"Let's start with a hundred years' worth of Dark Energy first," Sharlot thought.
He injected the Dark Energy from his body into the Bone Spike Whip.
The next moment, the originally pale Bone Spike Whip instantly turned blood-red, and the sharp edges of the bone thorns grew several centimeters out of thin air.
It left no doubt that anyone grazed by this blood-red Bone Spike Whip would have large chunks of flesh torn off!
White touched the energy whip in his hand, then looked at the blood-red Bone Spike Whip in Sharlot's hand.
He muttered, "This thing's original form was also an energy whip?
Someone can cultivate it to this level in one morning, while I've only managed to make it look like a twisted rope after decades.
Is this, is this reasonable?"
White, who was usually a man of few words, became a champion of complaints, feeling that life was truly a mess.
He felt that the better part of his life spent studying magic had been utterly wasted!
Since the Bone Spike Whip was quite long, Sharlot had Gwen and her father return to the bedroom to take cover.
Then, he harshly whipped annabelle!
With a loud crack!
Large chunks of fragments containing blood-red magic energy scattered on the ground.
Sharlot silently noted the time.
After two minutes, in a flash, annabelle returned to her original form.
Although the result was the same as before, Sharlot felt a significant sense of relief.
Because the time it took for annabelle to recover had increased.
This proved that this thing actually had an upper limit!
One must know, no matter how terrifying a monster is, as long as its health bar can be seen, its terror value is greatly reduced!
Thinking of this, Sharlot no longer hesitated and injected two hundred years' worth of Dark Energy into the Bone Spike Whip in his hand.
Unbeknownst to him, upon seeing Sharlot's actions, Agatha, who had been watching through the crystal ball with a relaxed expression, suddenly couldn't sit still.
She had never expected that Sharlot, who seemed to have only been cultivating for a few days, would possess so much Dark Energy within him?
Just now, she had clearly felt it through the crystal ball.
That strike contained a full hundred years' worth of Dark Energy!
It had directly caused the crystal ball to bounce to the ground.
Now you're telling me this kid can still inject magic energy into the Bone Spike Whip?
This is basically cheating!
Just as Agatha was shocked, Sharlot completed his second injection of magic energy.
This time, after injecting two hundred years' worth of Dark Energy, the originally blood-red Bone Thorn Whip turned an eerie green, and green gas permeated the air, making one feel as if they would instantly die of poisoning just by smelling it!
Sharlot didn't hesitate; he swung the second strike at annabelle again!
Bang!
This time, annabelle shattered even more!
The scattered fragments not only carried an eerie green magic energy but also continuously rotted, emitting a nauseating stench.
And the crystal ball in Agatha's hand even began to show a crack!
Her right hand trembled slightly as she touched the rapidly expanding crack in the crystal ball, exclaiming, "This is two hundred years' worth of Dark Energy!
Oh my God! Where did this kid get so much magic energy!
He's not really going to break annabelle's recovery limit, is he!"
This time, annabelle's recovery time was ten minutes.
And even after recovering, Sharlot could feel a sense of... fatigue from annabelle.
Her original smile, like one soaked in formaldehyde, now looked like that of a worker who had pulled an all-nighter for a month, utterly exhausted.
"It's working!" Sharlot's eyes lit up.
He then continued to inject three hundred years' worth of Dark Energy into the Bone Spike Whip.
This time, the Bone Spike Whip took on a new form.
From its original eerie green, it transformed into a mysterious matte black, with the entire Bone Spike Whip emitting a thick black aura.
Agatha's eyelids twitched uncontrollably when she saw it.
"No way? There's more!?"
Then, she saw Sharlot forcefully whip annabelle!
Innumerable fragments emitting black energy scattered on the ground.
And this time, annabelle's recovery time was a full half an hour!
"It seems the distance to breaking annabelle's recovery limit has shortened considerably!
Continue!"
Sharlot smiled contentedly, then continued to inject Dark Energy into the Bone Spike Whip.
Meanwhile, Agatha, watching through the crystal ball, was practically swearing.
Because, judging from the dense cracks on the crystal ball in front of her, Sharlot's attack had already broken eighty percent of annabelle's recovery limit!
He was just a step away from four hundred years' worth!
"Damn it! Sharlot isn't really going to completely shatter annabelle, is he?
Where on earth did he get so much Dark Energy!"
Agatha wiped her sweat, cursing under her breath.
Her eyes were filled with awe at the formidable younger generation.
However, in the end, the situation Agatha worried about did not occur.
Because, after injecting three hundred and fifty years' worth of Dark Energy into the Bone Spike Whip, Sharlot did not continue to add more.
Although he had indeed received Dormammu's blessing yesterday, gaining five hundred years' worth of Dark Energy, getting it and being able to skillfully control it were two different concepts.
After two days of cultivation, Sharlot was only able to control seventy percent, or three hundred and fifty years' worth, of Dark Energy.
Any more, and the Bone Spike Whip in his hand might have already succumbed and completely broken.
Seeing Sharlot stop his actions, Agatha's constantly tense nerves finally relaxed.
"Phew—I was scared to death.
I almost thought Sharlot was going to shatter my four-hundred-year-limit defense!
Now it seems my defense is still superior."
"However... judging from his use of magic and exorcism methods, he is indeed an undoubted novice who only started learning magic a few days ago.
But why does he have so much Dark Energy at his disposal?"
Agatha pondered in confusion.
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck.
She remembered the mysterious large black hand that appeared over New York City yesterday!
Others might not know what it was, but she, a Witch who had lived in the World for four hundred years and was proficient in Dark Magic, understood it exceptionally well.
That was the large hand of Dormammu, the lord of the Dark Dimension!
And judging by the energy trajectory, that large black hand had completely disappeared after pressing down on the New York Sanctum!
At the time, Agatha had thought that perhaps Ancient One had intervened and dispersed Dormammu's offensive.
But upon seeing Sharlot's current situation, Agatha couldn't help but speculate.
Perhaps, this novice was able to have so many years' worth of Dark Energy in his body because he absorbed the energy from Dormammu's large black hand?
As soon as she thought of this, Agatha's eyes lit up.
Hundreds of years' worth of Dark Energy!
One must know, ever since she was tied to a tree by her mother and the Witch hunting party in 1693, she had never absorbed so much energy again!
If she could find a way to absorb the Dark Energy within Sharlot, wouldn't her strength reach a new level?
Her lifespan extended by hundreds of years again?
Just as she was envisioning how much Dark Energy she would gain from Sharlot, her peripheral vision caught a glimpse of the crystal ball.
She saw that the crystal ball's screen showed Sharlot making new movements.
"What does this novice want to do now?
Since he can't break annabelle's recovery limit, what else can he do?"
Agatha couldn't help but look over curiously...