Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

In the rear.

Du Wei turned his head to look.

Then, he saw a man with silver hair, clad in black and wearing a mask, approaching step by step.

The other did not seem human at all.

Because of that thick scent of death and decay, as if emerging from hell, there was no sign of life whatsoever.

Or rather.

The uninvited guest arriving before the two of them at this moment was a Demon Spirit.

Du Wei's expression was very ugly, "The thirteenth person who perished alongside Ryan Hamel?"

Brand followed by saying, "Yes, him, but his current state is quite strange, as if dead yet seemingly alive."

Just then.

The approaching unknown entity suddenly spoke.

"Brand, Director Du Wei, you seem to have misunderstood something."

"My name is Ryan Hamel."

"I thought I would have to wait a long time, but I didn't expect this day to come faster than I imagined. It's just a pity that the backup plan I laid out back then somehow got lost somewhere."

"As a result, I can only use that bastard's body."

"But that's fine too, the power of a Demon Spirit, combined with the being that a Top Hunter became after death, is enough for me to use for now."

Ryan Hamel seemed to care neither about Brand's strength nor about the opposite Du Wei.

He looked at Du Wei with a weird gaze and said with a cold laugh, "Welcome to my world, Director Du Wei."

"You don't seem very happy, though?"

"Is it because my welcoming ceremony isn't warm enough?"

While speaking, Ryan Hamel extended a finger and placed it at the mouth of his mask.

"Shh..."

"Now, let's keep quiet."

No sooner had he spoken.

Ryan Hamel's figure disappeared.

Brand appeared where he had been, lunging at thin air.

"Damn it, Ryan Hamel, what exactly do you want to do?"

In the rear.

Du Wei frowned, immediately wanting to retreat.

But as soon as he thought to do so, the decaying scent filled the surroundings, and he saw a mask magnifying before his eyes.

Bang...

Two daggers blocked that mask.

From in front of Du Wei, a shadow holding two daggers, like the most loyal guard, resisted Ryan Hamel.

Its eyes, full of blood vessels, also emitted a strong malice.

Du Wei coldly looked at Ryan Hamel, "You really want to kill me?"

"Why not?"

"You've ruined my backup plan; if not for being forced to awaken, if not for some other arrangements I made before I died, my resurrection plan would've completely failed."

"And I smell my foolish son on you."

"What have you done to Freddy?"

After speaking, Ryan Hamel reached out and jabbed at the shadow's eyes.

He went straight through.

His target was Du Wei.

"I made a promise that I would take good care of Freddy..."

But Du Wei scoffed, "Don't worry, your son is doing very well, every day he has lots of friends to play with."

As he spoke.

Du Wei also made his move.

He reached out to grab Ryan Hamel, since the latter could hardly be considered human, he could be Marked.

Once Marked.

He had a way to kill him.

Brand at the side also reached out towards this side.

His ability to control objects from afar like Du Wei's Evil Spirit Transformation, while fundamentally different, was very effective when put into action.

Ryan Hamel's body jerked and then disappeared in an instant.

Only his voice still echoed, "What a pity."

The same.

Du Wei also regretfully retracted his hand, thinking to himself, "Indeed, it is very regrettable."

And at that very moment.

The sarcophagus that everyone had forgotten about.

Suddenly...

The original slit opened, and a dull fog surged out from within, like water bursting from a dam, violently overwhelming.

In the blink of an eye, it spread wildly.

Directly enveloping both Du Wei and Brand.

Their sight was affected.

All they could hear was Brand's voice.

He said, "If these are your only tricks, Ryan Hamel, you are far too optimistic..."

"Disperse."

The tone of his voice was odd.

But as soon as he said it, the fog, like an obedient pet, actually completely dissipated.

But looking around.

There was no trace of Ryan Hamel in sight.

There was only a torrential downpour, and in front of the two men, the sarcophagus, from which one could see a hand drooping out of a crack.

The nails were gray, and the hand was covered with livor mortis.

Yet, at that moment, the hand was trembling slightly, as if it were coming back to life.

Du Wei immediately opened his overcoat and took out the long-unused flintlock gun, aimed it directly at that hand and pulled the trigger.

A 'thud' sound echoed.

Smoke wafted faintly.

The bullet hit the hand, blowing it to pieces.

And at the same time.

Amid the torrential rain, the sound of the piano music became more and more muffled, as if it had moved from one tone to another.

Ryan Hamel's voice came from no discernable direction.

"Now, this here is my world, and now, I will hold a funeral for each and every one of you,"

"You may try to resist, and I am very much looking forward to seeing if you can break the measures I laid out twenty years ago."

"So, please begin your performance."

Upon hearing this.

Du Wei's eyebrows knit tightly together, and he silently surveyed his surroundings.

Brand's expression, standing beside him, grew increasingly gloomy.

"Ridiculous, you have been dead for twenty years, relying solely on the power of Evil Spirit Transformation, you cannot touch the power of the Demon God, and it's clear that you are not in your right state."

"I will personally put an end to you."

As his voice fell, Brand covered his mask with his left hand and pressed his Right Hand on the ground.

He seemed to have entered a peculiar state, attempting to locate the position of Ryan Hamel.

"Brand, the one who is really ridiculous here is you,"

"You people have gone down a road of no return."

"Stealing the power of the Demon God will only result in your assimilation, but I, Ryan Hamel, have never needed it."

"Give me enough time, and I will become a god."

These words were very similar to what Evil Spirit Du Wei had once said.

Suddenly, Brand's eyes filled with complexity.

Clenching his teeth, he said, "You don't have the right."

The very next second.

Brand looked up at the sky: "Affecting the five senses, it seems you really have taken control of the mask, but what about your own abilities?"

"There's something wrong with you, Ryan Hamel."

He reached out his hand toward the sky.

With a violent swipe.

The figure of Ryan Hamel became visible.

In a very sinister tone, he said, "So what if there is, can you kill me? Even if my abilities have been separated from me, I can still win."