Chapter 1170: Another Bigshot Slain
The Corpse King's body was incredibly sturdy, so the Spirit Aspect's attacks were not fatal to him. However, this only ignited the Corpse King's ferocity!
The Corpse King's body, which had been forced back, abruptly stabilized in mid-air. He let out an enraged roar, then, without hesitation, he charged towards the Spirit Aspect once more.
This Corpse King, after all, had only just acquired a new soul. His inherent bloodthirsty and brutal nature as a zombie remained utterly unchanged. Having been besieged and provoked repeatedly today, how could he possibly endure it? With his rage overriding him, he now harbored only one thought: to shatter the displeasing Spirit Aspect before him, then slaughter everyone present, devouring their bodies whole to serve as his nourishment.
The Corpse King wielded no weapon, but his body itself was a formidable and unyielding weapon. Thus, when confronting the Spirit Aspect, he opted for the simplest and most brutal method: a flurry of fists and kicks.
Under Big Sister's control, the Spirit Aspect and the Corpse King clashed violently. Each collision between them produced a deafening roar, even causing the very space around them to tremble. This was testament to the immense destructive power generated by their engagement.
Shang Yuanqi had originally intended to deliver a final blow to Wan Wu Yi's corpse, but seeing Wan Wu Yi lying lifeless in a pool of blood, and with the Corpse King already engaged in battle with Big Sister, he abandoned the idea. Instead, he immediately brought his Guardian Spirit to aid Big Sister.
Although Big Sister was not yet at a disadvantage, Shang Yuanqi worried that she would suffer if this continued. After all, Big Sister had expended a vast amount of Communication Power when she previously manipulated the Spirit Aspect to break through the blood-red barrier. She hadn't had a chance to recover before engaging in combat with the Corpse King again. How could he not be concerned? Therefore, he wished to help Big Sister; he wanted to contribute his strength.
With Shang Yuanqi and his Guardian Spirit joining the fray, the battle between Big Sister and the Corpse King grew even more intense!
They had initially believed that with Wan Wu Yi's death, this bloody war would soon come to an end. For once Wan Wu Yi was dead, no one would be able to control Yang Haoran, and Yang Haoran's awakened inner demon should also fall back into slumber. At that point, Yang Haoran's strength would undoubtedly plummet. And if there were lingering after-effects from the awakened inner demon, then Yang Haoran's condition might become far worse than they had imagined.
If that were the case, dealing with Yang Haoran would be much simpler. It would no longer be a one-sided massacre by Yang Haoran against them, but rather them reducing Yang Haoran to dust and ashes.
As for the Corpse King, they had also considered him. After killing Yang Haoran, they would join forces to deal with the Corpse King. Although this Corpse King was powerful, he was far from being as formidable as Yang Haoran. Eliminating the Corpse King by working together, in their view, would be no difficult task; at worst, it would just take a bit more time.
Imagination was beautiful, but reality was cruel. Forget joining forces to eliminate the Corpse King; they had miscalculated even the first step. For after Wan Wu Yi's death, Yang Haoran's blood-red eyes did not revert to normal. They remained as blood-red as before, constantly emitting a dense aura of bloodlust. As for the terrifying power erupting from Yang Haoran, it also showed no signs of diminishing!
Reality was the exact opposite of what they had envisioned. They had no idea where the problem lay. Some felt panic rising in their hearts, while others continued to wait, hoping Yang Haoran's inner demon would eventually fall dormant.
Conversely, Wan Wu Yi's death had no effect on Yang Haoran. Even with Wan Wu Yi lying in a pool of blood, he did not spare him a glance. He had only one task: to control Remnant Moon, ceaselessly reaping the lives of these individuals from various factions.
As time slowly passed, the numbers of individuals from the various factions steadily dwindled. Their impact on Yang Haoran grew ever smaller. Conversely, Yang Haoran seemed to possess an inexhaustible supply of Spirit Power, his strength remaining as formidable as it was at the very beginning. This, in turn, caused Yang Haoran's speed in taking lives to accelerate.
“Yang Haoran! Wake up quickly! If you keep killing like this, you’ll be in huge trouble! ! ! ”
Zhuang Yingjie frantically roared at Yang Haoran. At this moment, Zhuang Yingjie was covered in bloodstains, with wounds of varying sizes visible everywhere. Due to the shattering of his Lifebound Demon Armament, his strength was greatly diminished. Yet, he was, after all, the head of the Gu Mo City Demon Hunter Association branch. Over the years, he had accumulated quite a few valuable treasures. It was precisely because he possessed these good items, and had consistently been hiding in the rear, launching sneak attacks, that he had managed to survive this bloody massacre until now.
However, he had now utilized every means at his disposal. His treasured collections of many years were mostly depleted. Every usable item he possessed had already been deployed. The remaining items he hadn't used weren't because he didn't want to use them, but because they simply couldn't be put to use in the current situation; using them would be futile.
He knew that if the fight continued like this, the likely outcome was that Yang Haoran would still be alive, but he himself would be dead. Having exhausted all his tricks, he could only resort to this method to try and awaken Yang Haoran. Although he knew the chances of success were slim, being utterly out of options, he still wanted to give it a try.
The result was disappointing, yet unsurprising. Even worse, his frantic cry of warning not only failed to awaken Yang Haoran but instead drew Yang Haoran's attention.
Yang Haoran turned his head and looked at him. His blood-red eyes were chilling to the bone. Just a single glance sent shivers down his spine. Under his terrified gaze, Remnant Moon emitted a hum. This hum was pleasant to hear, but to Zhuang Yingjie, it sounded like the music of death. It was as if Yang Haoran, this Underworld Official, had suddenly pronounced his death sentence.
Fear blossomed in Zhuang Yingjie's heart. He knew that with his current strength and condition, he was no match for Yang Haoran. Let alone being Yang Haoran's opponent, he couldn't even block a single one of Yang Haoran's attacks. Now, seeing Yang Haoran's gaze fixed upon him, and not wishing to die just yet, how could he not be afraid?
Just as intense fear seized his heart, Remnant Moon transformed into a black streak and shot rapidly towards his position. Along its path, anyone who stood in its way was instantly pierced through by Remnant Moon. Zhuang Yingjie was scared out of his wits, and without a second thought, he immediately mobilized his sparse Star Spirit Power to flee at full speed into the distance.
Although his physical condition was dire, his combat experience was unrelated to it. Thus, his reaction time and predictive ability were still quite good. It was precisely due to his rich combat experience that he successfully evaded the incoming Remnant Moon.
However, he felt no joy in his heart at all. Because he was acutely aware of his current state. If Yang Haoran attacked him again, he felt he would likely be unable to evade it again. Yet, he still hoped he could.
The result once again disappointed him, yet it was also within his expectations. Remnant Moon, having missed its target, immediately changed direction and pursued him with lightning speed.
His current speed was nowhere comparable to Remnant Moon's. In merely the blink of an eye, Remnant Moon caught up to him and pierced through his body.
His expression abruptly froze. His wide eyes were filled with terror. Blood gushed forth as his head separated from his body, both falling towards the ground below.
Zhuang Yingjie was dead. Another bigshot from Gu Mo City had fallen at Yang Haoran's hands. In the moment before his consciousness dissipated, regret welled up in Zhuang Yingjie's heart. He regretted rushing here to join in the excitement, thinking he could gain some benefits, only to unexpectedly lose his own life in the end.
Besides that, there was one more thing he deeply regretted: that after the formation here was broken, he could have clearly led his subordinates away from this place, but he hadn't. On one hand, he couldn't bear to lose face; after all, running away would be a great humiliation, and would significantly impact his future career.
Furthermore, he had thought Yang Haoran was on the verge of regaining consciousness. Once Yang Haoran regained his senses, killing him would be an effortless task. As soon as Yang Haoran died, victory would belong to their side. And as one of the main factions in this battle, their Demon Hunter Association branch would surely gain greater benefits when the spoils were distributed later!
For these reasons, he chose not to leave. But reality proved him wrong.
Such is human nature: before tragedy strikes, one always likes to cling to a glimmer of hope, always thinking they can manage, always believing tragedy won't occur. But only when tragedy has already struck does one suddenly realize they have overestimated themselves. By then, it is too late, for no one can alter reality.
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