Adrian reminded himself that the Soul Devouring Sword was no ordinary weapon but a unique artifact. There could only be one. Yet, when the fake Adrian saw the weapon in Adrian’s hand, his expression remained cold.

“The Soul Devouring Sword... A fine weapon, but what if you have it?” To Adrian’s astonishment, the fake Adrian drew an identical Soul Devouring Sword, radiating an aura that matched his own.

Adrian froze. How was this possible? How could his opponent wield the Soul Devouring Sword? This was beyond belief. This sword was one of a kind!

With a cold expression, Adrian spat, “Impossible! This can’t be! The Soul Devouring Sword is unique. How do you have it?” The revelation left him shaken.

The fake sneered. “Ignorant. There are many things in this world beyond your understanding. Now, let me consume you, and we shall become one.”

Ignoring his opponent’s manipulative tone, Adrian swung his Soul Devouring Sword in a fierce, relentless assault. He was certain the creature was