Kane found himself in a precarious situation, surrounded by enemies. Lei Bai and Li Qing waited below, eager to strike, while Lei Tang loomed above, his eyes devoid of emotion.
Just as Kane was assessing his options, a searing pain shot through his arm. He looked down to see his hand flying off, severed by Lei Tang's swift strike. Kane's face contorted in agony, but he suppressed the urge to scream.
Lei Tang gazed at Kane with an unyielding expression, "Young man, your actions have led you to this fate."
Kane laughed, a fierce glint in his eye. "In a world where light represents hope and righteousness, we forget that these concepts are mere human creations. The light we cherish is but a fleeting spark, a dust speck in the vast expanse of darkness."
With his left hand, Kane continued, his voice unwavering despite his injury. "I'll show you the true meaning of darkness."
Kane said, "System, open inventory."
As he spoke, he reached into the virtual space with his left hand and retrieved a sword. Lei Tang's eyes widened in shock as Kane unsheathed the sword with his mouth, revealing a small portion of the blade. A dark, red aura burst forth, filling the air with an intense, malevolent energy.
The onlookers felt a creeping sense of fear and hopelessness as the aura grew thicker, like a palpable fog. Lei Tang's face paled, his voice trembling, "W-where did you acquire this...this demonic sword? It's as if it was forged in the depths of hell itself!"
Kane's thoughts flashed back to his time in the level 20 of Hell, where he had wielded this very sword to vanquish countless devils and monsters.
As he fully unsheathed the sword, the dark aura coalesced into a twisted, humanoid form with a will of its own. Lei Tang and the others felt their hearts sink, beholding a devil incarnate, clad in human skin, wielding a sword that seemed to drink in the light around it.
Kane's laughter echoed through the air, "This is true darkness. Touch this sword, and you'll be drained of life, left a withered corpse."
Lei Bai's voice rang out, "No, Father, don't fight him! He's a demon, a monster!" But Lei Tang's gaze fell upon his son, filled with a deep, fatherly love and a sense of final farewell.
As Kane gripped the sword with his left hand, he realized he had never named it. "Diablo," he whispered, the word echoing in his mind.
With a fierce cry, Kane shouted, "Diablo, Supersonic Second Form!" The atmosphere shifted, and red threads appeared, guiding Kane's movements. He clashed his sword with Lei Tang's, but this time, Lei Tang stumbled back, surprised by the sudden surge in Kane's power.
Lei Tang's surprise quickly turned to fear as Kane unleashed his sword skill, Blood Lust. Kane's red eyes blazed with intensity, and his breathing grew heavy. He knew this skill would temporarily boost his strength, but at a cost - it would consume a portion of his soul.
Kane steeled himself, thinking, "My soul may weaken, but I'll make it stronger after surviving this fight." With a fierce determination, he pressed on, his sword slicing through the air with deadly precision
As Kane's berserk state intensified, he struggled to access his other skills. With a feral growl, he unleashed his second strike, forcing Lei Tang to dodge barely in time. However, Kane's sword grazed Lei Tang's arm, leaving a jagged scratch.
Lei Tang winced in pain, his eyes widening in horror as he beheld the wound. His skin began to rot, turning a sickly purplish-green hue.
The scratched area started to suppurate, releasing a noxious, gore-tinged liquid that dripped down his arm like a macabre waterfall.
Lei Tang's heart sank, his mind racing with dread. "My skin is rotting," he thought, his voice trembling inwardly. The putrid smell of decay wafted up, making his stomach churn with nausea. The rot spread, threatening to consume his entire arm, as if the very touch of Kane's sword had unlea
shed a dark, malevolent force within him.