Chapter 240: Chapter 240- Fishing for Foundation Establishment (14) White fog continued to scatter in all directions as the spear itself gradually dimmed. The overwhelming presence and terrifying intent it carried slowly faded away, disappearing into nothingness.
It was as if after revealing that insane speed that resembled teleportation, the power in the spear was rapidly dissipating and disappearing. Soon, the presence in it would vanish.
However, before the light on the spear could completely extinguish, Grey reached out and grabbed it firmly.
Without wasting time to examine it, the spear disappeared into his storage ring and was kept away.
This spear was undoubtedly a powerful treasure. More importantly, unlike the other fog creatures, it did not dissipate upon defeat. It remained in a solid, physical state, even though its light had dimmed significantly.
Grey could clearly tell that the spear’s dimness did not mean it had become useless. Rather, its previous owner—the bull—had already died, and the presence and authority it once exerted over the spear had completely vanished.
After putting away the spear, Grey frowned as he looked at the shadow tree before him. A trace of coldness flashed through his eyes.
When he had been faced with such a terrifying disaster, the other party had hesitated. It had not helped him at all. It had simply watched from the side.
If it had intervened, if it had even given the slightest assistance, Grey might not have been injured to this extent.
This realization left a bitter taste in his mouth.
In the end, Grey originally planned to suppress the shadow later, when he was free and had more time to deal with it properly. But the events that had just transpired forced him to reconsider.
At this moment, the explosion caused by the spear had driven the surrounding fog far away. The white fog churned restlessly at the edges of the area, yet it struggled to roll back toward them. It was as if the terrifying power contained within the spear was still lingering in the surroundings, forming an invisible deterrent.
Because of this, Grey finally gained a brief moment to catch his breath.
And he did not waste it.
The first thing he did was suppress the shadow.
Spirit power circulated rapidly through his body as Grey guided it toward the purple crystal shards embedded deep within his chest. The moment the spirit power made contact, a dense and tyrannical purple intent erupted outward, spreading across his entire body.
In an instant, a piercing wail rang out.
The shadow screamed.
The purple light within Grey’s body surged violently, ruthlessly suppressing the shadow. The shadow tree that it had manifested into began to shake intensely, its massive form trembling as if it were about to collapse.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Countless branches formed from pure shadow snapped and fell, dispersing into black mist before they even touched the ground.
Yet, even under such overwhelming suppression, the shadow tree did not completely vanish.
Grey looked at this scene coldly.
Without hesitation, he suppressed it again.
A second wave of purple intent crashed down. This time, the shadow’s wails were silent, echoing only within the endless world of white fog.
Only Grey could hear its pitiful cries.
Still, he felt it was not enough.
His expression did not change.
He suppressed it a third time.
A fourth time.
A seventh time.
Then a fourteenth time.
Each suppression was heavier than the last, like repeated divine judgments striking down without mercy.
After the fifteenth suppression, the shadow tree shuddered violently before finally collapsing inward. Its massive form shrank rapidly, condensing into a tiny figure.
When it stabilized, a small figure stood before Grey.
It looked exactly like him.
The same face. The same outline.
The only differences were its jet-black hair and round, pitch-black eyes. Its demeanor was also far more mischievous and twisted, and it had once looked at everything around it with nothing but disdain.
When the tiny Grey appeared, it hesitated. After a moment, it raised a hand slightly, signaling for Grey to stop.
The disdain had not fully disappeared from its face, though it was clearly trying to hide it.
Grey observed all of this calmly.
Then, he suppressed the shadow again.
An inhuman wail erupted.
But Grey was not done.
Seventeen times.
Twenty-one times.
Thirty-seven times.
Forty-nine times.
Each suppression shattered more of the shadow’s resistance.
The moment Grey suppressed it for the fiftieth time, the small figure finally broke down completely. Its body trembled as it rushed toward Grey’s feet, attempting to escape, attempting to hide.