章 947: Chapter 947: Win, but at What Cost!?

It seemed that perhaps due to being hasty, or due to not having enough Soul Power, Tianlong Yun's Soul Clone had made some mistakes on the net he had cast.

Finding his way out, the 'Conscience' of the Sickle immediately made a run for it, as it used it soul thirsty and murderous aura to make a path for itself.

Just like liquid finding an empty channel, the Conscience of the Sickle ran out of the net that was cast upon it, and it was finally free to deal with its target.

It's first objective was survival, but after survival it was assured, it immediately returned to its primary objective, which was to absorb its targets soul, and grow stronger.

After all, even though once it was the weapon of the Soul God and it was at least a Divine Weapon, the power it possessed at the moment was but a dust speck.