Nightmare's Call

Chapter 397: Transcendence: Part 2

The continuous increase of soul power was giving Lin Sheng a vague impression that he was approaching a vague boundary, which he had never felt before.

As his soul power continued to build up, his perception of that boundary was becoming clearer. The feeling was that once he broke that hurdle, he might undergo some wonderful changes.

“The extension of the soul is a by-product of soul power, willpower, attention and mental strength. The stronger the soul, the more your perception of mental concentration will improve, and the quicker the increase in holy power and dark energy. This is a virtuous circle.”

Lin Sheng’s body was gradually fading into a pure white line. Killing, ingesting, then next. The cycle repeated, and he was getting better at it.

Before he knew it, he had wiped out the entire dark-spirit population in the area. Unlike previously, things were not so smooth.

A silver-gray shadow burst out from the ground and attacked Lin Sheng from the side. He felt like a depressing blanket of coldness wrapping up around him.

“What is this?” Lin Sheng was threatened for the first time. He leaned to his left, dodging the attack of the shadow.

The shadow paused on the ground. It then turned around slowly, straightening his back. It was a humanoid monster covered in silver metal. On the back of its neck grew eight metal spikes that looked like spider legs, pointing in all directions.

This was not the most eye-catching; what caught Lin Sheng’s attention was the black chain wrapping around its body. The chain pierced through and out of his flesh and veins, and some were connected to the broken armor on his body.

“You broke the rules, outsider!” The monster warned in a hoarse voice. “You are going to break the balance.”

“What then?” Lin Sheng waved the white sword in his hand. In a split second, he had come before the monster, striking down his sword at an angle with mercy.

But the monster was no slouch either. It stepped aside, just missing the sword.

“So this is your choice?” The monster spread out his arms and spun, flinging out the black chains from his body. The black chains began to spin by themselves as if they were living things—and actually there were.

Without warning, the chains flew toward Lin Sheng at once.

“Holy flame.” Lin Sheng was calm as white flames rose around him. But these were not fires but extremely high concentrations of holy power, which when grouped together it formed a strange appearance.

There were few holy power skills Lin Sheng knew. But those he could use were all extremely practical. These skills were an inspiration from the dark energy system. His only real holy power skill was the self-developed holy power disc. No one except him knew about it.

The chains moved like a moth to a flame; they plunged into it, melted and dripped to the ground as black liquid.

The monster screamed in pain. Three slender dark-red tongues were twisting in its wide-open mouth.

“Gravedigger, come here!” The monster made a terrible scream as it rolled on the ground. Its back squirmed violently and split as a long thin red line appeared. After a moment of horrible shriek, the back of the monster split apart, and a white-haired old man with a sickle and four smoky arms rose out.

“Sickle of Agony.” The Gravedigger struck his sickle at Lin Sheng using all his strength.

But there were over ten meters between them. For a moment, Lin Sheng thought he was mistaken. But he still stepped back to see how the old man would react.

He suddenly saw a flash of light only to find himself under the sickle as if he had moved toward it. This was rather unexpected.

He whisked his sword in an upward motion, intercepted the sickle. Easy-peasy. Just when he was about to strike down his sword to cut the black smoky arms, he again moved a dozen meters back to his original position. So his sword missed the targets, he retracted it back in.

“What’s this? So awesome!” This was the first for Lin Sheng. It was a teleportation technique performed irregardless of the object’s condition.

Pneumaleap. It was the powerful skill of the Gravedigger.

Here again, it involves the concept of a spiritual being. It is a concept that belongs to the realm of the dark spirits. Because each evil spirit has its inherent limits, this means that their spiritual position (status and class) is inherently different. The so-called spiritual position can be simply understood as a comparative change in status, position, pros and cons that happen in a short time.

Lin Sheng had struck with his sword twice in a row, and both times he returned without success. Right now, he was a little curious about this ability. He did not believe that this ability is unlimited.

Again, he waved his swords and attacked but was still deflected by the shift of position.

Lin Sheng frowned. Suddenly, holy power exploded in his sword, shooting out dozens of bright-white beams with half of them striking the unsuspecting Gravedigger. He wailed in pain. A large chunk of flesh was missing from his waist, purified by the beam of holy power.

“You only shift one target at a time? It was useless on a group of radiating beams!”

Lin Sheng stepped forward and thrust his sword into the Gravedigger’s chest.

A pure white light rose from a group of flame, pushing back the surrounding red slightly. After a short while, a fist-sized dark-spirit bead emerged from the flame. Lin Sheng took it in his hand.

His explosive power surpassed that of the Gravedigger by several levels. It was horrifyingly powerful. Lin Sheng could make three or four moves when the Gravedigger made one. This was the factor that set the two apart.

“The caretaker is dead! Oh, my god! You killed the caretaker!” A dark spirit in the front right far ahead screamed at Lin Sheng in horror.

“What’s wrong with its death? Does it matter?” Lin Sheng wondered, speaking in Deviltongue. He was getting better and better at it.

“The caretaker is the clone of the marshal. You’re dead, man! You’re dead! How dare you kill the marshal!” The dark spirit yelled.

Lin Sheng shot out a beam of holy light, piercing through the dark spirit as he watched it went up in flame, turned into a bead, and fell to the ground. He was surprised after ingesting the dark-spirit bead; the soul power this bead provided was equal to that of two Darkspirit Generals. Had it not been for his explosively repressive holy power, perhaps this would have been a protracted battle.

“Next. Let’s keep it going.” Lin Sheng had not much expression on his face. He looked into the distance, randomly chose a heading, and flew in that direction.

He was unassailable wherever he went, killing all dark spirits that stood in his way instantly and collecting their dark-spirit beads.