1522 1522. Underlings

Noah felt light-headed as the bloodlust accumulated in the past centuries flowed inside the cursed sword. That dense mass of energy fused with the weapon and transformed its fabric.

The cursed sword stretched, and scarlet lines appeared on its sharp edge. A strange red symbol also formed at the base of its blade. When Noah inspected it, he sensed a vague resemblance with the demon head from the Chasing Demon sect.

"Why did this appea-?" Noah said before a sense of weakness filled his body and interrupted his question.

Noah fell on his knees. His body was still falling apart, and that sense of weakness almost made him faint. Still, he quickly spat flames to fix part of his condition.

"I'm attuning with you," The cursed blade replied. "This mark only expresses your influence."

The corpse of the rank 8 crocodile entered his separate space, and the Demonic Sword left his grasp as Noah placed both hands on the terrain to support himself.