The Pleasure Lord

Chapter 387: Soulbane Abyssal Lance!

The sound wave, infused with the shaman's dark Qi, rippled through the air, assaulting Danny's senses with its dissonance. The eerie howl seemed to penetrate deep into his mind, causing a momentary disruption in his concentration.

As the old shaman's chilling scream reverberated through the air, dark and haunting images flooded Danny's mind. They were glimpses into the pain and suffering of unknown human beings, their agonized expressions etched into his consciousness. Faces contorted with fear and despair, their eyes pleading for mercy that would never come.

The weight of their anguish weighed heavily on Danny's heart, threatening to break his focus and resolve.

At that moment, the sonic assault became more than just a disturbance—it became a chilling reminder of the unspeakable atrocities committed by the Devil Cultivator standing before him. The screams and cries embedded in the sound waves echoed the pain and suffering inflicted upon countless innocent lives, fueling Danny's determination to put an end to this malevolence.

With unwavering focus, Danny tapped into the depths of his spiritual strength. His spiritual sense erupted, forming a powerful shield that encased his head, shielding his mind from the haunting images that sought to destabilize his resolve. In an instant, the disturbing visions dissipated, replaced by clarity and heightened awareness.

Danny's gaze sharpened, his eyes fixing upon the old shaman who was preparing to unleash a deadly attack. The shaman materialized a black fiery spear, its malevolent aura pulsating with dark energy. The threat was imminent, but Danny was prepared.

As the shaman locked eyes with Danny, a peculiar sensation washed over him. It was as if an invisible force was probing his very essence, attempting to unravel his secrets and weaknesses. The intense gaze of the shaman felt like a piercing gaze into his soul, an unsettling sensation that sent shivers down his spine.

But Danny's resolve remained unyielding. He met the shaman's gaze head-on, refusing to succumb to the intrusion. His own spiritual power surged, pushing back against the probing presence. With an indomitable will, Danny fortified his defenses, guarding his thoughts and intentions against the prying eyes of the devilish cultivator.

At that moment, a silent battle of wills unfolded, each participant seeking to gain an advantage over the other. Danny knew that his mind and spirit were his strongest assets, and he would not allow them to be compromised. With every fiber of his being, he vowed to resist the shaman's influence, determined to emerge victorious from this perilous encounter.

Danny's mind raced with newfound understanding as he realized the shaman's insidious strategy. "He's not trying to breach my soul... he's attempting to mark it!" he exclaimed in his mind.

"Soulbane Abyssal Lance!" The shaman threw the spear at him.

With this revelation, Danny swiftly evaded the spear thrown by the shaman, his agile movements synchronized with his thoughts. The spear, true to his expectations, changed its course, honing in on his every move. The stakes were high, and Danny knew he had to find a way to shake off this relentless pursuit. Even if he was faster than the spear, he felt it was gaining speed too as time passed.

Running with all his might, Danny weaved through the labyrinthine forest, hoping to divert the spear's path toward another target. However, his efforts proved fruitless as the ethereal black spear effortlessly passed through tree trunks, leaving behind a trail of decay and destruction.

Even if he was faster than the spear, he felt it was gaining speed too as time passed.

As he continued his evasion, the heavenly spirit of the book provided invaluable guidance. "It's a dark art that targets the soul of its victim. To defend against it, you must fortify your mind shield or find a way to dismantle the mark that allows it to track you," the spirit advised.

Danny's determination surged, his mind focused on finding a solution amidst the chaos. He pondered the spirit's words, seeking a plan to disrupt the shaman's connection to his soul. The forest became a battleground of wits and resilience as Danny strategized his next move.

Suddenly, a realization struck him like a bolt of lightning. "If the mark is the key, then I must find a way to destroy it," he muttered to himself, a glimmer of hope igniting within.

Danny honed his senses, searching for any indication of the mark's presence. He delved deep into his spiritual power, strengthening his mind shield, and honing his focus to the highest level.

As he ran through the forest, his spiritual senses heightened, Danny detected a faint dark energy radiating from within himself. It was the mark, a subtle yet potent connection that bound him to the shaman's sinister intentions.

Gathering his spiritual energy, Danny unleashed a surge of lightning-infused power, directing it inward to the core of his being. The surge pulsed through him, purging the mark's taint and severing its hold on his soul.

At that moment, a surge of relief washed over Danny as he felt the oppressive presence lift. The ethereal black spear faltered, its connection to him severed, and it dissipated into nothingness.

The shaman clearly looked annoyed at seeing the mark dissipate. He was about to congeal more spears and give less space to the elusive youngster darting around the forest at a fast speed. Unfortunately, the boy was much smarter and quicker in finding the mark and destroying it.

"I need to think of something else," the shaman muttered through gritted teeth, his mind racing to devise a new strategy to overcome his resilient opponent.

Meanwhile, several miles away, the battle between the three-eyed crow and the black-feathered lightning eagle raged on. Both combatants bore scars and burn marks, evidence of the fierce clash they had been engaged in. Although the three-eyed crow had been temporarily empowered by the shaman, its strength was waning with each passing moment, gradually regressing back to its original Rank 3 state.

Sensing its imminent defeat, the three-eyed crow's eyes darted toward the shaman, a desperate plea for assistance evident in its gaze. The shaman, fully aware of the situation, weighed his options. His connection with the crow had proven to be a double-edged sword, granting the creature augmented strength but also leaving it vulnerable once separated.

A sinister smile crept across the shaman's face as a new plan began to take shape in his twisted mind. He made a swift decision, realizing that the crow's continued survival hinged upon their reunion.