Chapter 1190: The True Heart Demon Flute
Wan Wu Yi caught Remnant Moon with one hand. This scene sparked a hint of surprise in Yang Haoran's heart. According to his previous conjectures, if Wan Wu Yi had no other means, he absolutely could not have survived that attack.
The truth, however, was that Wan Wu Yi did indeed parry the blow, but his ability to do so was precisely because he had employed other means.
At this moment, Wan Wu Yi's entire body was glowing with an unnatural crimson hue, as if his skin had been steeped in fresh blood, giving off an eerie sensation. The power fluctuations emanating from him were significantly stronger than before.
From this, it was clear that when Wan Wu Yi had just been buried under the rubble, he must have secretly employed some forbidden Demon Cult secret art. That was why his entire body had turned a bizarre crimson, and it was only then that he gained the ability to receive Yang Haoran's Soul Armament, Remnant Moon, and with a single hand at that.
As Wan Wu Yi parried Remnant Moon with one hand, his other hand was not idle, continuing to pour power into the array disk. The array disk floated suspended beside him, and as more and more power was infused into it, it began to tremble slightly.
“Yang Haoran, today, it's either you or I! We fight to the death! ”
Wan Wu Yi gnashed his teeth as he spoke, each word enunciated slowly, as if squeezed through the gaps in his teeth. This revealed the intensity of his fury. He had no mind to expose Yang Haoran's schemes at this opportunity; he merely wished to convey the depth of his anger to Yang Haoran in this manner.
He was indeed furious, for to block Yang Haoran's current fatal strike, he had been forced to employ a secret art he never used, nor dared to use, in ordinary times.
If there had been any other option, Wan Wu Yi would not have resorted to this. He knew very well that if he did not act, Remnant Moon's strike would claim his life. Although employing the secret art would consume his life, it would at least prevent immediate death.
As Wan Wu Yi's furious voice faded, he flung Remnant Moon from his hand towards Yang Haoran, then his figure flickered, darting towards the area above the main hall where blood was congregating, carrying the Blood Array's array disk with him.
Remnant Moon sliced towards Yang Haoran with extreme speed. When it was still ten centimeters from Yang Haoran's face, Remnant Moon emitted a hum and abruptly halted in mid-air.
Without any discernible movement from Yang Haoran, Remnant Moon reversed direction and shot towards Wan Wu Yi once more. However, by then, Wan Wu Yi had already reached the skies above the collapsed main hall.
In the blink of an eye, Remnant Moon appeared behind Wan Wu Yi. Sensing its approach, Wan Wu Yi spun sharply and unleashed a punch towards Remnant Moon.
Boom! ! !
With a deafening blast, Remnant Moon was sent flying by Wan Wu Yi's punch. However, his body was also forced back a distance, and a gash opened on his fist, from which fresh blood flowed.
Before he could even catch his breath, Remnant Moon, under Yang Haoran's control, attacked again. From the looks of it, Yang Haoran would not stop until Wan Wu Yi was slain by Remnant Moon.
Wan Wu Yi resisted with all his might, but anxiety gnawed at him. He knew his physical body could not last much longer, especially during his confrontation with Yang Haoran, where he could clearly sense the accelerated rate of his life force draining away.
If this continued, even if he wasn't killed by Yang Haoran, he would soon be consumed by the secret art. How could he not be anxious?
Within a short span, the two exchanged dozens of blows. Relying on the potency of his secret art, Wan Wu Yi surprisingly managed to avoid losing his life to Yang Haoran. In the beginning, he could even fight Yang Haoran to a standstill, but the longer the battle went on, the weaker Wan Wu Yi's strength became, struggling to keep pace.
As the two fiercely clashed, more and more fresh blood converged above the main hall. The spatial tremors above the main hall intensified as well, the suspended blood violently roiling and churning under the spatial vibrations, like boiling water.
After a short while, no more blood mist rose from underground. The space above the main hall had transformed into a sea of blood. And at this moment, Wan Wu Yi found it difficult to parry Yang Haoran's relentless assault.
Just as it seemed Wan Wu Yi could no longer hold out against Yang Haoran, a rift suddenly tore open in the very center of the sea of blood. The suspended blood was forcibly sucked in, and in that fleeting instant, all the blood vanished into the spatial rift, leaving not a single drop floating in the air, only a rich, metallic scent of blood.
Wan Wu Yi's expression had originally been grim, knowing his current physical state couldn't last much longer. As Yang Haoran continuously forced him back, he felt both furious and helpless.
However, with the appearance of the spatial rift and the swallowing of the sea of blood, his expression underwent an immediate and drastic change. His face was no longer grim; instead, it brimmed with excitement and joy!
“Haha! It's finally a success! ! ! ”
Wan Wu Yi burst into laughter, then immediately shot towards the spatial rift. He, who had been continuously pouring power into the array disk, now ceased his infusion of strength, dedicating all his energy to speed.
Yang Haoran naturally also noticed the appearance of the spatial rift. Although he didn't know what kind of monstrous thing would emerge from within, he knew without a doubt that it certainly wouldn't be good news for him.
As for whether Wan Wu Yi intended to escape through this spatial rift, Yang Haoran wasn't worried at all, for in his view, it was utterly impossible.
The reason was simple: if Wan Wu Yi merely wished to escape, there would have been no need to restart the Blood Array; he could have simply slipped away from Ancient Demon City. Why would he risk his life to appear when he was at his weakest? As long as Wan Wu Yi wasn't out of his mind, he would absolutely not do such a foolish thing.
Therefore, in Yang Haoran's opinion, the appearance of this spatial rift either signaled the summoning of some formidable entity by Wan Wu Yi, or the manifestation of a powerful treasure. Regardless of which it was, either could allow Wan Wu Yi to turn the tide of the current situation. Otherwise, Wan Wu Yi would never have risked his life to restart the Blood Array!
Precisely because he realized the spatial rift's appearance would undoubtedly be detrimental to him, Yang Haoran didn't even hesitate and immediately launched an attack!
This time, however, his target was not Wan Wu Yi, but the newly formed spatial rift itself.
In his eyes, Wan Wu Yi was already a dead man. But he had no idea what monstrous entity might emerge from the spatial rift. If some formidable creature were to leap out, his situation might become incredibly passive. Therefore, the most rational course of action now was to destroy this spatial rift first and prevent trouble from arising prematurely.
A massive hand, condensed from Spirit Power, appeared above the spatial rift. Under Yang Haoran's control, it slammed down fiercely onto the spatial rift below.
Boom! ! !
The colossal roar reverberated, the space trembled, the massive hand was dispersed by the shock, and the spatial rift was likewise shattered by that single palm strike.
However, before the spatial rift dissipated, it left behind one item: a flute emanating an incredibly rich, bloody aura.
Yang Haoran was no stranger to this flute, for he had seen it in Wan Wu Yi's hands before. In length, size, form, and color, it was identical to the Heart Demon Flute Wan Wu Yi had used previously. The only difference was that the bloody aura emanating from this particular flute was exceptionally dense, and the power fluctuations it released were incredibly formidable—utterly incomparable to the Heart Demon Flute Wan Wu Yi had used before!
“Could this be the true Heart Demon Flute? ! ”
Looking at the flute suspended in the air, radiating a dense bloody aura, such a thought immediately sprang into Yang Haoran's mind!
Just moments before, Wan Wu Yi had rushed towards the spatial rift the instant it appeared, only to be met by Yang Haoran's palm strike as he neared it. The powerful impact sent him flying, blood gushing from his mouth. Yet, he had no mind to care for his own body. Witnessing the spatial rift shattered by Yang Haoran's palm, the rage in his heart surged to an indescribable degree, for that spatial rift was what he cared about most!
However, when he discovered that although the spatial rift had vanished, an object remained, his heart immediately swelled with joy. In a flash, he appeared at the location of the Heart Demon Flute and seized it in his hand!
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