Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 1074 - 764: Cycle, Death

Only Fourth Tier soul power!

Gusman believed his senses could not be wrong, even now, he was very certain about this.

Yet, the attack he endured was a bona fide Fifth Tier.

Having suffered such a serious injury, any other transcendent would have died on the spot, but after Gusman’s head hit the ground, his body fell forward, and the wound showed signs of merging.

Then he saw on Roger, a different kind of power entirely distinct from others.

It was a storm of blood vitality.

Something absolutely impossible to exist within the Soul Realm.

"How can your body enter here?"

Facing Gusman’s confusion, Roger did not reply. He extended his right arm, and a pitch-black longsword appeared in his palm.

The cold light was piercing, and hidden within the blade was a power that made Gusman’s heart palpitate. Unlike the previous attack, he knew that if this black weapon pierced his body, that power would be enough to shatter his soul.

Still thinking in his mind, but the next second, severe pain swept over, and in that agony, his perception returned to normal. Only then did Gusman realize that Roger, who was standing far away earlier, had somehow appeared beside him.

And that weapon, which sent a chill to the bottom of his heart, had already pierced through his chest, nailing him firmly to the ground.

The sword hilt twisted.

Gusman seemed to hear the wailing of the soul, and at the same time, the weapon seemed to generate an infinite devouring power.

"What exactly are you?"

With a mind willing to fight to the death, yet when a gigantic eyeball dominated his entire vision, any resistance became meaningless.

Crack, crack.

The soul withered, eventually turning to something akin to charcoal. Roger stood up, and the weapon in his hand turned into a wisp of black smoke, disappearing into the air.

Simultaneously, having lost its final support, Gusman’s body collapsed with a bang, becoming the tiniest particles, leaving no trace behind.

Not until Roger stood up and turned to face Tristramy and Yumit on the other side did the two still remain in shock from what transpired earlier.

"You... you killed him?"

Tristramy stared in disbelief, and then she also noticed the anomaly on Roger’s body.

"How can your body possibly appear here?"

"It violates the rules..."

"This is an illusion, it must be an illusion!!"

But just as the words left her mouth, her figure vanished into thin air.

Despite the shock in her heart, she instinctively chose the most advantageous way to fight.

Escape!

She was never skilled in frontal combat, and with the scant power left in her body, a head-on confrontation was utterly unwinnable.

Boom!

A muffled grunt came from the void, and Tristramy’s body reappeared, much to Roger’s surprise, she completely abandoned any thought of attacking, instead prostrating on the ground and raising both hands high.

"Don’t kill me, I can give you all my power."

"I’ve sacrificed too much to reach this day..."

"If I surrender willingly, you can obtain an almost complete Fate Coin, and then you can thoroughly control it, gaining the ability to see through destiny."

"Whereas if you kill me, what you get will only be a fragmented piece."

"Don’t listen to her."

It was Yumit who spoke.

Roger turned to look.

At this moment, Yumit’s expression was entirely different from when they met not long ago.

Back then, he exuded an extreme sense of calm relaxation, but now...

"Letting her go will indeed grant you full power, but it won’t be long before a crazier and stronger enemy reappears."

"This is a special world."

"A so-called paradise, a so-called Land of Immortality, but in reality, it’s just a slightly bigger cage."

"Trust me, she has a way to restore her power, even faster than you might imagine."

"I will kill you!!"

Before Yumit could finish his sentence, Tristramy furiously lunged at him.

Her eyes hollow, her hair disheveled.

Her emaciated body was draped in a wide robe, and from any angle, Tristramy lacked the demeanor of an absolute powerhouse at this moment.

Thud!!

She only managed to take a few steps before being blocked by an invisible barrier.

Yet even so, Tristramy didn’t give up. She panted heavily, desperately squirming forward.

"Hahaha, come on, kill me!"

She screamed maniacally.

Just then, the Light Gate deep within the hall suddenly rippled, and a figure appeared out of nowhere as the light flashed.

It was an odd man with a corpulent body, much of his skin exposed. He was peculiar because beneath his skin, it seemed as if countless maggots were hiding.

Those little things wriggled, seemingly wanting to burst through the skin.

"Soul Gatherer Domurray!"

Tristramy shouted in delight.

"You finally came!"

"You finally came!"

She had entirely reversed her previous demeanor.

It appeared that her earlier performance was just a ruse; she merely intended to buy time by pretending to be weak.

Being stared at by the eyeless pits of Tristramy, Roger felt a deep malice, as if the soul’s distortion had turned this woman into a monster.

She possessed power yet lacked the pride to match it.

As Sonia had said, in a low-energy world, every transcendent aiming to break free of shackles must possess unwavering faith and courage to forge ahead.

But what Roger saw now was these transcendent beings who took shortcuts in the Soul Realm, laying bare too many weaknesses.

"Soon, you will be torn apart. We have plenty of time to study your body. Oh... every inch of skin is beckoning to me, hehe."

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