One-Eyed Monster

Igor’s lightning attack had a remarkable effect!

Bravo staggered after being struck by lightning, his speed noticeably slowed down.

Rebellious factors surged within him, quickly stirring up the spirits he had devoured.

The spirits felt the power of the lightning; some started to stir, while others remained suppressed.

The stirring force wasn’t enough to overwhelm Bravo, but it made him start to tremble.

The attack’s speed started to slow down, even if it was only for a Gudu Time, Igor could feel it.

This change excited Igor immensely because he realized his entire hypothesis was correct; this enemy was the Soul Devourer.

Although Bern seemed to be the mastermind now, surely there’s an unseen enemy behind him connected to all this.

Igor dodged Bravo’s attacks, occasionally launching a couple of lightning strikes. He didn’t aim to immediately crush Bravo; he wanted Bravo to self-destruct!

Lightning carried the message of the Resistor; this was the impression Tobin Sol left on the Soul Devourer and the Resistor. Lightning strikes, resistance persists, confronting oppressive devouring, Resistors retaliate with lightning!

Igor and Sol had jointly searched for symbols to awaken the Resistors and ultimately determined that lightning was the key.

Now, this lightning is unleashing its potential, step by step awakening the spirits devoured by Bravo.

These spirits might not make Bravo completely disappear but they could make Bravo lose his current form. The spirits’ surge made Bravo’s skills less agile; his previous advantage vanished instantly.

"What is going on!" Bravo also noticed something was amiss and started to question.

Igor remained silent; it was the moment for the rebellious factors to play their role. He wouldn’t actively stimulate these factors; he wanted to see if he could awaken the Resistor.

Bravo trembled with his hands, unaware that it was his body’s rebellious factor at work or that the spirits he devoured were awakening. He merely felt the change was due to the opponent being a substitute sent by the master...

"Am I unable to resist at all..." Bravo started to waver, the rebellious spirit within him dwindled.

Igor tossed out another lightning bolt. He sighed; these Soul Devourers are never true Resistors. The resistance isn’t resolute; they give up when facing difficulties.

Lightning struck Bravo directly; Bravo dropped to his knees, and the spirits in him started to surge as if they were about to break free.

Igor felt there was no point in dragging this out, decided to finish Bravo directly, and awaken the Clown Performer, truly to save this Clown Performer.

Thus, Igor gathered the power of lightning, seeing Bravo wilt before him, he aimed for a decisive strike to solve the issue.

The lightning was thrown out.

Just as the lightning was about to strike Bravo, a pair of large hands suddenly appeared, forcefully blocking the lightning.

Igor focused his gaze: "Quinn?"

"Yes, it’s me!" Quinn clapped his hands, the lightning already turned to ash.

"What are you doing here?" Igor asked instinctively, although he thought Quinn was an enemy, he hadn’t anticipated Quinn could enter the Spirit World.

"I’m curious how you’re here too!"

"You truly aren’t a mere instrument shop clerk," Igor said.

"You aren’t a Wandering Bard either!" Quinn retorted with a smile.

Igor had opinions about this rebuttal; currently, he may not be a Wandering Bard, but it doesn’t mean he wouldn’t be in the future. He and Perkins had agreed that once this matter was settled and the evil enemy was eliminated, they would become Wandering Bards to sing Perkins’ stories. But now, he didn’t want to argue with this big guy Quinn, given their opposing positions, there’s no need to clash with an enemy.

Both sides fell silent for a while, this silence was a form of probing, observing the depth of each other.

Igor suddenly found that Quinn truly was omnipresent, wondering about Quinn’s true identity...

"Master Clown!" At this moment, Bravo, already dying from the spirits’ surge, suddenly saw Quinn and called out involuntarily.

"You are the Clown?" Igor was quite surprised by this; he hadn’t expected the Clown they were seeking, the executor, was right beside them!

"Is it strange?" Clown Quinn shrugged, looking calmly at Igor.

"A bit, but now it’s not surprising!"

"How did you get here? Is your purpose the Craftsman Spirit as well?" Clown Quinn continued to ask.

Igor didn’t quite understand Quinn’s words: "Craftsman Spirit?"

"Judging by your reaction, it seems you don’t know, the guy Bravo aimed to devour possesses the Craftsman Spirit, otherwise I wouldn’t be here!" Clown Quinn spoke so straightforwardly because he believed his strength could utterly dominate Igor and his group, giving him no fear.

Now that the cards were on the table, there’s no need to hide anymore; regardless of whether Igor is after the Craftsman Spirit, he couldn’t let him mess around here.

At this moment, Bravo panicked. He didn’t expect this young man wasn’t sent by the master at all; previously, he was entirely discarded. However, now he couldn’t move flexibly because he felt his strength was being dragged by something!

"Master Clown..." Bravo, struggling, looked at Clown Quinn, hoping to gain some power from Quinn that would allow him to move flexibly.

"You really are a waste. Do you know, we don’t keep wastes!" Quinn said softly, disappointed in Bravo.

Fear glimmered in Bravo’s eyes...

What happened next was very familiar to Igor, he had experienced this in the Border Realm, these Soul Devourers labeled as wastes were ultimately devoured, vanishing without a trace.

"Alright, now it’s your turn!" Quinn rubbed his hands, glancing at the dying Clown Performer, then at Igor with a face full of disgust.

"You’re overthinking it!" Igor hurled a lightning bolt.

"Didn’t expect you to have this power too, though for me it’s ineffective, like a mosquito bite, very simple." Quinn caught the lightning with his bare hands.

"I originally hadn’t planned to act against you, but you moved against my Craftsman Spirit, don’t blame me now!" The clown’s face began to twist, as if about to truly exert force.