Rod tried it out, and a crescent moon hook pattern immediately appeared on the back of his right hand, while his hand became semi-transparent like a spirit body. A few strands of bright light rose from the back of his hand and dissipated into the air.
At this moment, as long as he inserted his right hand into the breach of the enemy's soul, he could tear apart their soul.
But!
He needed to get close to do it!
Rod had been at Jinworth Academy for just a month, and he hadn't learned any combat skills other than shooting pistols; he had not attended a single combat class.
He could only shoot pistols and throw stones.
Rushing in like this was very dangerous.
And Rod's style had always been steady, careful, and cautious. Shooting pistols and throwing stones from a distance had been his best choice, as fighting Plague Demons was the most dangerous experience he had ever had, and he had no desire to relive such thrills.
This thing could only be set aside for now.
Rod thought.
