Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Thud...

It had only emerged for a moment, not even a minute had passed.

The Demon Spirit was forcibly pulled back into the mask.

Dead, deader than dead.

Instantly knocked out with a GG.

At the same time.

Du Wei couldn't help but squint his eyes, as he felt a part of himself about to awaken.

But that was all.

Just a Demon Spirit was not enough to awaken the Evil Spirit within Du Wei.

Because what it was doing now had never been done by anyone in this world before.

Devouring a Demon God.

As it had said, its opponents were never the so-called Top Hunters because they were mere mortals in its eyes.

Its opponents were only the Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods of Solomon.

"I need more Demon Spirits."

Du Wei's eyes immediately showed signs of turning pitch black.

Although a single Demon Spirit didn't awaken the Evil Spirit Du Wei,

it had some effect.

...

Brand was feeling terrible right now.

When everyone was engulfed in darkness earlier,

he found himself inside one of the Three Stone Coffins.

Inside,

there was also a masked Demon Spirit.

With Brand's strength,

the Demon Spirit couldn't harm him; instead, it was easily crushed by him.

After all, Brand was already a hunter who had embarked on stealing the power of Demon Gods, much like the Vanity Sect and Matthew; they were all cut from the same cloth.

They were the pinnacle among hunters.

In a sense,

this era they represented was completely distorted.

The strong became stronger, the weak weaker.

And the middle power was completely severed.

Casually tossing aside a rotting face, Brand braced himself against the lid of the coffin.

Grinding his teeth, he said, "Ryan Hamel, do you think I don't know what you're trying to do? There should be two more coffins like this, and you want to use these things to resurrect yourself and use us as Sacrifices to take our power. It's laughable."

"The power of a Demon God isn't as simple as you think."

With that,

the mask on his face seemed to come alive, beginning to twist and extend many tentacle-like eerie appendages from within.

"Open!"

In an instant,

the entire Stone Coffin began to rumble loudly.

Brand let out a furious roar.

The Stone Coffin was actually forced open by a crack, and the cold rainwater immediately poured in.

Bang...

The coffin lid was flung away.

Brand leaped out.

The first thing he saw was a man standing opposite him, his back to him.

The man had withered yellow hair.

His body was gaunt.

He emitted an eerie chill like a corpse.

Rain slipped off his body, but as it hit the ground, it turned into blood.

Opposite the man,

there were two other Stone Coffins.

All of them exposed on the ground.

"Ryan Hamel?"

Brand's voice was very cold as he walked over, clenching his hands.

"The Vanity Church's records on you seem to be quite off. Boine's Three Stone Coffins have been in your hands all along, seems like you were too close to that member back then."

"So close that he didn't realize, or did he choose to conceal it?"

"However, Boine has been dead for many years, at the hands of some unknown entity. Relying on the Three Stone Coffins to resurrect yourself is simply not possible."

On the other side,

Ryan Hamel's body jolted upon hearing this and slowly twisted his body around.

No...

It could no longer be called a body.

For aside from the back, his front was actually melting away.

The blood mixed with the rainwater had come from just that.

Brand couldn't help but stop in his tracks, "This..."

As far as he knew,

The Three Stone Coffins of Boine possessed the power to grant immortality.

But in reality, that was just a legend, anything related to Demon Gods couldn't possibly be without its risks.

In the past, a European king had coveted the power of the Three Stone Coffins. Just before dying, he laid down inside one of the coffins; a hundred years later, what emerged were three identical corpses.

And the moment they appeared, they turned into Demon Spirits.

If it weren't for Boine having been killed by then, causing the power of the three Demon Spirits to be inadequate, many may have died.

But after that, the Three Stone Coffins disappeared without a trace.

It seemed to have been intentionally hidden away.

Regardless,

The information known to Brand did not match with what Ryan Hamel was encountering now.

Immediately,

Brand felt that matters were getting out of his control.

So while keeping an eye on the transforming Ryan Hamel, he searched for His Excellency the Duke, and Gascogne.

And just then,

Boom.

The lid of a stone coffin right in front, flew into the air.

It fell swiftly in mid-air and crashed heavily onto the ground.

Mud mixed with rainwater splashed everywhere.

Right after,

Brand saw "His Excellency the Duke" sit up from the coffin, his entire presence exuding an indescribable chill and terror.

It was a kind of horror that seemed as if it came straight from hell, making people shudder uncontrollably with fear.

"Ryan Hamel, how do you wish to die?"

No sooner had the words fallen,

than Du Wei appeared behind Ryan Hamel, as a dark figure suddenly emerged.

He casually took hold of a Dagger and indifferently stabbed it into the other's heart.

Blood gushed out.

The latter's whole body jolted.

He turned his head with an indescribable look in his eyes, utterly aggrieved as he gazed at Du Wei.

He opened his mouth.

But his facial features were melting, and he could only mutter unclearly, "I... I actually... to my own hand... die by my own hand..."

Only he himself knew.

What had really happened just now.

The power of Wishful Thinking that was supposed to belong to him had, ironically, been turned against himself.

He was the true Ryan Hamel.

But as it turned out, he would now become the power that was a derivative of Ryan's ability.

You could say this way of dying was truly fantastical.

It was almost like acting in a drama.

All his plans, along with his contingencies, in this moment turned to nothing.

"I... cannot accept this..."

Ryan Hamel struggled, reaching his hand towards the sky, "I still have a chance, it was he who turned me into him, I can become the True God if I abandon all this."

But Du Wei was mercilessly cold, "You sure talk a lot."

He directly grabbed Ryan Hamel's neck, no longer bothering to concern himself with the complex relationships involved.

After all,

All he wanted was for the other to die.

Crack.

Ryan Hamel's neck was twisted off.

But the other began to laugh sinisterly.

"Ignorant man, now that you've killed me, you've actually helped me. You're going to die; I can see your weakness. You're not nearly as strong as you pretend to be."

Having said that, Ryan Hamel breathed his last.

But at the same time, a chilling and terrifying presence spread recklessly from the corpse.

And on the melting skin of the corpse's face, it swelled up as if something was about to burst forth.

Brand, as if realizing something,

Cautioned, "Your Excellency the Duke, quickly discard that body, another is about to resurrect. He merely assumed Ryan Hamel's identity; in reality, he's a member of the Vanity Sect."