"Who are you...!? Who the hell are you...!"
Lymco struggled forcefully while roaring incessantly like a ferocious beast, his magic power and aura becoming increasingly cold and even more violent.
It was evident that the young master had been completely dominated by the negative emotions erupting from within, to the point of feeling almost hysterical.
Shane naturally would not divulge his identity.
That was because he had felt that since Lymco had transformed into a demon, a gaze had been watching intently, filled with surprise and delight.
The surprise and delight were entirely directed at Lymco.
After Lymco's transformation, the other had been completely attracted to the situation, not once averting their attention from the beginning to end, always closely watching everything here.
Under Shane's hood, his mouth slightly curled up, showing a touch of amusement and mockery.
He had been waiting for the other to make a move, yet the other's patience was incredibly substantial, to an intriguing extent, leaving it unclear whether they were observing Shane's strength or Lymco's transformation.
"I shall see just how long you can hold out."
Holding the sealed Holy Sword, Shane advanced toward the hysterically roaring and struggling Lymco, extended his hand, and on the stone rock covering Lymco's body, he granted new characteristics.
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Accompanying the characteristic of "fire", the stone rock enveloping Lymco's body began to turn red.
It started to turn red and hot, like magma.
A sound akin to meat being charred emitted from the stone rock.
Lymco suddenly let out a piercing cry of agony.
The stone rock covering his body transformed into scorching magma, baking Lymco's body and causing smoke to rise from beneath the stone rock layer.
Such treatment, akin to torture, nearly drove Lymco mad.
"I'll kill you! I'm going to kill you!"
Lymco roared as if in a frenzy.
Shane turned a deaf ear.
He focused his attention on that skulking figure whose emotions had become slightly disturbed, inadvertently revealing a trace of their aura.
But it seemed he wanted to continue observing for a while longer, restraining himself.
"It seems the stimulation isn't enough yet."
Muttering to himself, Shane once again cast the Grant Magic.
Upon this Grant Magic being used, Lymco's body immediately convulsed violently.
As if suddenly lacerated by a thousand cuts, blood spurted abundantly from Lymco's body.
This time, Lymco's screams turned into shrieks.
Clearly, the damage inflicted this time was much greater than before.
Anyway, Shane had not shown much mercy; the magic power he had used to cast the Grant Magic this time was much more than the amount he had used to "ignite" those Refined Demons previously. If it were an ordinary person or even a Legendary Dragon, they might already be torn apart and dead at this point.
Under such circumstances, the aura of that person secretly observing became chaotic, and even Shane was slightly surprised.
"I hadn't expected you to not be torn into pieces; you have quite high Magic Resistance, don't you?"
That must be thanks to the Special Skill of the "Death Spirit," providing high Magic Resistance, right?
Shane was not discouraged.
"Can you withstand it this time?"
Shane smiled and stretched out his hand.
Upon it surged a magic power far denser than before.
This immense magic power, if entirely utilized to cast the Split Magic from earlier, then it was not hard to imagine that Lymco's fate would not be as fortunate anymore.
"Go join your father and uncle, young master."
Leaving such words behind, Shane unhesitatingly pressed his hand against the scorching stone rock.
And in that moment, the aura of the secretly spying person finally burst forth.
"[Duke of Horror (Astarte)]!"
Along with a harsh and grating voice, the air itself changed.
It was filled with Death Qi, filled with despair.
A jet of blackness akin to Dragon Breath, composed of countless Resentful Spirits like ghastly ghosts, emerged with faces of agony and exuded an aura that corroded everything, hurtling towards Shane's direction.
Without hesitation, Shane used Instant Movement and vanished from his spot.
The death Qi with undulating human faces blasted right before Lymco, diffusing like toxic gas.
What followed was a chilling scene.
The ground was suddenly dyed black, as if all life had been stripped away, it became parched and cracked visibly, then crumbled into gravel, transforming into a desert, and eventually vanished completely, leaving behind a shocking enormous crater.
Shane reappeared at a distance, watching this spectacle, he couldn't help but be astounded.
Looking at Lymco, who seemed to see a savior, he enunciated with mad joy.
"Save me! Save me! High Priest!"
Lymco had completely cast aside his past image.
The harsh and grating voice immediately responded to him.
"Considering you have successfully become a Great Spirit Body, this time I will overlook your loss of composure and save your life."
Saying so, from the direction of the waterfall, a shadow ghosted its way over like the Death God floating in midair.