The layers of black net that had been lifted from the ground began to shrink. The moment it appeared, Hodgdon's space of movement was compressed. The dense and shocking number of black lines filled his vision.
This was much more ferocious than when Hochidon had kicked away a sarcophagus. His expression immediately changed. His feet fiercely rubbed against the ground, but he saw the rocks on the ground strangely deform and stand up, like pieces of hard tombstones standing around him.
"Stone Refinement!"
Red light surged in Hodgdon's hand. He swiped his hand around, and the tombstones shattered in response, condensing into countless thorny stone spears that flashed with cold light and shot in all directions.
There was no expected snapping sound. The stone spears that were sharp enough to pierce through steel were unable to cause any damage to the black net. When they shot into the net, it was as if they were slipping strangely and had their momentum reduced. They spun along the edges of the net and then fell powerlessly to the ground.
"These lines are strange!"
Hodgdon's heart trembled. A gust of wind blew past his ear. He subconsciously turned his head, still with a ferocious smile on his face. He opened his five fingers and brazenly grabbed Yarlin's fist. "Bone Refinement!"
The soundless collision caused a ripple to form in the air. Even the sound of the collision was strangely muted. Arlen felt the bone in his hand tremble slightly, the kind that was extremely slight. If one didn't pay close attention, they wouldn't have been able to detect it. Then, there was a crisp cracking sound. Hochidon's claw seemed to have been crushed by a bulldozer. The joints of his five fingers were all broken, and the thick white bones pierced through his flesh in a horrifying manner.
Yarlin's eyes flashed. He bent his front leg forward and opened his fist. The web between his thumb and forefinger reached for Hodgdon's neck. Two of his fingers left dark marks as he licked.
His scalp suddenly went numb. Cold sweat dripped from his forehead. He kicked the ground and flew back. However, the Black Net Prison behind him was also rapidly contracting. It was like a locked cage that forced him to have nowhere to hide. He could only grit his teeth and continue to fight Yarlin in close combat.
Bang bang bang …
Amidst the sound of fists and feet colliding, the red light of Bone Refinement seemed to have been shattered into pieces. Hochidon had no choice but to slip and fall to the ground. He rolled to dodge Yarlin's attack and lowered his head to bite the broken cross hanging from his neck with his teeth. "Refinement, Repentance!"
A carved corpse was tied to the cross. Red light emerged, and the corpse seemed to come alive. The wrinkled and withered body was covered in red light, like a burning flame. The corpse's face strangely wriggled into Hochidon's face, while his own face strangely turned into a burnt and wrinkled face.
Around the stone hall, on the ground, on the walls, and even on the ceiling, there were red crosses. Every cross had a struggling corpse wrapped around it. They all raised their heads at the same time, revealing Hodgdon's face, as if they were chanting some kind of gospel of salvation.
"What a strange ability, interesting!" Yarlin licked his lips. With a tap of his foot, a rock let out a sharp whistle and shot like a bullet towards the corpse that was holding the cross as if its identity had been switched.
Like a bullet shot into an old tree root, the corpse's chest was torn open, and viscous corpse fluid flowed out. The corpse held the cross tightly, while the other hand pressed against the ground. It roared at Yarlin, "Repent, sinner!"
Yarlin dodged, and a red cross pierced out of the ground. The ghost with Hochidon's face wrapped around it grabbed at his ankle. The spreading black net on the ground seemed to have no effect on it. Yarlin's pupils contracted slightly, and the shadow on the edge of his palm became more and more solid.
"Scar Blade!"
The Yin Mark on his palm seemed to have solidified into a sharp blade, splitting the ghost into two from the middle. The faint black gas fell on the cross like gangrene attached to the bone, quickly melting it into a puddle of rancid black water.
Chi Chi Chi!
The ghosts that penetrated the black net and came from all directions were shattered into pieces by Yarlin's Scar Blade. The rancid black liquid spread under his feet, soaking his shoes. He walked towards the original body that was holding the cross in the center.
Corpse fluid flowed out of the body, and the two burnt eyeballs stared at Yarlin. It seemed that it couldn't believe that the souls tied to the cross were melted into black liquid.
The next moment.
The Scar Blade slashed down, and the corpse fluid that sprayed out exploded. All the Hochidons in the scarlet crosses around let out ear-piercing screams. One of the crosses suddenly shattered into pieces, and the phantom on top of it immediately solidified. The Hochidon walked out with the cross in its hand, its forehead covered in sweat.
He looked at the crack in the center of the cross, and a moldy smell wafted out of the black crack. Hodgeton looked at Arlen with a pained expression. He looked at him with fear, and the other man was staring at him with great interest. His eyes were like two pupils, and there was a black light in them. It didn't seem like he was looking at his own kind, but rather a collector's item. It was full of greed and covetousness, and it made Hodgeton shudder.
"Give that cross to me!" Yarlin turned his neck and spread out his left hand.
A layer of cold sweat appeared on Hochidon's back. He looked at Yarlin with great fear, and then he clenched his teeth and said, "I'll give this cross to you, and you let me go."
Yarlin waved his hand, and Hochidon threw the cross to Yarlin. At the same time, he turned around and quickly ran towards the direction of the cave.
Yarlin grabbed the cross and rubbed it with his fingers. He narrowed his eyes and stared at Hochidon's fleeing figure. The corner of his mouth curled up, and he said eerily, "Wretch Spider, stop him."
"The guy behind me didn't catch up!" Hochidon breathed a sigh of relief, and then he was shocked to find that his body had become heavy and stiff. Every time he took a step forward, he felt as if there were shackles deep in his flesh, holding him back from leaning forward. He realized that something was wrong, and then he looked down at his ankle. He was shocked to see red spider silk wrapped around his ankle, and it was densely spreading towards his pants and knees. A spider with a crying face pattern on its back was sitting on his instep, looking at him with its teeth bared.
"What time is this?" Hochidon was stunned. His red pupils constricted and trembled. He realized that there was something wrong with this Crimson Wretch Spider, and it gave him a strange and familiar feeling. He said in disbelief, "This seems to be a condensed body formed after a soul has been refined, but …"
Hochidon's feet were rooted to the ground, and he looked behind him in shock.
"Absorb!"
Along Yarlin's palm, countless black lines flowed into the cross like rolling black fog. Inch by inch, black patterns appeared on the surface of the cross, and the face of the strange human sculpture wrapped around the cross squirmed strangely, as if it was peeling off its skin, and turned into Yarlin's face. Then, it turned into a cloud of black gas and was absorbed into Yarlin's body through the pores all over his body. A cross tattoo quietly appeared on his forehead …
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