The King of Black Fog

Turning the page, the sixth Evangelical Skill on page seven could also be used for free once.

[Name: Divine Power]

[Type: Skill]

[Price: 3200 Game Coins]

[Special Effect: Release a strand of Divine Power]

[Chant: "May Your Kingdom come"]

This was the most concise skill introduction that Yang Qinglan had ever seen.

3200 Game Coins were equivalent to an A-level skill, and even "Team Treasure" (Yang Qinglan's inner nickname for Li Changzhou) only possessed A-level skills, which were "Concentration" and "Photo Transmission."

As for combat skills, he didn't have a single A-level one.

The only known A-level destructive power was the Czar Princess Bi's instinct "Telekinesis," one hit of which could obliterate five-seventy-sevenths of Prague.

A very powerful skill indeed.

Counting the 1600 Game Coins for "Bright and Upright," unlocking the "Divine Power" skill would require a total of 4800 Game Coins—Yang Qinglan wondered if she could earn that much this time.

However... Yang Qinglan always maintained a vigilance towards the Evangelical Book; once the book was taken away, all skills would disappear, and all the money spent would go to waste.

It was a bit like spending money to renovate a rental house.

Rather than that, it might be better to give the money to Li Changzhou for an upgrade... Realizing that thought had crossed her mind again, Yang Qinglan couldn't help but call out in her heart, "Team Treasure."

She pulled her thoughts back and looked toward the ghostly woman in the black dress.

"Bright and Upright" was about returning sneak attacks to the attacker and was of no use in the current situation.

She had no choice but to use "Divine Power."

She didn't know how much ability it would consume, and whether her 10 points were enough.

While Yang Qinglan was pondering, her body suddenly warmed slightly, and her black hair even started to heat up—the sun of midsummer, once it appeared, displayed its boundless power.

"I will not... let you go..." the ghostly woman's sing-song voice, carrying a chill like that of a cellar, blew into everyone's ears.

Fatal flames of light gradually enveloped the earth.

She, along with the centaur, and the concealed blade spiders, slowly sank into the ground, avoiding the sun.

"Phew!" The demon hunters all exhaled in relief.

The two nuns on the carriage stopped their chanting, and Yang Qinglan glanced at the Evangelical Book in her hand.

"Bright and Upright" reverted to being unusable;

On page seven, "Divine Power" couldn't even be flipped open—according to the rules of the Evangelical Book, the sixth Evangelical Skill could only be viewed after learning the fifth one.

Li Qianxia looked at what had been a peaceful path, now covered with bloodstains and corpses, and the dead were in terrible states.

Most were cleaved in half, the best death among them was that of the centaur.

The centaur's head had been pierced, and his body was bitten several times by the living dead, looking disgusting enough, but amidst the scattered intestines, it was surprisingly the "least bad" sight.

"Qian Xia, yours." Dan Xi from the Combat Martial Tower tossed the giant axe used by the centaur to her.

It was her spoil of war, while the centaur's corpse belonged to Dan Xi and Andy.

Abram, who fought against the living dead, was trying to find something valuable from the living dead's body.

Sivit and Brixi from the Spider Academy, along with the lead old demon hunter, came out empty-handed.

Li Qianxia caught the giant axe and checked its information.

[Name: Thunder Axe]

[Type: Item]

[Quality: C]

[Special Effect: Convert a portion of physical strength into thunder]

[Minimum Use Conditions: 3 points of ability and above]

[Introduction: Each strike of the thunder has certain power]

[Note: Deliberately imitated a certain weapon, recommended to find a blacksmith to reforge into another shape, otherwise you will be beaten when encountering the original version in the past]

Li Qianxia didn't particularly like using axes, but thinking there might be monsters in the future that needed to be countered with thunder, she decided to keep it.

Conveniently, after Li Changzhou leveled up to fourth level, there was one empty slot left in his Black Card backpack, so she put the Thunder Axe in it, and also told her brother that she had captured a spoil of war and was now safe.

The three demon hunters from the Combat Martial Tower, after collecting the spoils, heaped the corpses of the centaur, the living dead, and ordinary horses together.

Wusi from the Sorcerer School, with his human and horse legs, walked over to the pile of corpses.

He took out a red herb from the pouch around his waist, chewed it in his mouth, and casually spat out a thin stream of flames.

The flames ignited the corpses, emitting bouts of foul odors.

The elder nun, along with the younger one, chanted from the Bible, and circles of pale golden ripples swept out from them like waves across all directions.

The ripples cleansed the air, purifying the remaining malice and odors—such things could cause ordinary people to fall ill.

After Wusi set all the corpses on fire, he drank another bottle of potion, and his fiery red face, as if on the verge of ignition, slowly returned to normal.

Having done all this, he drew his silver sword from his waist and lifted his horse leg, chopping downward with one strike.

The quickly formed horse leg was severed, Wusi broke out in cold sweat, sitting down on the ground, blood gushing out from the stump like a spout.

Ismei walked over, kicked the horse leg into the flames, and handed Wusi another bottle of green potion.

Li Qianxia watched the two, Ismei's new arm, reknitted from his broken one, lacked skin, with the raw red muscle exposed, pulsating occasionally, a ghastly sight.

Then, Ismei and Wusi, both from the Sorcerer School, divided the body of Blackback.

One took the skin, and the other the legs; the rest was wrapped in a burial cloth. If the two survived the upcoming mission, they would take the body back to the academy for research.

These methods, just like the legendary witches, were very sinister.