At the same time, the wonder of the "Dark Demon Form" completely collapsed, and most of the Technique Spirits annihilated themselves from sheer exhaustion. The spectral mist could provoke the weary Technique Spirits into giving 120% effort through the threat of despair, but the inevitable cost was their immediate death... But what did it matter? After all, they were just a bunch of Technique Spirits.
But now, I can finally deal with Vishi—
Thud!
The spectral mist's body shuddered, and unexpectedly, a look of reluctance appeared on his cruel and violent face: "Give me ten more minutes... Three minutes, three minutes at least... Just one minute would do, let me say a word to her..."
He seemed to have lost all his strength as his Void Wings retracted, and he fell straight into the blood-red sea.
"The sea breeze..."
Ash opened his eyes and murmured quietly, "It is indeed very soothing."
