What do you mean by saying that the corpses I sew are all ominous creatures?

"Get down!"

I gave a low shout, and the muscles in my arms instantly bulged.

A massive amount of malevolent energy is surging continuously through the meridians that run through the arms and chest.

Using this immense burst of force, I gripped the hilt tightly with both hands, and with a sudden surge of power from my waist, I turned the still violently struggling black knife around and plunged the tip into the ground at the bottom of the well.

A muffled "plop" sound.

I don't know if this black knife is hard or sharp.

With the terrifying power amplified by my Mountain-Shaking Strength and Self-Sewing Technique, this black blade, over a meter long, actually pierced through the hard bluestone floor at the bottom of the well.

Its entire black blade sank into the ground, leaving only the hilt, which I held tightly in my hands.

However, the battle did not end there.

The black knife, which I had forcibly driven into the ground, erupted with unprecedented resistance.

As the blade resisted, a dense, almost black, bloodthirsty aura surged wildly from inside the hilt.

This bloodthirsty energy surged through my palm, desperately trying to penetrate my meridians, invade my body, and attempt to destroy me completely from within.

The feeling was like holding two red-hot branding irons in your hands.

"Trying to turn against me? That's nothing!"

My expression remained unchanged, but my eyes became unusually sharp.

With a slight thought, the evil core within my dantian began to spin wildly.

A massive surge of malevolent energy erupted from my hands without restraint.

A layer of golden light faintly appeared on my arms.

When this jade-colored aura, imbued with the might of a dragon, collided with the blood-red aura that attempted to invade, the outcome was without a doubt.

That originally arrogant and domineering bloodthirsty aura was instantly suppressed by me and began to reckon.

I gave it no chance to breathe, gripping the knife handle tightly with both hands.

At the same time, the malevolent energy within his body poured down continuously, like Mount Tai pressing down, forcing the bloodthirsty energy back inch by inch.

One inch, two inches, three inches...

With my powerful physique and ever-renewing Fiend Core, I forcefully suppressed the raging bloodthirsty energy along my palm, forcing it back into the hilt of the sword.

Then it continued downwards, pressing back deep into the blade.

This clash of power and energy lasted for several minutes at the bottom of the narrow well.

The immense exertion caused a fine layer of sweat to appear on my forehead.

But my hands remained as steady as a rock, without the slightest slackening.

This intense stalemate continued for several minutes.

Gradually, I felt the black knife in my hand struggling weaker and weaker.

At the same time, the trembling sound emanating from its blade gradually subsided, and the hostile and violent resistance was rapidly fading away.

Finally, the black knife completely stopped resisting, silently stuck in the ground, motionless.

At the same time, I felt the malevolent energy flowing into me along the hilt of the knife suddenly no longer encounter any resistance.

That feeling was wonderful.

It's like a previously blocked meridian suddenly being completely cleared.

My malevolent energy flowed unimpeded through every corner of the black blade, and I could even clearly perceive the subtle structure and energy pathways inside the blade.

At this moment, the once unruly and murderous black blade became incredibly obedient in my hands, as if it had become an extension of my body.

I slowly loosened one hand, looking at the knife hilt that was still tightly gripped in my right hand, a hint of surprise flashing in my eyes.

This feeling... it's like I forcibly tamed her?

After confirming that the mysterious black blade in my hand had completely stopped resisting and had fully accepted the evil energy I had poured in, I slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.

That silent, two-way battle just now really took a lot of my energy.

Fortunately, the results are good.

This unruly weapon has now been forcibly suppressed by me, or rather, it can be said that I have subdued it.

With a thought, I cut off the flow of malevolent energy surging like a river into the meridians of my arms.

As the flow of malevolent energy ceased, the chilling fluctuations on the blade also subsided.

It sat quietly in the cracked blue brick floor, and apart from being completely black and non-reflective, it looked like an ordinary, lifeless piece of iron.

"Next, I'll take you up there," I thought to myself.

I readjusted my stance, placing my feet firmly on the ground, one in front of the other, and gripped the knife handle tightly with both hands again.

In my subconscious, I had just unleashed the power to shake mountains and used all my strength in both arms.

This meter-long blade was practically "smashed" into the hard blue brick floor by me.

I smashed spiderweb-like cracks into the blue bricks at the bottom of the well.

It's easy to imagine how tightly the blade must have been wedged between the knife and the surrounding mud and bricks.

With this in mind, I took a deep breath and focused on the movement of my waist and stance.

The force with which he drew the sword naturally increased by three points more than he had anticipated.

"rise!"

I gave a low shout and suddenly pushed my arms upward.

However, the moment I exerted my strength, a strong sense of weightlessness and absurdity instantly overwhelmed me.

I completely underestimated how sharp this black knife was!

It wasn't "smashed" into the ground by me at all!

Instead, it sliced ​​through the hard blue bricks at the bottom of the well as easily as cutting hot tofu.

This results in almost no friction between the blade and the surrounding material.

My forceful pull, which added three extra points of strength, not only didn't encounter the huge resistance I expected, but actually felt a sudden lightness in my hand.

The momentary loss of balance caused me to lean back for a second.

What's even more deadly is that although I cut off the subsequent injection of evil energy into this black knife, its blade is still in a "charging" state, completely filled with my evil energy.

Just as I used too much force and swung the knife handle backward with both hands, the murderous aura inside the blade seemed to find an outlet.

"Buzz—!"

With a crisp and high-pitched sound, a sharp blade of light, a meter long and semi-transparent jade-colored and semi-dark red, burst out directly from the black blade!

The blade of light, carrying an overwhelming momentum, drew a dazzling arc in the narrow space at the bottom of the well, heading straight for the well wall in front of me.

"BOOM!!!"

A loud bang exploded at the bottom of the ancient well.

The blade light, unleashed by my murderous aura, struck the ancient, bluish-gray brick wall squarely.

Those hard, ancient bricks, which had stood for countless years, were as fragile as paper in the face of this blade of light.

It was instantly torn apart by the terrifying destructive power of the blade's edge.

Large amounts of broken bricks, mud, and dust flew out in all directions!