Wizard: I crush legends with martial arts.

Even without Falbacus's reminder, Alphonse had already noticed this.

Grocchi was like an extremely concentrated stream of air, and Alphonse immersed both of his hands in the gap opened by the invisible sword energy that pierced through the body.

The touch was unpleasant, like sticky mud, wet, and even had a chilling sensation from touching something indescribable.

Just like watching a clip of a Western monster, the flowing slime would make you look at it once and never feel disgusted enough to want to touch it.

That's disgusting!

But nowadays, it's impossible not to smoke.

There is no other way to weaken Grocchi except through this method.

The death energy absorbed from the palms was not pure; it was filled with various negative emotions such as sadness, despair, pain, chaos, anxiety, and hatred.

This inevitably affected Alphonse as well.

It was as if a voice was whispering wildly in my ear.

Eerie, mysterious, terrifying, insane—all sorts of negative adjectives that can be imagined can be recalled the moment the airflow is drawn into the palm.

"You actually want to absorb my power? Hahahaha! You will only be corrupted by endless curses and become my nourishment!" Groki screamed shrilly.

It had already noticed this; Alphonse was rapidly absorbing its life essence, but it didn't care.

Alphonse's situation was indeed very bad at this point.

Various negative energies invaded the body through the palms, and a large amount of information filled the mind.

Even the surface of the body showed abnormal changes, with the skin all over the body beginning to wriggle and bulge.

My face, neck, arms, torso, thighs, and all other parts of my body began to grow countless dense, grayish-black tumors.

In the blink of an eye, tiny, distorted faces emerged from the tumors, emitting mournful screams.

But in an instant, it vanished and shrank, returning to its original state.

Alphonse's innate formless divine skill allowed him to maintain a sliver of clarity and persevere in absorbing the death energy from Groki.

This was a contest of strength. The true energy of the Innate Formless Divine Skill was rapidly expelling the harmful substances that had invaded the body, leaving only the purest deathly energy.

On the other hand, negative curses are being continuously absorbed into the body.

Alphonse's entire body had turned a deathly gray, devoid of any normal human skin color. The veins on his forehead bulged out, resembling gnarled tree roots or writhing worms.

My head felt like it was about to explode.

Even under these circumstances, he did not forget to unleash the Body-Piercing Invisible Sword Qi, sending wave after wave of sinister sword qi into Groki's massive body.

Alphonse also discovered that Grocchi was recovering at an unimaginable speed. If it wasn't attacked with the formless sword energy that broke through its body, the absorption rate would slow down, and the resistance would be greatly enhanced.

Its body was slowly sinking, and while absorbing its power, it seemed to want to swallow itself up as well.

Groki hissed, each time it was struck by an invisible sword aura that pierced its body, it would let out a mournful roar.

This strange magic is disrupting the stability of its body structure, and is even more powerful than the spatial slash of the magic sword Falbancus.

A spatial slash only completely annihilates everything within a space; it can recover. However, the damage caused by the strange magic used by this tiny ant slows down its recovery speed.

All it could do in its resistance was to unleash swarms of insects, one after another, like dark clouds that blotted out the sky, attacking the giant on its back.

Countless tentacles extending from its tail were also violently wrapping around and lashing at the enormous figure.

Kasobia, transformed into a shadow warrior, was attacked by an endless swarm of insects. Every insect that burrowed into his body never flew out again, but instead caused a violent explosion.

There was no gunpowder smoke, only the constant expansion and contraction of his body.

He had almost lost his human form, resembling only a bizarre creature formed from a large mass of writhing black smoke, but he still firmly protected his master, his fists, no longer in their original form, still pounding heavily on Groki's head.

The miasma was still spreading, and before Groki had even hit the ground, its bat-like wings had already returned to normal.

It never expected that there would be such a human freak as Alphonse, who was not afraid of the intense toxicity of its miasma, and whose negative emotions could not completely corrupt him.

The essence of life is rapidly slipping away.

But that doesn't matter. It can sense that Alphonse's recovery speed is gradually falling behind the rate of contamination, and the gap is widening. Before long, he will eventually become its nourishment.

It's just a matter of time.

But at that moment, Edson arrived, his body enveloped in a dazzling light, and pounced on him.

Knowing that Alphonse was on Grocchi's back, Edson dared not use magic to bombard him and could only resort to the most primitive hand-to-hand combat.

As a dragon, even one of the holy types, it possesses exceptional melee combat abilities.

Its hind claws clamped tightly around Groki's body, its claws flailing wildly as it opened its gaping maw to tear and bite rapidly.

The three movements were executed seamlessly, demonstrating astonishing explosive power.

Clumps of black flesh and blood were peeled off Groki's body as he screamed and roared, turning into smoke and then being thrown back into the air.

It wasn't just physical damage; the divine aura surrounding Edson was something Groki hated most, and being pressed close to him felt like being branded with hot irons.

Edson didn't gain anything either; the damage was mutual. Grocchi loathed his divine radiance, and Edson also deeply hated the negative curse on Grocchi.

The platinum scales on his massive body were constantly falling off, and his blood, gleaming with golden light, was continuously splattering.

Edson's sudden charge into close combat forced Groki to distract him, and the swarm of insects also split off more than half of its tentacles to attack Edson.

The two enormous creatures were entangled together and crashed heavily to the ground.

The ground was struck by the enormous impact, creating a huge crater.

The pervasive gray-black mist was broken by the brilliant light.

Both sides in the conflict possess powerful resilience.

This time, however, Groki was at a disadvantage. It not only had to face Edson, the holy dragon, but also Alphonse, who was constantly absorbing its life essence.

On the contrary, the bombardment from the shadow giant was negligible.

The Demon Sword Falbancus no longer had enough power to unleash the Spatial Slash, but it was secretly absorbing Groki's power to nourish itself.

It truly admired its master; it needed to transform and remove the negative curses within before it could absorb them and turn them into its own power.

Alphonse was relentlessly absorbing Groki's life essence. (End of Chapter)