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Chapter 521

Dark Spirits had all sorts of strange abilities. Those who were revived from history would receive the blessing of history, and those who were transformed from living humans would possess the secondary release of [Origin].

Of course, the extent to which they could unleash their abilities depended on the strength of their soul, as well as their flexibility.

On the contrary, although the humans had different schools of thought, at the very least, their power system was the Grandmaster of Combat system, and at least in terms of ability development, they were superior to the Dark Spirits.

If it were not for the home advantage of the Mist, and the support of the Dark Spirit King, the Dark Spirits might not be a match for the humans.

Of course, this was only temporary. Now, other than occasionally descending on other Dark Spirits to stop the humans from destroying the Mist, the Dark Spirit King spent the rest of its time sending Dark Spirits to various places in history to search for the remains of famous people in history.

There were also degrees of difficulty for the Dark Spirit King to transform into Dark Spirits. Those who were related to him in history, it was not difficult for him to pull them out of history and resurrect them into Dark Spirits. Next were the remnant souls of those who died around him.

Next were the shadows in the hearts of those who had weaknesses in their hearts. It was easy to turn them into Dark Spirits, but to obtain great power, the Dark Spirit King had to provide it himself.

Finally, it was the relics. Using the relics of others as support, the owners of the relics were awakened from history and forcibly turned into Dark Spirits.

As the relics were found one after another, generations of heroes were resurrected as Dark Spirits, and the longer this dragged on, the stronger the power of the Dark Spirits became.

Because they grew up listening to their legends, many people would unconsciously lose some of their confidence when facing historical figures. This was because legends would always constantly exaggerate those heroes.

And knowledge would strengthen these heroes. Although they had memories from when they were alive, others' knowledge of them would also affect them. The essence of their power came from the information of history, and people's knowledge represented their thoughts, and these thoughts would be linked to the information of the past.

Therefore, the humans who recognized this were actively preparing for war, doing their best to stop the expansion of the Mist, and at the same time, looking for opportunities to destroy the Mist.

After Salajia used her ability, the speed of the Mist's expansion increased rapidly, and some people who were poisoned and were about to die did not change even when they saw their companions dying, but they still did not want to admit that Ulysses was using them. Instead, they madly attacked the soldiers who were evacuating with their fainted companions.

"I'm going to become an evil spirit soon. I'm going to succeed. You bastards, go to hell! Go to hell!" The man vomiting black blood ignored the pain in his body and threw himself at the soldiers, grabbing them with all his might.

After the stimulants, brainwashing, and the final poison, they had no way out. They could only believe Ulysses' words. They could transform into evil spirits, and the more people they killed, the more powerful they would be after the transformation.

However, the truth was that this kind of soul remnant transformation required the King of Evil Spirits to do it personally. Otherwise, it could only become a sacrifice for the expansion of the fog. The remnant soul would fuse with the fog after a period of time, strengthening it.

Perhaps there would be a small number of people with stronger souls that could adapt to the misty environment and become Evil Spirits. However, those Evil Spirits were just a kind of mindless consumable that was not worth paying attention to.

All sorts of unexpected variables were occurring. For example, the rise of the fog had startled their warhorses. Most of them had already broken free from their reins and ran far away. Most of them didn't even have time to run out before they were engulfed by the fog.

The retreat plan seemed to have failed under the interference of Salajia's ability.

The master's expression changed. If these soldiers died in the fog, it would further strengthen it. Not only did they fail to save anyone when they came to pursue the civilians who had broken into the line of defense, they had also sacrificed themselves. That was absolutely not allowed.

Lines of wrinkles crawled over the master's face. The Steel Qi that flowed out of his body was increasing, to a level that no normal person could reach.

If one were to say that the Style of Force was the Master's first Style, then his core Style was the Everlasting Vitality Style that he himself created, combining Steel Aura and the body in a more stable manner, even replacing lifeforce to stay in the body and maintain the body's youthful state.

Although he usually looked like a young man in his twenties, he was actually a person of the early Flame Age, which meant that he was already over two hundred years old.

Even so, there was a price to pay. Each time he used excessive Steel Qi, it would shake the very foundation of his life.

With the Life-source Undying Style that he created as the core, he constantly adjusted the other styles and integrated them into his own style. The accumulation of Steel Qi was far beyond that of an ordinary person. He had already predicted that if they could truly integrate these styles and did not need to switch between different styles every time, he would break through the limits of a top-notch Grandmaster of Combat and become an existence that stood above them.

Still, he vaguely understood that his expectations were too late. He had now taken the wrong path. Back then, he had blindly pursued the quantity of Steel Qi and integrated too many unrelated Styles. If he had kept the number of Styles within ten, he would have completed the true fusion of Styles. Now, however, hundreds of Styles clashed with each other and restrained each other. Rashly fusing them would only end in failure.

The master's body rapidly aged, the wrinkles and age spots on his face increasing. His once black hair slowly turned white and withered, and his body began to hunch.

"Forbidden Style — Divine Air Style." The master's hands danced as he gathered the will of his entire body to control the massive Steel Qi. Every strand of Steel Qi stirred everything around him, and finally controlled them within the Steel Qi.

Every strand of air current was swirling and rising, holding up the soldiers and pulling them out of the range of the dense fog, stirring up gusts of wind that engulfed their bodies. Apart from some scratches and dizziness when they landed, there were not too many problems.

The Dark Spirits in front were also swept away by the massive air current, and some of the weaker Dark Spirits were even crushed by the air current.

The master's face reddened, and he directly spat out a mouthful of blood. His body was rapidly aging and decaying, and he had no choice but to give up on the idea of using Divine Air Style to further strangle the Dark Spirits. He quickly retracted his Steel Qi and converted it into the Everlasting Life Style. Suddenly, he felt a chill on his back, and he knew that this was not good, but he could not react in time.

A dark soul that resembled a shadow leaped out of the master's shadow, holding a horrifying white bone dagger in its hand, and stabbed it directly into the master's back.

A strand of bone-chilling air seeped into the master's body.

As soon as the dark Dark Spirit struck, it immediately retreated into the shadow, and left the master's shadow with a few leaps.

The white bone dagger, however, remained behind the master's back. Seven or eight Dark Spirits that were blown away surged to the side to block his path of retreat. The master's face was pale, and he was about to unleash Steel Qi to fight for his life.