However, Thierre, who also cut off the incoming resentful spirit with the [Demon Sword], discovered something.

"Can those dead auras even corrode the [Demon Sword]?"

Thierl looked at the sharp blade that was dimming red on his hands, and his face was solemn.

While the [Demon Sword] cuts off the resentful spirit, the resentful spirit is also eroding the magic power on the [Demon Sword], making the consumption of the [Demon Sword] even more intense, and over time it will become extremely fragile.

Not only that.

Thier also discovered that wherever those vengeful spirits pass, their chances of life are plundered, and those without life will be attached.

For example, those innocent people who died tragically outside the gate of the royal hall were only left with mummies. They were slowly moving and shaking up, making a faint howl, and their eyes lit up with a miserable green light.

"Has it turned into a dead soul?"

Capelin also saw this scene, and swept away the incoming resentment spirit, but his expression was extremely difficult to see.

The situation became very bad, leaving everyone in danger.

"hehe."

Moro smiled happily.

But soon, the imperial concubine's eyes flashed, she waved her hand without hesitation, pulled out a claw light and blasted to the side.

"Swish!"

Amid the faint sound of breaking through the air, a figure suddenly flashed like a ghost, and the sword light in his hand burst out and slashed towards Moro.

"clang--!"

The sword light collided fiercely, causing the sword blade and sharp claws to collide with each other, rubbing out Mars.

"I knew that Boztutchen would come directly towards me."

Moro laughed in the bursting Mars.

Sheen looked at the imperial concubine and smiled.

"I sympathize with your experience."

Sheen said so.

"But this is not the reason why you can move me, but also the people around me."

That's it.

"Come on, it's time to settle the accounts, Princess."

Sheen grinned.

Moro instead smiled.
Chapter completed!