Evil Spirit Judgment:
By drawing upon the power of all evil spirits contained within Yama's Underworld and concentrating it upon oneself, the user may pass judgment upon enemies.
The higher the user's Prayer Power, the longer the duration.
This was an extremely terrifying ability.
Not only powerful—but overwhelmingly so.
The moment Bai Jue activated Evil Spirit Judgment, his strength began to skyrocket.
In an instant, he surged straight into Rank Three—
And it still hadn't stopped.
Only after reaching mid Rank Four did the rise finally halt.
"This power…"
Bai Jue murmured in awe, feeling the terrifying strength surging through his body.
"It's intoxicating."
He could clearly sense that with a casual wave of his hand, he could unleash devastating force.
This was the power of Rank Four.
However—
The consumption of Prayer Power was equally horrifying.
"With my current reserves,"
Bai Jue muttered,
"I can probably sustain this for… one minute."
His eyes flickered.
And as the number of evil spirits within Yama's Underworld continued to increase, that time would only shorten.
No hesitation.
With a thought—
The colossal ghost-god phantom enveloping him clenched both fists and opened its mouth wide.
Inhale—
A terrifying suction force erupted like a black hole.
In the blink of an eye, countless evil spirits were forcibly dragged toward the ghost god's mouth.
And the mouth of the ghost god was directly connected to Yama's Underworld.
Which meant—
The instant those spirits were swallowed, they were immediately contained.
With just a single breath—
Nearly a thousand evil spirits were absorbed.
This was the advantage of absolute power.
Bai Jue couldn't help but burst into exhilarated laughter.
"Hahaha—this feels incredible!"
Suddenly—
His brows knit slightly.
Back when he was Rank Two, he hadn't noticed it.
But now, with his power temporarily reaching Rank Four, his perception had expanded immensely.
From multiple directions, he sensed watching eyes.
Peering.
Observing.
Without thinking, he knew exactly who they were—
The lone cultivators.
Waiting.
Hoping to seize an opportunity to snatch the Darkflame Fruits from him.
A cold smile spread across Bai Jue's face.
With a thought—
The ghost-god phantom clenched its right fist and slammed it toward one direction.
BOOM—!!
The earth in that area trembled violently.
Dust and debris shot skyward, completely shrouding the region.
Faint screams rang out—
Then abruptly cut off.
Bai Jue's voice was cold as ice as he swept his gaze across the surroundings.
"Get lost."
His voice echoed far and wide.
It reached many ears.
"What do we do? Keep waiting?"
"Forget it—I'm leaving. How is this even a fight? He could kill us effortlessly. If we provoke him, we won't even know how we died."
"I'm out too. Anyone who thinks they can touch someone like that is insane."
"Even if he's alone—even if this kind of power boost has side effects—don't forget, his teacher is still on that tower. Someone who can teach that monster… do you really think they're weak?"
"Idiots. I'm gone."
One voice after another rang out.
Fear flickered in the eyes of many lone cultivators.
Especially when looking at that massive ghost-god phantom—
What kind of ability was this…?
Some swallowed nervously.
Without hesitation, they turned and fled.
In the distance, atop a mountain ridge—
Three figures lay prone, staring in shock.
Huang Yinghao slapped his own face, trying to loosen his stiff jaw, then turned to Lu Yuanjia beside him.
"Brother Lu… are you still thinking about revenge?"
"Revenge my ass,"
Lu Yuanjia cursed, clutching his stomach.
"How the hell do we even do that? My old man's only Rank Three! This guy jumps straight to Rank Four with one transformation—he's a freak!"
The three of them were none other than the rich heirs who had just left earlier.
At first, they had intended to leave.
But after thinking it over, they felt unwilling.
So they hid nearby, wanting to secretly observe how Bai Jue would leave—
At the very least, they wanted to see whether he truly possessed strength worthy of their submission.
Now?
Watching that towering ghost-god phantom…
They were completely convinced.
"What a terrifying ability…"
The woman beside them said, patting her chest in lingering fear.
"Yinghao, thank goodness you made us hand over the Darkflame Fruits earlier. Otherwise… our fate wouldn't have been pretty."
"Yeah."
Huang Yinghao nodded, his expression complicated.
"With this kind of talent and power… he'll probably make a name for himself in Sky魁 City very soon."
"Most likely."
"Let's go. When I get back, I'm telling the old man—I'm joining the military for real training."
"Me too."
"You can't become a towering tree without enduring storms."
"…Yeah."
With those murmurs, the three quietly departed.
Back on the battlefield—
The ghost god reigned supreme.
The instant the phantom appeared, the undead that had been charging Bai Jue let out terrified shrieks and fled in all directions.
This was the overwhelming pressure of the ghost god.
After all, it radiated the very aura of Yama's Underworld.
Bai Jue snorted coldly, grabbed a Blind Wraith, and swallowed it whole, restoring a portion of his Prayer Power.
Only after confirming that all the watching presences had vanished did he finally release Evil Spirit Judgment.
The moment it ended—
His face paled significantly.
He exhaled deeply.
"This ability really is terrifying…"
he murmured.
"But the strain on my body is enormous."
This was a trump card.
Because forcefully elevating one's realm too high placed immense pressure on the physical body.
With his current physique, sustaining such power caused damage.
For at least a full day afterward, all physical attributes would be weakened.
"I should use it sparingly in the future."
"In normal situations, Yama's Underworld and Yinfire are already more than enough."
A smile slowly appeared on Bai Jue's face.
No matter what—
Breaking through realms and awakening a new ability was always something worth celebrating.
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