American Exorcism Male God

In the Dark Realm, Xu Yi's face revealed a smile as the vanished blood traces reappeared, extending forward in irregular twists and turns.

Here, enveloped in pitch darkness, the blood was also black, and even with the powerful vision of the Eyes of Obscurity, it was difficult to detect.

But the black blood carried a pungent odor, and that exposed it.

Xu Yi quickened his pace, following the trail of blood.

He suddenly stopped, his muscles tensing as he vigilantly looked ahead.

"Finally we meet," he sighed inwardly.

They had many indirect encounters, mainly because the Evil God before him seemed to enjoy casting its scrutinizing gaze from time to time.

This was an adult-sized Ratman, roughly one meter sixty-two in height, with a hunched back and pitch-black fur, save for the white of its two pupils.

Its rat-like face did not elicit disgust from onlookers, but rather an inexplicable sense of majesty.

The only wound on the opponent's body was located over the heart.

This clearly didn't make sense; when the array had been suppressing the Evil God, the exorcist's various attacks should have left the being covered in wounds.

There was only one explanation for this: the wounds had healed, and it was very likely that the opponent possessed Hyper Accelerated Regeneration.

As for the wound over the heart, it wasn't that the Evil God didn't want to heal it but rather couldn't.

The shape of the wound was oval because Saint O'Hagan was an ice hammer, and Xu Yi had heard of Saint O'Hagan's ability, which was to induce incessant bleeding and life deprivation.

The injuries inflicted by Saint O'Hagan could not heal quickly, and, as the wound continued to bleed, it would steadily drain the victim's life force.

He had seen the "Blood Path" on the ground earlier for this reason.

Ratma likewise noticed Xu Yi, who prepared for battle, but the next second, he was stunned.

The opponent's first reaction was not to deal with him but to flee.

It was only in this moment that Xu Yi understood why the form of the adversary was that of a rat.

Xu Yi's heartbeat accelerated, which also confirmed one thing: the opponent was in a worse situation than he had imagined.

"Judgment!" Xu Yi took out a sketchbook and pierced the Ratman's drawn likeness with the Dagger of Sighs.

He was somewhat relieved; had Chen Lin not made contact with Ratma, he wouldn't happen to have the creature's psychic portrait on hand.

Because to activate a psychic drawing, one needed an entity that could be sensed, and through common thermal-soul patients, Ratma's existence could not be detected.

Ratma roared in anger, its body nailed to the spot, unable to move.

Xu Yi deftly drew the Alchemical Revolver Messiah, wanting to seize the moment to attack, because he knew the Judgment wouldn't control the opponent for long.

But his expression suddenly changed; he managed to fire only one shot before an invisible force struck him head-on, and he was thrown backward, crashing to the ground with great force.

The Alchemical Revolver Messiah was not loaded with ordinary bullets, but with Exorcism Bullets that sealed the soul of the black rat. Under Xu Yi's excellent marksmanship, the bullet hit Ratma's left eye.

The power of the "black rat bullet" was extraordinary, blowing away Ratma's eye socket along with half of its face, but before Xu Yi could feel any satisfaction, Ratma's face regenerated at a visible rate.

Xu Yi struggled to his feet, disregarding the fresh blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, intent on firing again.

However, the Dagger of Rest suddenly withdrew from the psychic drawing and flew towards Ratma.

Ratma grasped the Dagger of Rest and put it in its mouth.

A horrifying scene ensued; Ratma's sharp incisors clamped down, and the sturdy Dagger of Rest was forcibly snapped in two.

Xu Yi went pale with terror; if he were bitten by the creature, not just flesh and blood, but even his bones would be as fragile as tofu.

He suddenly realized that if Ratma could destroy even the Exorcism Holy Relic of Saint O'Hagan, then of course it could destroy his Dagger of Rest.

Ratma casually discarded the now useless Dagger of Rest and gave Xu Yi a cold glance before turning to leave.

Xu Yi's heart lifted; although the adversary had broken free from Judgment and destroyed the Dagger of Rest, it had, in the process, aggravated the wound at the heart, and more black blood surged forth. Fatigue showed on Ratma's face.

He wanted to fire again, but then the vague shadows of figures appeared in front of Ratma. These people, blessed by Ratma and whose souls were enthralled, formed a tight wall, leaving no angle open for a shot.

Xu Yi's brow furrowed, with three or four dozen people before him. By the time he dealt with these individuals, Ratma would be long gone, possibly with its wounds healed by then.

As he stood there, at a loss, a white figure suddenly dashed into the crowd.

The reason it's called "White Shadow" is because the figure is shrouded in layers of faint white light.

It was a person wielding a long sword, who rushed into the crowd, swinging the blade to slice open throats, with blood sliding along the edge of the sword.

The swordsmanship had a distinct Japanese style, with techniques like Kyoshin Meichi-ryu's "Reverse Rolled Blade" and Ryushin Shinto-ryu's "Swordless Capture"...

But there were also moves from European Infantry's "Right Thrust," Spanish "Military Sabre Technique," and he even recognized some sword techniques from Xia Kingdom.

"Ailan!" Xu Yi exclaimed in surprise.

He had recognized Ailan early on, but what amazed him was her swordsmanship.

Such a chaotic blend of sword techniques would have made a mess in the hands of an ordinary person, but not Ailan. She had integrated them to enter an extremely high level.

According to Xu Yi, that was the realm of a swordsmanship grandmaster, looking down on all heroes of the world.

If the two of them were to duel again, both wielding weapons, with him holding a gun and Ailan a sword, within a five-meter distance, even with his gunfight technique, he'd likely fall to her blade. Enjoy more content from empire

Her swordsmanship was just too fierce.

Xu Yi felt he had underestimated Ailan's entry ability, the "Spirit of Martial Combat," which granted her an incredible learning capacity for any combat skill, allowing her to master them with ease.

But in the skill of "swordsmanship," she obviously possessed a higher talent than any other!

"I'll handle things here!" Ailan said, turning her head to glance at Xu Yi during a lull in her attacks.

Xu Yi checked the Bonds panel to find Ailan's entry information.

[Valkyrie, Current Progress: 61/100.]

Ailan's Valkyrie entry had surpassed seventy percent; she wasn't treading water as he grew.

[Valkyrie (Green Epic):

Ability 1 - Spirit of Martial Combat: (Unlocked)

Ability 2 - Power of Dark Souls: (Unlocked)

Ability 3 - Descent of the Valkyrie: (This ability cannot be used)

]

Compared to last time, the entry hadn't changed much, except "Power of Dark Souls" went from partially unlocked to fully unlocked.

It seemed like just a few words of change, but the impact on combat power was earth-shattering.

The individuals seduced by the Evil God fought back, clutching sharp weapons as they lunged at Ailan or drew the pistols at their waists to fire.

They were just caught off guard earlier; once they regrouped, they showed their fierce combat power.

All of them were fearless, eagerly risking their lives to trap the agile Ailan, blatantly disregarding their own safety and even charging into the sword blade like madmen.

Facing the swarming "madmen," Ailan took a deep breath; she absolutely couldn't be pinned down. Her ability to contend with so many relied on her speed and agility.

She stood with her sword, her eyes slightly closed.

Then suddenly, she opened them wide, a flash of black passing in the depths of her pupils, veins on her arms bulged, and similarly, black light flowed through her meridians.

The Power of Dark Souls infused her body, instantly enhancing her strength, speed, and agility.

For a "swordsmanship grandmaster" like Ailan, every slight increase in physical strength could exponentially amplify her combat power through her swordsmanship.

Charged with Power of Dark Souls, her combat power surged like flames.

She charged into the crowd, swinging her sword unrestrained; she was like a master calligrapher, wildly splashing ink across the paper, each stroke filled with precision yet simultaneously artistic.

Blood splattered, Ailan "danced" within the mass of bodies, her blade reflecting a piercing shine.

"Truly worthy of the title Valkyrie!" Xu Yi silently praised as he witnessed the scene.

He quickened his pace, pursuing Ratma.

He didn't offer help; to do so now would be to betray Ailan's efforts.

Another white figure appeared beside Xu Yi, Lisa, also enshrouded in white light. She didn't stay either because she knew the obstacles Xu Yi faced were far more than this.