Chapter 1218: No Habit of Indulging Anyone
Yang Haoran's straightforward answer caused Wan Wu Yi to involuntarily freeze.
Snap!
Yang Haoran snapped his fingers, and the sound jolted Wan Wu Yi from his stupor. But before he could fully grasp the meaning of Yang Haoran's reply, the thousands upon thousands of ants, formed from Spirit Power, suddenly transformed into black flames.
The black flames instantly enveloped Wan Wu Yi's Spirit Body, and he let out a shrill, tragic scream.
Before this, even when thousands of ants had gnawed at his Spirit Body, Wan Wu Yi had been able to endure it, stubbornly refusing to utter a painful cry. He had even managed to provoke Yang Haoran, venting his inner fury upon him. This clearly showed his extraordinary endurance and willpower.
Yet now, as the black flames blazed fiercely upon his Spirit Body, he emitted a desperate, piercing shriek, no longer able to suppress it as he had before.
What did this mean?
It meant that the method Yang Haoran was currently employing inflicted a torment far more intense than the thousands of gnawing ants; otherwise, Wan Wu Yi would never have let out such a bloodcurdling scream.
But now, with the black flames having only just enveloped his Spirit Body, it was fading visibly, a clear indication of the immense damage these black flames were inflicting upon his Spirit Body.
"Argh! ! ! Yang Haoran! Are you trying to destroy my soul? !"
Wan Wu Yi let out a heart-rending shriek, then roared at Yang Haoran. The expression on his face had drastically changed from before, shedding its madness for a profound panic.
At this moment, Wan Wu Yi was genuinely panicked. If the black flames' incineration had only brought him unbearable pain, he would at most have screamed, but his face wouldn't have shown such disarray.
The reason he now wore such a panicked expression was because he felt the intense instability of his Spirit Body; even though the black flames had only just begun to engulf and incinerate it, he was already on the verge of collapsing.
If Yang Haoran didn't stop, he would be reduced to Soul Transformation within moments. It was precisely for this reason that panic had etched itself onto his face.
"Heh heh, I thought you were truly a fearless man, afraid of nothing under heaven. Turns out you're just a coward. My apologies, I retract my previous admiration for you. My eyes were clearly lacking."
As Yang Haoran's words fell, the black flames incinerating Wan Wu Yi's Spirit Body suddenly intensified, and the screams erupting from Wan Wu Yi's mouth became even more piercing.
"St-stop. . . Stop! I'll tell you! I'll tell you anything you want to know! Argh! ! !"
Seeing his Spirit Body on the verge of dissipating, Wan Wu Yi no longer acted tough as he had before. He finally conceded defeat in front of Yang Haoran. From this, it was clear that he was actually very afraid of death, or rather, he was terrified of ending up as Soul Transformation.
"Heh heh, sorry, but it's too late for you to back down now. I've completely lost interest in you, and I've completely run out of patience. Have a good journey."
"Argh! ! !"
Another shrill shriek erupted from Wan Wu Yi's mouth, a scream more intense and more despairing than any before. Before the cry had even fully faded, his soul was reduced to nothingness by the burning black flames.
Now, Wan Wu Yi was not merely dead; his very soul had dissipated in Yang Haoran's hands. From this day forward, there would be no more Wan Wu Yi in this world. Everything about him had become history.
In truth, Wan Wu Yi dared to be so arrogant in front of Yang Haoran because he was convinced that Yang Haoran would only seek to torment him, not truly disperse his soul. If Yang Haoran did that, certain information would be forever lost to him.
As for why he didn't cooperate, the reason was even simpler. In his view, if he confessed everything, answering whatever Yang Haoran asked, he would only die faster. Once Yang Haoran had squeezed out his last bit of value, his death date would arrive. Knowing that cooperation would hasten his demise, he naturally refused to comply.
According to his initial plan, he wanted to drag out the torture in Yang Haoran's hands for as long as possible, giving himself more time to find an opportunity to escape.
However, the pain inflicted by the myriad ants gnawing at his Spirit Body was simply too intense. He hadn't screamed heartbreakingly because he had forcibly suppressed that agony within his heart. Suppressed for too long, his emotions had become uncontrollable, and the fury and hatred for Yang Haoran festering inside him grew ever stronger.
After Yang Haoran appeared, the rage and hatred in his heart finally found an outlet. His method of release was to provoke and insult Yang Haoran with words.
At that point, Wan Wu Yi had long been blinded by the resentment in his heart, completely forgetting his initial intentions. He merely wished to express his inner resentment towards Yang Haoran through words.
As for Yang Haoran, how could he tolerate a mere prisoner being so arrogant in his presence? Although his expression remained unchanged throughout, his patience with Wan Wu Yi had, in fact, reached its absolute limit. So, he simply granted Wan Wu Yi his wish.
When Yang Haoran summoned the black flames, Wan Wu Yi immediately sensed Yang Haoran's killing intent. At that moment, he instantly awoke from his intense resentment and even actively showed weakness to Yang Haoran, but it was all too late.
"You reap what you sow. What are you playing at, an actor, in front of me?"
Yang Haoran smiled faintly, then lightly waved his hand. The burning black flames and the arm-thick black chains all transformed into wisps of Yin Qi and vanished.
He did indeed want to extract information from Wan Wu Yi, but Wan Wu Yi didn't know how to appreciate a favor. Given Yang Haoran's character, he certainly wouldn't indulge Wan Wu Yi, so he would rather forgo the information than allow Wan Wu Yi to continue being arrogant in his presence.
Under normal circumstances, even if Yang Haoran intended to make a soul undergo Soul Transformation, he would absolutely squeeze out its last bit of value, which meant refining that soul into a Soul Pill.
Yet for Wan Wu Yi, Yang Haoran didn't even entertain the thought of refining his soul into a Soul Pill, directly reducing him to Soul Transformation instead. From this, it was evident that Yang Haoran's patience with him had completely reached its limit.
With Wan Wu Yi now undergoing Soul Transformation, it was clearly impossible for him to obtain any crucial information. However, Yang Haoran harbored no regrets about this. If given the chance to choose again, he would still choose to disperse Wan Wu Yi's soul.
"Although I didn't get more information from Wan Wu Yi's mouth, the information my Ghost Eye obtained from him is barely sufficient. It'll be a bit troublesome and inevitably involve some detours, but it's not an unsolvable big problem. Heh heh, he really thought I wouldn't dare touch him. How pathetic, and how laughable."
Yang Haoran chuckled to himself, then a dense Yin Qi emanated from his hand, and an object suddenly appeared in it. This item was precisely the Demon Cult's supreme treasure, the Heart Demon Flute, which Wan Wu Yi had painstakingly schemed to obtain.
"This Heart Demon Flute is a good item, but unfortunately, I can't use it. I'll have to find a way to fully unleash its value."
Yang Haoran had never witnessed the true power of the genuine Heart Demon Flute, and not just him—Wan Wu Yi hadn't either. After all, Wan Wu Yi had died in Yang Haoran's hands before he could even warm up to the flute, which then became Yang Haoran's spoils of war. Thus, Wan Wu Yi also never learned how truly powerful this flute was.
However, he had witnessed the power of the counterfeit Heart Demon Flute. Based on its might, it was safe to assume that the genuine Heart Demon Flute's power would be even more astonishing.
In Yang Haoran's opinion, if this genuine Heart Demon Flute could be used by him, he would gain yet another powerful trump card.
However, the problem he now faced was that, as an Underworld Official, he couldn't activate the Heart Demon Flute. He had actually kept Wan Wu Yi's soul precisely to see if he could find a solution from him. After all, in this area, Wan Wu Yi, that great demon, was far more knowledgeable than he was.
Now that Wan Wu Yi was reduced to Soul Transformation, it was clearly unrealistic for him to obtain a solution from Wan Wu Yi. This meant he would have to solve this problem himself!
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