124 Fusion: Part 1

As his hand closed in, the fire-belching fat man's kneeling form started to blur as if something within his body was being absorbed by the silver mark on the back of Lin Sheng's hand.

There was no resistance, no pain.

Not long later, the fire-belching fat soldier-type had its only unique bloodline ripped out from his body by the Circle of Reaping. Only after Lin Sheng felt the hunger from the mark subsiding that he pulled his hand back.

The Circle of Reaping was spinning rapidly as it let out a faint silver glow.

Something was being weaved within the light.

Lin Sheng shifted his gaze to the summoned being, and that fire belcher he had summoned, was melting like a wax figure as he was being reduced to the most basic of black mist.

And the black mist dissipated in midair, as if it never existed.

"It is disintegrating, and disappearing." Lin Sheng suddenly understood something.

This was a unique feedback he had gotten from the ritual.