The Book of the Future spat, "Quit farting around; you're always doomed, always immensely powerful, and yet every time you get one-shotted by someone else. What's your old face made of? A millennia of shit?"
Asa roared in rage, "Shut up, you traitor! You simply don't understand the profoundness of an evil Spirit's soul…"
Whoosh!
A beam of white light shot up from the ground, slicing the shadow in two.
The Abyssal Aura spewed out like crazy, black filth splattering all over the place.
Rod leapt forward, living up to expectations by killing the monster before its death.
Soul Without Spirit +400 million.
Not bad.
I'm in short supply of Soul Without Spirit.
This thing doesn't have a true soul; its spirit is quite weak. Clearly, there is something else sustaining its existence.
Alan descended from the sky, praising, "Well done, little Rod."
The massive shadow collapsed behind him, like a piece of dusty cloth.
