บท 2347: Haven't Earned?

Davis appeared stunned while holding the pitch black curved blade, unable to believe that it was actually releasing death energy. His eyes narrowed as he began sensing the undulations it gave him, realizing that it was at Peak-Level Emperor Grade, its prowess only three levels higher, leading to a slight disappointment.

However, he was shocked to find something more to it.

"Yama!"

Davis's astonishment only grew as he sensed the familiar armament spirit.

Yama was the armament spirit of the Grieving Emerald Scythe. However, he had given Yama to someone else for an upgrade, including Lancelot, the Golden Sheen Obsidian Spear.

But this purplish-black scythe wasn't the same Grieving Emerald Scythe but was something else entirely.

He couldn't help but use his soul sense to once again check the composition of this scythe.