At times, he thrust with deceptive plainness-yet the blade curled through a thousand subtle turns, piercing the crania of several corpses at once.
At other moments, his sword energy dropped like a mountain, cleaving whole skeletons to dust.
The sword intent, tempered by slaughter and marked aura, condensed into something fiercer, hinting at a breakthrough through the sword intent shield.
Outside the shield, Corin and the others stared, lips parted in disbelief. "Is he cultivating by devouring marked aura?"
Lyra covered her mouth in shock. "That's impossible! Marked aura is pure negative energy. One misstep and he goes off the deep end!"
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