"Spiritualist." Tian Xixing knew that he could not mess up now, so he invited softly.

"explain."

"Destroy these stars."

"Okay." Spiritualists have the power of 'death breath', which is different from blood energy and secret arts. In terms of 'killing', spiritualists are better at it, better than anyone else. More importantly, these stars are still weak.

It is easier to kill people who are young and immature before they grow up. Tian Xixing hired a spiritualist instead of others. In fact, he wanted to eradicate it more thoroughly.

I don’t see much action at this time.

The spiritualist raised one hand, and in a blink of an eye, the sky turned into a dark ghost realm. Countless evil spirits appeared, as if ghosts gathered to devour all living creatures in the entire airspace. Even if Tian Xixing and others were not attacked, they were attacked.

It's okay.

"It's over." The spiritualist can not only resurrect people, but also kill people faster.

Tian Xixing nodded slightly.

Before the word 'um' came out of my mouth, there was another change in the sky.

A small star point with a surface covered with ‘ghost patterns’ appeared.

Slowly.

It grew bigger.

Slowly.

Its companions increased.

"What are you doing, do you want to imitate me?" The spiritualist didn't care, and waved his hand to extinguish this weaker new force. In the past years, he had faced countless opponents. Some became stronger when they met, and some became braver as they fought.

, there are some who are unyielding despite repeated defeats. However, in the end, everyone is the same, defeated by the power of their own death breath.

No one cares either.

Even if 'Xingchen' becomes stronger every time he kills it, they still have a way to deal with it.

What's more.

This kind of thing that gets weaker every time it kills is not worthy of attention at all.

Wave and then die.

No one spoke.

In less than three or five breaths, the small star dots covered with ghost talisman marks appeared again. As everyone expected, it became weaker again. However, the number was a little more than before. Moreover, like the spiritualist,

The power is also a little more similar.

certainly.

Just a little bit.

"What an annoying little thing." The spiritualist signaled again. He didn't even need to wave. The signal was enough to kill him.

Three kills and three deaths.

A few breaths later, a smaller star point with a ghost seal totem appeared... It was weaker, more numerous, and its power was more like the death breath mode. Seeing this scene, the spiritualist raised his hand, but

There was no movement or sign. Faintly, he felt a little bit bad.

At this moment, others feel the same way.

The more you kill, the weaker you get, which is theoretically a good thing.

Things that get weaker as they die are theoretically not a threat. But why do I feel so uneasy inside?

The stars are forbidden spells.

Shouldn't it get stronger and stronger?

Now like this... What does it mean to kill more and more? If the strength does not match, a hundred million times more will be useless.

Is the Human Emperor a fool?
Chapter completed!