Chapter 472 - 306: Spirit Armor Stealth! Broken Star’s Spirit-Devouring Evolution (Part 4)

"System, time for an enhancement."

With a thought, the [Divine Power Module] activated.

[Ding! Consume Sword Aura to enhance the "Soul Absorption" Trait?]

"All in, ten wisps!"

Han Feng didn’t hesitate for a moment, directly mobilizing the precious, silvery-white Sword Aura within his body.

Ten wisps of Sword Aura instantly burned, transforming into a strange fluctuation that poured into the body of [Broken Star].

VMMMM!

The Short Sword trembled lightly, letting out a joyous cry that only Han Feng could hear.

On the surface of the originally black blade, tiny, vortex-like Runes suddenly appeared. It was as if the sword had become a miniature black hole, exuding a heart-pounding Devouring Power.

Although the suction force of this enhancement didn’t last long, its intensity was definitely comparable to the plundering speed of his [Innate Sword Body] at full power.

’I’m not done yet.’

A harsh glint flashed in Han Feng’s eyes.

’If I’m going to do this, I might as well go big.’

He mobilized the most tyrannical wisp of [Soul-Burning Sword Aura] in his body—his ultimate trump card against souls and Spiritual Bodies.

A crimson-gold light flowed down his arm, pouring unreservedly into the Short Sword.

In an instant, the jet-black Short Sword resembled a red-hot branding iron, its surface igniting with a faint, golden, ethereal flame.

An aura of destruction, searing heat, and Purification was densely compressed onto the sword’s edge.

"Go on. Dinner is served."

Han Feng tapped his finger lightly.

There was no sound of tearing through the air.

It didn’t even disturb the ripples in the seawater.

[Broken Star] vanished directly from Han Feng’s hand.

The next instant, it appeared out of thin air at the cave entrance five hundred meters away.

The Tier Four Spiritual Soldier, like a hungry wolf charging into a flock of sheep, viciously slashed at a drifting spiritual tentacle.

TZZZZT—

It was like a hot knife slicing through butter.

The spiritual tentacle, powerful enough to turn a Tier Three Martial Artist’s brain to mush, was severed in an instant without a chance to resist.

Then, a bizarre scene unfolded.

The severed section of the tentacle didn’t dissipate into the seawater.

The vortex Runes on [Broken Star]’s body spun wildly, erupting with a terrifying suction force.

That section of grayish-white Spiritual Energy, like dust targeted by a powerful vacuum cleaner, was yanked into the sword’s body with a WHOOSH.

TSSSSSS!

The [Soul-Burning Sword Aura] contained within the blade erupted instantly.

It was just like oil meeting Blazing Fire.

Before the tyrannical, soul-burning flames, the chaotic and malevolent Will contained within that piece of tentacle was incinerated in an instant, leaving nothing behind.

All that remained was a ball of the purest, attribute-less Spiritual Origin, which was swallowed in one gulp by the Spirit at the core of [Broken Star].

Hiding in the crevice between the rocks, Han Feng’s body suddenly shuddered.

Through their faint, almost imperceptible mental connection, he clearly felt a sense of satisfaction from [Broken Star].

It was a kind of pleasure similar to the feeling of being "stuffed after a huge meal."

At the same time, the Spirit of the sword had clearly grown a little stronger, and the feeling of it being connected to his very blood became even clearer.

"Holy shit..."

Han Feng stared at the dense mass of tens of thousands of spiritual tentacles at the cave entrance and couldn’t help but swallow.

’This isn’t some roadblock!’

’This is clearly a Manchu-Han Imperial Feast!’

He could even feel [Broken Star] trembling slightly in his hand. It wasn’t fear—it was excitement.

It was the frantic excitement of a starving ghost laying eyes on an all-you-can-eat buffet.

’Since you’re all being so polite, serving this meal right to my lips...’

Han Feng licked his somewhat dry lips, the greed in his eyes even more intense than that of a raider.

’...then I won’t be polite either.’