Second Battle with the Black Beast

"Let go! Let go!"

The moment Robbie heard Old Wang say that, the Spirit of Vengeance immediately cried out in his mind, "If you don’t let go now, I’m going to be sent back to Hell!"

Yes, the Spirit of Vengeance was immortal, which meant Ghost Riders were immortal.

But this world had many ways to separate the Spirit of Vengeance from a Ghost Rider, then kill the Ghost Rider.

Odin could do it. Hela could do it. Ancient One could do it. Those Hell Lords could do it.

For a Ghost Rider weakened to the extreme, the partially descended Beast could do it too.

Once the Spirit of Vengeance lost its host, Hell’s power would drag it back.

I finally got to come to the real world, and you want to send me back before I’ve had enough fun?

No way!

Feeling his soul about to be swallowed by endless darkness, Robbie loosened his grip despite himself.

You told me to let go, so I’m letting go!

The chains loosened, the darkness was cut off, Hellfire blazed fiercely, the cold began to recede, and warmth returned.

Robbie hurriedly backed away several steps. Sensing the Spirit of Vengeance’s submission and the weakness in his body, he spoke in a voice carrying the smell of Hell’s smoke and fire. "Master Wang, it’s very strong!"

That was exactly why I was needed… Old Wang waved a hand. "Go help Black Widow and the others. Leave this to me."

"Okay!"

Robbie and the Spirit of Vengeance answered at the same time, then turned and left without the slightest hesitation.

"It’s you!"

The little boy opened his mouth, and a furious, savage voice filled with ancient brutality rang out. "Foolish human, you cannot stop me! I am the Beast, the embodiment of desire, the messenger of sin, the source of pain, the star of disaster—unstoppable, undeniable…"

"That’s a lot of lines. Did the author give you an extra drumstick?"

Old Wang cut him off mercilessly, reached into thin air, and pulled out a small bottle.

With the Well of Eternity Bottle in hand, he took a small gulp.

Feeling his mostly depleted True Qi refill completely, Old Wang’s spirits soared. He extended his left hand and crooked his index finger. "Moron, come fight!"

"You seek death!"

The Beast, which was fluent in most of the world’s languages, flew into a rage and pounced on Old Wang. "Feel the power of desire and sin!"

This guy had been cooped up for too long. Even the way he talked was this stupid… Old Wang struck a pose, then attacked.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Boom!

Smack! Smack! Smack!

The slightly plump young man and the scrawny boy began an intense hand-to-hand battle.

Black mist carrying sin and desire clashed continuously with green True Qi representing life energy between them.

The black mist tried to corrode Old Wang’s body, turning him into a mindless animal ruled only by desire.

But Old Wang kept himself clean and protected himself well. He absolutely refused to touch anything filthy or disgusting, and he would not let the naked little boy get close.

He also tried to use True Qi to destroy the little boy’s bodily functions, but quickly found it meaningless. The little boy was no longer human. His body was no longer sustained by life energy, but by the power of sin and desire. Just like a Ghost Rider, even crushing his body to pulp was useless.

Like memory metal, he recovered in the blink of an eye.

Old Wang remembered clearly:

In Defenders, the newly resurrected Black Sky Elektra had extraordinary physical abilities. She was strong and fast, and she did not fear facing Luke Cage head-on. Even Jessica Jones, who could flip over cars, could not beat her in a contest of strength.

The one before him had absorbed the murderous desires of so many people. He was far stronger than ten Black Sky Elektras, on a completely different level.

Physical attacks would have a hard time killing the little boy.

But energy could!

The Beast was very displeased.

Its plan had been perfect.

It was the embodiment of desire and sin, a master of the mind and soul. Hand-to-hand combat was only the beginning. Its strongest method was corrupting an enemy’s soul and dragging them into the abyss of depravity.

But it quickly realized that something seemed wrong.

Why did this bastard’s soul and mind feel even stronger than its own?

No amount of desire or sin could corrupt him. Instead, a peaceful, tranquil aura emanated from his soul, seemingly trying to calm its desires and convert its soul.

How was that possible?

"No, you’re not human!"

The Beast’s eyes turned scarlet as it stared fixedly at Old Wang, convinced it had guessed the truth. "Who exactly are you? An extraterrestrial psychic entity? A magical entity from another dimension? Or an undying soul from ancient times?"

"Take a guess."

An unfathomable smile appeared on Old Wang’s face.

I’m not an ancient soul, not an alien, and not some magical entity from another dimension. I’m not even from your Marvel Universe. Would I tell you that?

All that blood from the young ladies had not been used for nothing. Even the Beast could not see through his origins!

The brawl continued.

At first, things were fine.

The Beast’s true terror lay primarily in the realms of soul and mind.

It fed on sin and desire, but souls were the vessels of sin and desire. It devoured the souls of those dying around them, turning them into nourishment and allowing more of its power to descend.

Part of that power was used to strengthen its body, but that strengthening had limits.

In truth, Old Wang and the Beast were the same kind of existence:

Within frail bodies hid incomparably powerful souls.

The body’s limitations prevented them from displaying their full strength.

The Beast represented desire and sin. Perhaps it was an existence most Super Heroes would find difficult to fight, but Old Wang feared it not.

He was already used to it.

Old Gods, Seven Sha, nerubians, shadow priests, warlocks, Dreadlords, and those female creatures—which of them was not skilled in mental attacks and mind control?

Back then, when faced with Jaina and Sylvanas’s temptations, Old Wang had drunk so many hallucinatory potions from the Royal Apothecary Society and Kul Tiras alchemy masters, yet he could still resist the urge to stay calm yet excited and ride forth with whip in hand. What right did a Beast that had only partially descended have to influence him?

But as time passed, more and more people died. The Beast devoured more and more souls, growing increasingly powerful, while Old Wang’s strength did not increase.

He began to feel strained.

That strain showed itself physically.

He had to admit that his current self was actually not as strong as a little boy.

Besides, True Qi was limited, and the essence of Well of Eternity Water was limited as well. Yet because the killing continued, the little boy could receive replenishment without end.

In terms of endurance, he had lost too…

"You need to make a choice, Wang."

Azeroth Miss’s voice sounded in Old Wang’s mind. "You need a skill, a helper, or a piece of equipment—something capable of destroying the Beast."

Old Wang sighed. "The Beast can never truly be destroyed, just like the Sha in Pandaria."

"But at least you can disperse the portion of its power that has already descended, just as you did before."

The young lady said, "I have thought of 2,234 solutions. Every one of them can accomplish it."

Old Wang’s eyes lit up. Without hesitation, he said, "Give me the cheapest one!"

"That will be 0.19 grams of Azeroth Blood." The young lady hummed.

Inside the Heart of Azeroth, five rings filled with blood.

A level-five Time-Space Channel opened.

New York Sanctum.

Daniel suddenly opened his eyes.

With the power left within the Sanctum by generations of Sorcerer Supremes, he quickly sensed the exact location of the spacetime anomaly.

"New York!"

PS: I recommend a book called "My Planet Only Has Dragons." The title sounds interesting, right? It’s written interestingly too, so give it a look.