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Chapter 1171: Both Sides Injured

Zhuang Yingjie's death was a crushing blow to the surviving Demon Hunters present. Seeing this, some Demon Hunters didn't even hesitate, immediately choosing to flee the area.

Previously, they hadn't dared to escape because Zhuang Yingjie hadn't given the order. With their own president, Zhuang Yingjie, not having fled, how could they dare? Even if they harbored such thoughts, they could only suppress them.

Now that Zhuang Yingjie was dead, their restraints were gone. Even the president had kicked the bucket, so what were they still doing here? Waiting for death?

They didn't want to die, so they chose to flee the area.

However, not all Demon Hunters fled. A portion remained, ready to fight Yang Haoran to the death.

These Demon Hunters were almost all Zhuang Yingjie's die-hard fans, fiercely loyal to him. Now that Zhuang Yingjie had died by Yang Haoran's hand, combined with Yang Haoran having already slain many Demon Hunters—including some of their close friends—these two blood debts inflamed them completely, causing them to lose all rationality. At this moment, they had but one thought: they absolutely had to kill Yang Haoran, even if it cost them their lives!

Such courageous Demon Hunters were a tiny minority, and their ultimate fate was already self-evident. After all, eggs couldn't contend with stones.

The vast majority of the surviving Demon Hunters had fled, and this scene had a profound impact on the remaining survivors from other factions. Those who feared no death were few; most people did not wish to die. Knowing that continuing would only result in their own demise, they naturally had no desire to remain here.

Thus, even more people chose to flee. Some even disregarded their superiors' commands, resolutely choosing to escape the area. Though they knew this action would brand them as traitors to their own factions, they cared little for such things in their desperate fight for survival.

They hadn't dared to flee before because they were trapped within the formation, with virtually no chance of a successful escape. Coupled with their constant indecision, they could only grit their teeth and remain.

Now that the formation was broken, their chances of successful escape had drastically increased. Furthermore, they had understood that Yang Haoran was not someone they could defeat, which finally gave them the courage to decide to flee.

For a time, the area where Yang Haoran stood became utterly chaotic. Anguished cries of protest, indignant roars of defiance, and painful screams echoed incessantly. Some high-ranking members of the various factions, to prevent their subordinates from escaping, even personally struck down fleeing members, using this method to kill the chicken to warn the monkey.

However, their actions not only failed to achieve the desired outcome but, on the contrary, backfired, causing some who were still hesitating about fleeing to simply decide to escape.

With so many people fleeing, even if the high-ranking members of the major factions wanted to stop them, their hearts were willing but their strength was insufficient; they simply couldn't stop everyone.

Moreover, among these surviving high-ranking members, some likewise had no desire to remain here and die. They too wished to leave this place quickly. Seeing that they couldn't stop the tide, they simply gave up trying, and like those already fleeing, they mobilized all their power to escape into the distance.

The 'many' referred to here was only relative; in truth, the number of people from the major factions besieging Yang Haoran had already been slaughtered to less than a thousand. One must remember that when the major factions first arrived, their total numbers amounted to tens of thousands. Yet now, there were fewer than a thousand. In comparison, this small number was indeed not many, one could even say it was very few.

Of course, not all of these people died by Yang Haoran's hand, but a truly significant number did.

Only an extreme minority managed to successfully escape Yang Haoran's slaughter. The vast majority ultimately perished by his hand. As for those who refused to flee, without exception, all became departed souls claimed by Yang Haoran.

When Yang Haoran finally ceased his attacks, not a single figure could be seen around him. Below his position, however, corpses and dismembered limbs lay piled like mountains, blood flowed like rivers, and a vast number of magical artifacts and various weapons were scattered across the ground. Besides these, there was also a large quantity of various collectibles.

These collectibles, naturally, came from those who possessed spatial storage. Among the tens of thousands of individuals from the major factions, many had spatial storage. Although the chance of their spatial storage bursting open after killing the target was very low, with the increasing number of slain individuals, the probability of spatial storage bursting open naturally grew higher.

Yang Haoran floated in the air, his face expressionless, his eyes still a blood-red hue. Seeing no one left around him, he shifted his gaze towards the area where Big Sister and the Corpse King were located.

At this moment, Big Sister's face was slightly pale, and the Spirit Aspect hovering above her head had become unstable, appearing as if it could dissipate at any moment. It was clear that her current condition was far from good.

Not only Big Sister, but Shang Yuanqi's situation was equally dire. Not only was his face pale, but he also bore multiple wounds, his garments stained crimson with blood.

Neither of them was in a good state, but the Corpse King's condition was no better. At this moment, the Corpse King's body also had numerous wounds. The power fluctuations erupting from within him had significantly weakened, far from the terrifying intensity they possessed when he first appeared. Furthermore, the grey Corpse Qi emanating from him was not as thick as it had been initially.

The Corpse King's strength was formidable, and his body extraordinarily tough. Breaking through the Corpse King's physical defense was no simple matter. However, the Spirit Aspect summoned by Big Sister possessed remarkably powerful offensive capabilities. Even with the Corpse King's high physical defense, he couldn't withstand the Spirit Aspect's relentless bombardment. This, combined with Shang Yuanqi and two peak Evil Spirit Guardian Spirits—one of which was a Blood-Clad Evil Spirit—all four simultaneously engaging the Corpse King, was what had reduced him to his current state.

Although the Corpse King's situation was somewhat dire, he showed no intention of fleeing. Instead, his face was contorted in a ferocious snarl, his eyes filled with fierce light, as he continuously launched attacks against the Spirit Aspect. Judging by his demeanor, it seemed he would not rest until he had shattered the Spirit Aspect and slain both Big Sister and Shang Yuanqi.

With an enraged roar, the Corpse King leaped up, launching a fist towards the handsome male head of the Spirit Aspect. The Spirit Aspect attempted to counter with its hand, but its reaction speed was far slower than before. This was because Big Sister's Communication Power had been heavily depleted, and merely keeping the Spirit Aspect from dissipating was already quite difficult; making its reaction speed reach its initial level was certainly an impossibility.

Therefore, the Spirit Aspect failed to successfully block the Corpse King's punch this time, and the fist landed squarely on its head!

Boom! ! !

With a tremendous crash, the head was knocked aside by the Corpse King's punch. It wasn't just the head; under the powerful destructive force of that punch, the entire massive body of the Spirit Aspect was knocked back a significant distance.

Crack! Crack!

Boom! ! !

Cracks appeared on the head of the Spirit Aspect that had been struck, and then it exploded with a crash, leaving only one of its two heads remaining.

Simultaneously, the enraged Corpse King reappeared in a flash, seizing the opportunity to launch a furious, storm-like assault on the Spirit Aspect.

Whether it was the Corpse King's punching speed or kicking speed, both were as swift as lightning, even leaving trails of afterimages.

Boom, boom, boom! ! !

The Spirit Aspect could no longer hold on. Under the Corpse King's swift and violent assault, it exploded with a crash, transforming into wisps of Yin Qi and dissipating.

Pfft! ! !

The instant the Spirit Aspect shattered, Big Sister spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. This Spirit Aspect was something she had summoned, and now that the Aspect was broken, she, as the summoner, naturally suffered a certain degree of backlash.

If she had been in her peak state, this level of backlash certainly wouldn't have caused her to vomit such a large mouthful of blood. However, her current condition was somewhat dire, and thus her body couldn't withstand such a backlash.

Nevertheless, the Corpse King wasn't feeling well after destroying the Spirit Aspect in one go. His physical condition was already poor, and forcibly mobilizing more power without regard for the consequences to destroy the Spirit Aspect had caused an imaginable amount of exhaustion.

After successfully destroying the Spirit Aspect, the Corpse King did not continue his attack on Big Sister. Instead, he remained rooted in place, panting heavily, large beads of sweat even appearing on his face!