American Exorcism Male God

In the Dark Realm, the Cat Spirit Holy Tree shone like a massive lamp, illuminating the surroundings.

Ratma suddenly stopped in his tracks, for he had heard something behind him.

Could it be that it wasn't dead?

Human-like irritation showed on the rat's face as though bugs were meant to be easily crushed, not linger like cockroaches, clinging to life.

He turned around, and this time he intended to reduce his enemy to ashes, leaving no possibility for struggle!

Her body suddenly froze, a look of surprise appearing on the rat face as the opponent propped themselves up on their hands, grey mist swirling in their pupils like vast whirlpools, as if to suck in the souls around them.

The opponent slowly stood, their aura climbing step by step.

A violent wind suddenly swept across the field, carrying away the person's long coat, which bore the traces of black blood corrosion. The coat unfurled in the wind, fluttering loudly like a black battle flag.

The opponent's body floated up, not by the strength of the wild winds, but surrounded by wisps of pale grey mist.

"Now, it's my turn!" Xu Yi suddenly looked up, fixing his gaze on Ratma.

The opponent's strength was indeed alarming, his innards slightly ruptured, injuries that would usually be fatal. Yet now, a surging power filled his body.

The three missed shots from earlier weren't because his injuries had made him lose aim.

For a sharpshooter, every squeeze of the trigger meant absolute certainty about the bullet's path.

What Ratma didn't see was that the bullets had gone past him, toward three giant rats severely wounded and on the brink of death. Lisa had blasted them into critical injury, but they hadn't died instantly.

But after the powerfully enchanted Exorcism Bullets hit them, they died on the spot with resentment.

Faint purple threads drifted in the air, flowing toward Xu Yi's eyes.

[Eyes of Obscurity +6, current progress: 100/100]

The giant rats killed by Lisa, along with the three taken down by the bullets, had just provided enough Fog of Obscurity required for the entries.

Xu Yi's soul sank into a cold sea of mist, his every inch of flesh stained by the grey fog. His body was transformed, his muscles enhanced, his bones made stronger, his blood heavier... even his internal injuries were incidentally healed.

All these enhancements were to enable him to control the ultimate ability of the entries, the Fog of Obscurity. Explore more stories with empire

Ratma's expression turned grim as he saw a grey fog serpent roaring fiercely behind his opponent.

But he wasn't too concerned; the opponent had indeed become stronger, but to think they could threaten him was a fool's dream.

A white figure descended above Xu Yi's head, and Ratma eyed the toy puppet, greed flashing in his eyes.

He could sense the puppet's extraordinariness, and once his injuries were healed, he intended to use his authority to steal the puppet's power.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Xu Yi caught the greed in his opponent's eyes, but he paid it no mind; if that was all the opponent had, this place would become their grave.

Annabelle landed in front of Xu Yi, reaching out to touch his chest.

Xu Yi felt warmth at his chest as red Necromantic Spells spread from the center, along one direction. The spells curled around his chest, his arms, his neck, stopping beneath his chin.

The red spells, like a soaring, wild dragon, branded upon Xu Yi's body.

A flash of red light passed through Xu Yi's pupils as a new power flowed into him, elevating his already peak strength further upwards.

This was Annabelle's new ability as a Curse Puppet, the only curse seal she controlled, the Soul Ascension Curse.

The so-called Soul Ascension Curse was, in fact, an upgraded version of the Necromantic Spells; it not only enhanced Spiritual Perception but also fortified the body's strength, power, speed, and other abilities.

It was like a very basic version of "Divine Descent."

Ratma watched as Xu Yi's aura surged again, frowning slightly with a hint of concern in his heart.

But that concern was limited, as his powerful regenerative ability gave him great confidence. Even if the opponent became stronger and faster, he would not be able to kill him.

But the next second, Its face changed, its small white pupils trembling in terror.

Xu Yi held a "Steel Spike" in his hand, its surface covered with intricate patterns that flowed with a silvery light, its broken edge sharp.

Ratma turned and ran, a mix of fear interwoven in her heart.

That very weapon that had instilled fear in It, It should have destroyed, and It had paid a heavy price for that, why then did it appear here, and why did it still bear divinity?

"You think it's too late to run now?"

Xu Yi lightly tapped the ground with his foot, his body shooting out like an arrow released from its bow, and in the next second, he was already in front of Ratma.

Before this, he had been no more than a common man with a number of exorcism tricks at his disposal, but only after mastering the "Fog of Obscurity" did he truly step into the realm of the "extraordinary."

The power coursing through his blood intoxicated him, the unparalleled speed, the immense strength that could shatter rocks...

Saint O'Hagan became Xu Yi's dagger, and he danced with Saint O'Hagan as if he were a butcher skillfully disassembling an ox.

Ratma let out a wretched scream as the wounds on her body kept multiplying, her healing ability rendered utterly useless under the power of Saint O'Hagan.

It tried to counterattack, but Xu Yi was like elusive smoke, appearing and disappearing unpredictably, his speed so extreme that without injury, It might have been able to keep up.

Now, she could only be the meat on the chopping board, subject to Xu Yi's prolonged execution.

Xu Yi swung Saint O'Hagan expressionlessly, severing the opponent's throat, piercing through their head... and found the effect mediocre.

Although the opponent had the body of a Ratman, it lacked those so-called weak points; piercing the head and cutting off the arms caused the same damage.

The key was that black blood, the source of Ratma's strength; once the black blood was exhausted, it would be the time of the opponent's death.

The black blood surged, and Ratma tried numerous times to splatter it onto Xu Yi, but he dodged every time, having guarded against that black blood ever since the fight began.

The severely wounded Ratma had very few tricks left to use, aside from her steel teeth that could easily destroy exorcism artifacts, there was only the black blood in her body.

The black blood was strongly corrosive to flesh; once stained, without the ability for hyper-accelerated regeneration, it would be impossible to resist.

The black blood flowing on the ground suddenly surged, slithering towards Xu Yi like a mass of snakes to bite and tear at him.

This was Ratma's trump card!

She had always concealed her ability to manipulate black blood, waiting for this moment; Xu Yi was enveloped by the rising black blood, leaving not the slightest space to dodge.

A gleam flashed in Ratma's eyes, as her blood's power was beyond imagination, confident that if the enemy touched her blood, she could disintegrate his flesh and bones.

But she noticed that there was no look of panic on Xu Yi's face, which puzzled her a bit.

Facing the black blood close at hand, Xu Yi let out a low shout, the grey light in his pupils burning fiercely. Invisible black currents erupted from within him, spinning into a whirlwind that blew the curtain of blood forcefully apart.

This was another use for the "Fog of Obscurity," not only to strengthen the self but also to interfere with reality to a certain extent.

Xu Yi burst through the encirclement of blood, his attacks becoming even more ferocious, with Saint O'Hagan striking Ratma densely like raindrops, her body riddled with wounds, black blood flowing non-stop.

Saint O'Hagan pierced Ratma's chest, slicing downwards forcefully, leaving a vast wound that revealed the inside of the body with no organs, just pure black flesh.

Xu Yi's breathing suddenly quickened—he saw it!

In the depths of the opponent's chest, a palm-sized statue was embedded, entirely black except for its white eyeballs, its shape identical to the Ratma before him.

That was the Evil God statue mentioned by Chen Lin.

Xu Yi had always thought that Ratma had grown from that statue, but now it seemed that the Ratma before him was merely a shell, and the statue within was the real entity.

No wonder the opponent could endure being slaughtered by Saint O'Hagan and still persist until now; the true weakness lay not in the body.

To truly kill the opponent, he had to destroy the Evil God statue inside the opponent's body!