* Bang!!! *
An ear-piercing sound of metal twisting was heard, followed by a heavy impact and a ring of grey mist that instantly exploded.
Lin Sheng held the broken sword in his hand, his expression ferocious. His muscles and strength flowed continuously along with Saint Power, turning into the most primitive force that was transferred to the blade.
* Bang!! *
The last part of the broken sword began to crack, and pieces of it fell apart.
Fatso's fist blocked Lin Sheng's broken sword, ignoring the blood spurting out from his waist. He exerted all his strength, and blood gushed out like a fountain from his wound.
Slowly, he could not hold on anymore.
* Roar!!! *
He roared, letting out a roar that belonged to him, and then fell to the ground.
Lin Sheng's attack had exhausted his last bit of strength.
Large amounts of blood gushed out from the wound on Fatso's waist, and at the same time, a large amount of grey mist appeared.
Fatso's blood was scorching hot, and a large amount of grey mist was constantly evaporating.
Lin Sheng staggered a few steps back, and limped against the wall. He used Saint Power to heal his knee and the strained muscles on his body.
The broken sword in his hand was only left with a bare sword hilt. In the middle of the wooden shield, there was a huge crack that could be clearly seen.
"It's completely destroyed … What a pity …"
This Wooden Shield was much sturdier than a metal shield. It also had a large area of cover, and was very useful.
Unfortunately, it was now completely destroyed.
Throwing away the shield and sword hilt, Lin Sheng laboriously tore off the distorted and dented breastplate on his body.
He touched his sternum, and felt that at least four of his bones were broken.
"Cough cough …"
After coughing a few times, and spitting out a mouthful of blood, Lin Sheng slowly walked to the completely motionless Fatso.
At this moment, a large number of dense black lines were rising from Fatso's body. All of the black lines condensed into one, and became larger and clearer.
"I hope I can get something good this time …" Lin Sheng took a deep breath, and stared at the memory fragment in front of him.
He could predict that this Fatso's soul fragment was definitely much stronger than other monsters.
* Whoosh! *
With a soft sound, the black thread sank into Lin Sheng's chest like lightning.
It was as if he had been struck by lightning. His mind went blank, as if a huge electric current had flowed through his entire body.
Every cell in his body was screaming and numbing.
"Devil Reaping Formation … what bloodline do you want?"
An old voice sounded in his ears.
It was an indescribably beautiful language. Just the statement alone was like singing harmony.
"I am the strongest, so I will also choose to be the strongest!" Another young man full of excitement replied in a low voice.
"The stronger it is, the greater the risk. Can your soul withstand the transformation? "the old man continued.
"How would I know if I don't try? Master Xeoig has given me hope, and I will not let him down! "The man's words were full of ambition.
"Is that so? Everyone can only fuse with the Circle of Reaping once, but you should also know that Grandmaster Xeoig developed this technique in order to fight against decay, not to pursue power. "
"Other than me, who else can withstand the Crag Dragon's blood?" The man laughed.
The old man said no more.
His voice gradually faded.
Lin Sheng shook his head, waking up from his daze.
He did not like the state he was in just now. However, that state was necessary for him to go through the most important information in the memory fragments.
'That just now … was it the memory of the Flamethrower Fatso obtained? The Circle of Reaping can only be used once …? Xeoig developed this technique not for battle, but for longevity? 'Lin Sheng flipped through the memories in his mind.
As expected, this Fatso used the Circle of Reaping to absorb and fuse with the bloodline of a half-dragon beast called the Crag Dragon.
As a result, he received a terrifying increase in strength and vitality. He also obtained the ability to breathe fire.
Unfortunately, although his combat strength increased, his soul was contaminated by the Crag Dragon's bloodline, and became uncontrollably violent.
After fusing with the bloodline, Fatso's memories became chaotic, sometimes clear, and sometimes blurry.
'Did he turn the tables on me?' Lin Sheng shook his head. After Saint Power recovered some of its strength.
He walked up to Fatso and searched his body. He looked for possible gains.
Unfortunately, the only things left on Fatty's body were his gauntlets and gloves. It was a pity that these things were too big.
Lin Sheng picked one up and tried it, but it could not fit.
In the end, he could only give up.
Walking past Fatso's corpse, Lin Sheng carefully walked forward.
The gray fog became thicker and thicker, and slowly, he could not see his fingers in front of him.
Lin Sheng became more and more careful with each step he took.
From Fatso's memories, he knew that Fatso was guarding the last batch of Circle of Reaping in the dungeon.
This kind of Circle of Reaping was very special.
Before it was used, it could temporarily attach itself to a person's soul in the form of pure energy, in the form of a Circle of Death rune.
After selecting a target, one only needed to chant the activation incantation, and the circle would quickly fly out, dissolve, and devour the target's primordial bloodline. It would then turn into a bloodline crystal.
When the time came, one only needed to devour the crystal to obtain the corresponding bloodline.
Most importantly, the Circle of Reaping only responded to Transcendent bloodlines.
To make it easier for the user, Xeoig had added a sensing mechanism to it.
Only when it sensed that the target possessed a Transcendent bloodline would it be fully activated.
Lin Sheng continued to organize the information in his head as he walked forward.
'According to Fatso's memories, there shouldn't be any more Overseers. But it's better to be safe than sorry.'
He walked forward step by step, and it took him more than ten minutes.
Slowly, the gray fog in front of him thinned out.
Skeletons of various creatures could be seen in the cells on both sides of the tunnel.
Lin Sheng glanced around. In the cell on the left, there was the remains of a winged wolf.
In the cell on the right, there was the skull of a goat the size of a palm. However, there was a circle of tiny holes in the middle of the goat's forehead.
He became more vigilant and slowed down his pace. He tried not to make any noise.
As he walked forward, the number of skeletons in the cells gradually increased.
In some cells, there were many skeletons. Occasionally, there would be a huge skeleton in a cell.
After walking forward for a few minutes, Lin Sheng finally saw a black metal door.
He had reached the end of the tunnel.
There was only one black metal door on the wall at the end of the tunnel.
The door was seven to eight meters tall and five meters wide. It did not seem like it was made for a person of Lin Sheng's stature.
At this moment, the door was slightly ajar. Gray fog continuously spread out from inside.
Lin Sheng paused for a moment, then slowly walked forward until he reached the gap of the door.
He carefully stretched out his leg and gave it a hard push.
"Puff …"
With a muffled sound of friction, the door slowly opened wider.
Lin Sheng slowly walked through the gap.
According to Fatso's memories, this was the laboratory where the Circle of Reaping was stored.
Behind the door was a huge square pit. It was filled with a dark green fluorescent liquid.
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