Chapter 693: Chapter 693: Abyssal Wizard Saramo

Looking at the towering mass of flesh in front of him, Song Jian frowned, this sort of monster didn’t even inspire a desire to fight, he simply didn’t want to get near it.

However, upon hearing the stitched monster repeatedly calling its own name, an idea crossed Song Jian’s mind about a skill he possessed, the Shackles Mark;

Once you know your opponent’s true name and have some of their flesh, you can infuse it with the Shackles Mark, leading to the direct destruction of their soul;

“Kurasomodo, I like this name.” Song Jian said with a small smile, and then with a swing of his sword, he cut into the monster, slicing off a piece of rancid-smelling flesh before it could react;

Roar~

The stitched monster’s senses appeared remarkably dull, it wasn’t until Song Jian retreated that it realized it was in pain. It let out an angry roar, and opened its fanged mouth to spew a thick green venom at Song Jian;

Song Jian hastily dodged, the venom splattering on the floor where he had just been standing.

Hiss~

Grey bubbles began to appear on the floor, the corrosive venom continually eating away, yet, because of the Undead Tower’s special properties, there was an unseen mystical power counteracting the corrosive force of the venom. Waves rippled across the floor, spreading out in all directions;

“You idiot, didn’t I tell you not to use this corrosive venom inside the Undead Tower!” roared Saramo, his voice echoing through the hall;

“Kurasomodo is in pain, I want to eat him, gobble him up!” The stitched monster’s numerous limbs flailed violently, exerting its rage as its tremendous body writhed towards Song Jian;

“Kurasomodo…” Song Jian utilized the Shackles Mark, the piece of flesh in his hand igniting, enveloped in black flame, the pure essence of the Abyssal Demon Flame — embodying an intense Abyssal power;

“The essence of the Abyss… Abyssal Demon Flame! No, human, why do you possess this power that does not belong to you?” Saramo, who seemed to constantly be monitoring the hall, cried out in alarm at the sight of the black flame in Song Jian’s hand;

Song Jian ignored Saramo’s enraged cry and continued softly reciting the spell;

“Using its true name as a guide and its flesh as authentication, the Shackles Mark, MARK!”

Boom!

The Abyssal Demon Flame flared up, quickly reduced the flesh in Song Jian’s hand to ashes. Then it condensed into an odd Abyss Rune and flew towards the stitched monster;

Hiss~

On the monster’s body, a black lotus opened, emitting an eye-catching light. The stitched monster gave out a dreadfully shrill roaring shriek. Its massive form uncontrollably thrashed about on the floor, splotches of blood emerged all over its body, looking as though it would collapse at any moment;

“What the hell did you do to it!” Saramo roared, but at this point, all he could do was watch helplessly, unable to inflict any harm on Song Jian;

“Mark, Pain!” Upon seeing the stitched monster writhing on the floor, Song Jian spoke under his breath;

Roar~

A sorrowful roar burst from the monster’s mouth. Blood began to seep from its three gargantuan eyes. Even the areas where it had healed and fused together flawlessly begun to bleed slowly. Its colossal form seemed like it could crumble at any second;

“It seems that the mark has taken effect!” A hint of a smile formed at the corner of Song Jian’s mouth, he then yelled out: “Mark, Annihilate!”

The monster’s roaring suddenly halted. Its enormous form, like a fish out of water, bounced up and then smashed back down heavily. The entire Undead tower quivered as though it had experienced an earthquake;

Hehe~

The noise coming from the stitched monster sounded like a traveler, who had been wandering the desert for a dozen or so days without a single drop of water. The sound, filled with despair and desolation;

Thin rays of light began to rise from the monster’s body and wisp away slowly in mid-air. As the light particles overflowed, the stitched monster’s body began to slowly harden, its Vitality Points visibly falling at an alarming speed;

With no soul, the body has no reason to exist, even for undead monsters. They may not need flesh and blood, but they must have a soul to continue surviving;

Not much later, Song Jian felt the connection between the Shackles Mark and him disappear, signifying that the powerful stitched monster before his eyes was utterly and completely dead;

And in fact, it was just as he thought; bloody stitches appeared on the surface of the stitched monster, all the integrated animal limbs had begun to rot and crumble. Within a mere few seconds, the stitched monster was releasing a strong stench of rotting flesh;

“Looks like this place would need a thorough cleaning ten times over before anyone could live in it again.” Song Jian said softly, as he ran for the stairs that had appeared;

Floors Four, Five, Six, they were all infested with formidable monsters possessing Stage One Combat Power. But all of their names and attributes were clearly visible above their heads, and they were all beings of flesh and blood. After a simple fight, Song Jian harvested their flesh, then using the Shackles Mark, he slaughtered them all;

“Damn it, what kind of technique is that? Why does it carry the essence of the Abyss when I have never seen it before!” Saramo bellowed, his eyes reflecting a touch of trepidation;

Saramo did not know what the Shackles Mark was, but he instinctively feared it. It was an unsettling skill, one that even he himself did not wish to have cast on him;

“To run away again like a fleeing dog?” Saramo muttered to himself: “No, no, I’ve already run away once, I don’t want to do it again. I refuse to believe that a skill that potent and terrifying comes without any repercussions!”

Rumble~

The stone door of the seventh floor of the Undead Tower gradually opened, and Saramo finally faced Song Jian;

“Are you the one controlling the entire Undead Tower?” As soon as he entered, Song Jian’s eyes were drawn to the black crystal on the pedestal next to Saramo. Such an eye-catching sight;

“You think you’ve won? All because of that peculiar skill of yours!” Saramo roared, his black cloak billowing around him though there was no wind. He slowly began to ascend into the air;

“Abyssal Wizard Saramo.” Song Jian asked with an easy expression: “Just to confirm, Saramo is your real name right?”

“Saramo is my name, but not my surname. I belong to the Abyssal Clan and my family name is Modo…” Suddenly, a light bulb seemed to go off in Saramo’s mind and he clamped his mouth shut, his eyes immediately gleaming with excitement as he began to guffaw: “Hahaha, does that peculiar skill of yours need to know our true names to cast? Hahaha, I won’t tell you my true name! Without it, that terrifying skill of yours can’t touch me!”

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