Chapter 1187: Burning the Boats
Blood energy condensed, and the vanished Wan Wu Yi appeared in the side hall.
Just as Xiang Chuan had said previously—if Wan Wu Yi's corpse couldn't be found, then perhaps he hadn't died at all. And indeed, that was the truth; Wan Wu Yi was still alive.
He had fallen, and moreover, he had fallen within an illusion. It wasn't until the moment he collapsed, his consciousness gradually blurring, that he suddenly realized he was actually trapped within an illusion.
Just before his consciousness was about to completely dissipate, the unwillingness and fury in his heart ignited a powerful surge of willpower. Relying on this willpower, he forcibly regained his clarity, but he didn't show it. Instead, he feigned having gradually lost his life due to severe injuries.
Under the circumstances at the time, he felt this approach was the most rational. If he hadn't done so, if he had fearlessly risen to continue fighting head-on, then it was clear he would have met a terrible end. Furthermore, given his condition at that moment, he certainly wouldn't have been able to withstand Big Sister and Shang Yuanqi's combined assault for long. At most, a brief moment, and he would have lost his life, perhaps even being instantly killed.
So, to preserve his life, he chose to feign death. Under his deliberate manipulation, the power fluctuations emanating from his body gradually faded, and his life signs were no exception, rapidly diminishing as well. In a short time, he became nothing more than a corpse in the eyes of outsiders.
At that time, Big Sister's enemies weren't just Wan Wu Yi; besides him, there was also the Corpse King and Yang Haoran. Therefore, after Big Sister sensed Wan Wu Yi's power fluctuations and life signs dissipate, she didn't continue to focus on him. After all, in that situation, no one wanted to waste time on a dead person, and besides, Big Sister didn't have the luxury to do so.
As for Shang Yuanqi, he did indeed consider striking Wan Wu Yi's corpse, but Big Sister's situation was precarious at the time. To help Big Sister and alleviate some of her pressure, he had no choice but to abandon the idea of attacking Wan Wu Yi's corpse. Moreover, he internally felt it wasn't necessary, believing himself to be overly suspicious, as Wan Wu Yi's death seemed entirely natural to him.
It was precisely because Big Sister and Shang Yuanqi lacked the time to inspect or destroy Wan Wu Yi's physical body that Wan Wu Yi was given a chance to catch his breath.
Wan Wu Yi, feigning death, made no rash moves. He had been secretly searching for an opportunity to escape. When Big Sister and Yang Haoran began their fierce battle, their attention was entirely on each other, and they didn't notice him at all. He then realized this was a good chance to flee, and it would be his last. If he didn't seize this opportunity, he wouldn't get another later.
Because once Yang Haoran and Big Sister had determined a victor, their attention would no longer be focused solely on each other. Attempting to escape under such circumstances would make it easy to be discovered. So, regardless of who won or lost the battle between Yang Haoran and Big Sister, waiting until they finished fighting before fleeing would not be the correct approach.
Wan Wu Yi seized the opportunity, using a secret art to silently and imperceptibly escape from his original position. Because he was extremely cautious, and the power fluctuations emitted when using this secret art were not intense—in fact, they were very faint—he remained undetected.
After successfully escaping, Wan Wu Yi concealed his body within a painting on the side hall wall. Only after sensing Yang Haoran's departure did he dare to emerge from within the wall.
It wasn't that he didn't want to stay in the wall longer; rather, he dared not. The successful activation of his secret art allowed his physical body to transform into dispersed blood energy, but this state had a time limit. If he couldn't re-coalesce his body within the allotted time, he would permanently lose his physical form and henceforth exist in this world only as a mass of blood energy.
The secret art's time limit was almost up, and Wan Wu Yi didn't want to lose his physical body. Thus, as soon as Yang Haoran departed, he immediately revealed himself.
As for why he didn't hide further away after successfully escaping, choosing instead to remain in the Ancient Demon Palace, there was a reason for that as well—a reason why he *had* to stay here.
At this moment, Wan Wu Yi's face was utterly devoid of color, as horrifyingly pale as a sheet of white paper. His entire life force was extremely weak, like a candle flame flickering in the wind, threatening to extinguish at any moment. Yet, a fierce glint shone in his eyes, and the innate brutality in his bones hadn't diminished in the slightest due to his physical weakness.
"Originally, everything was going smoothly. It was only my misjudgment of Yang Haoran's strength that led me to this predicament."
Wan Wu Yi spoke with a face full of unwillingness. No sooner had his voice fallen than he couldn't help but cough a few times, spitting out a considerable amount of fresh blood.
As the owner of the Heart Demon Flute, Wan Wu Yi knew that Yang Haoran had not successfully awakened his inner demons, and he also knew that Yang Haoran was "killing with a borrowed knife. " However, what he cared about was not Yang Haoran "killing with a borrowed knife," but that Yang Haoran had disrupted his plans.
If he hadn't misjudged Yang Haoran's strength, he certainly wouldn't be barely clinging to life here now; the entire Gu Mo City would already be his for the taking.
"Yang Haoran, you truly hide your strength deeply. I, Wan Wu Yi, never dreamed that you had already opened your Heaven and Earth Souls. Your Underworld Office really sent a master to our Gu Mo City this time."
As he spoke, a bloody light flashed across Wan Wu Yi's right hand, revealing an item—it was the Heart Demon Flute he used to awaken the negative emotions deep within his targets.
His gaze fixed on the Heart Demon Flute in his hand, a fierce killing intent erupted on Wan Wu Yi's face. With a sudden surge of strength, he squeezed the flute.
Crack! Crackle crackle! ! !
This Heart Demon Flute, which had cost him immense time and resources to successfully refine, now developed numerous cracks before shattering with a loud crash. He had actually, with his own hands, destroyed the Heart Demon Flute he had always regarded as his most treasured possession.
Watching the shattered pieces of the Heart Demon Flute scatter across the floor, Wan Wu Yi's face showed not a hint of regret. Instead, the fierce glint in his eyes intensified. Bloody light flashed in his hand again, and an array disk appeared.
This array disk was precisely the array disk for the Blood Refining Grand Array.
"Success or failure hinges on this one action. If I succeed, I will turn the tables. If I fail. . ."
Wan Wu Yi's eyes narrowed. After a slight pause in his words, he spoke again through gritted teeth, his tone incredibly resolute!
"I will not fail! ! !"
As his words fell, Wan Wu Yi first waved his hand, setting up a restrictive barrier for himself. This barrier enveloped most of the side hall, its primary purpose being to conceal his aura and power fluctuations, preventing outsiders from detecting them. Then, with a resounding slam, he heavily slapped the array disk in his hand.
The array disk did not shatter, because his main goal was not to smash the disk in his hand, but to inject more power into it.
Wan Wu Yi had little power left in his body at this moment. Already weak, his body began to tremble as a continuous stream of power poured into the array disk.
At the same time, the Blood Refining Grand Array, which had clearly been broken earlier, now once again enveloped the entire Gu Mo City.
This sight caused everyone still alive in Gu Mo City to look up at the sky. Gazing at the massive blood-colored light curtain that shrouded the entire city, these survivors displayed various expressions, but the vast majority were filled with shock and terror, for many knew what this blood-colored light curtain signified.
"What the hell, wasn't this grand array broken? How did it reappear? !"
Xiang Chuan exclaimed in astonishment, staring at the Blood Refining Grand Array's massive light curtain enveloping Gu Mo City.
He and Yang Haoran had just returned to the Death God Temple, and right on their heels, the Blood Refining Grand Array reappeared. How could he not be surprised?
Yang Haoran, on the other hand, watching the light curtain released by the Blood Refining Grand Array, not only didn't lessen his smile but actually deepened it slightly.
"It's true the Blood Refining Grand Array was broken before, but it was merely 'broken,' not fundamentally damaged. As long as the array flags and array disk weren't harmed, and the hidden array flags weren't pulled out, it's not difficult for the formation setter to reactivate the array."
Hearing this, Xiang Chuan looked at Yang Haoran, a puzzled expression appearing in his eyes.
"Big Brother, you don't seem flustered at all."
Yang Haoran also looked at Xiang Chuan beside him, then asked with a smile,
"Why should I be flustered?"
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