front of the corrupted figures, with my daggers already relentlessly slashing at it.
However, every ti my daggers slashed and made a hole in the figure, countless more bits of corruption filled those holes back in imdiately, rendering my attacks useless.
Looking upwards, I saw the corrupted figure looking at with a wicked smile on his face.
The only reason Liam could damage this corrupted creature was because of his light-blue sword, which was made of pure divinity.
Thus, the entire attack and attack pattern were different, so I had no idea what the monster would do next.
All I knew was its moveset.
Flapping my wing again, I appeared 10 ters away from the corrupted figure and watched as it slashed its long arm, releasing countless pitch-black slashes at .
Unlike the figure, I didn't have instant healing, so I flapped my wing once, appearing 10 ters up in the air.
Flapping my wing over 10 tis, I intricately moved to new locations every second to avoid the slashes released by the corrupted figure.
Seeing the figure slow its barrage of slashes down, I took a mont to dismiss the two corrupted daggers in my hand.
Summoning an elegant, night-black bow in my hands, I nocked an arrow and aid right at the figure's head.
Releasing the arrow, I watched as the corrupted figure stood completely still, letting the arrow fly right through his head and create a massive hole.
The hole was then filled in the next second.
He was immune to corruption...
Dismissing my bow, I stared at the figure, whose body was just made of corruption, and pulled down the hood of my cloak.
Not giving any ti to devise a solution, the corrupted figure pulled a sword out of the air in front of him, imbuing the pitch-black aura around him into the sword.
The pitch-black swords then multiplied until ten were above him, and then, at his gesture, all the swords ca flying at .
Then, in the next second, the corrupted figure also sprinted at , the claws on his hands dangerously sharp.
Dispersing my wing, I used Dragon's Transformation to make both my hands turn into those of dragons, with claws at the end of them.
Swiping at the incoming swords with my claws like they were nothing, I knocked them all to the floor.
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