With the demise of the Dead Guard, the shadow of the Sacrificial Master gradually dissipated.
Amongst the drifting ashes, a lingering glow of Blood Flames soared up and landed on the sword ridge of Pan Ying, instantly revealing a sharp, polygonal emblem like an open mouth.
The heritage of Swallowing Death fell into his hands.
But after sensing the blessings and effects of Swallowing Death slightly, Ji Jue's expression turned subtle.
By killing opponents, he can seize their souls and lives, and even use their deaths as sacrifices, preserving them within himself.
But what's the use of that for me?!
Consuming souls will inevitably bring resentment and remnants of murderous intent; the influx of numerous lives and the lingering death will rather impact the operation of his rebirth form.
This isn't a problem for the Legion; it can even add excitement, but for craftsmen, uncontrollable power is merely a burden, worth nothing.
