Chapter 1408: Blood Slave
Given Yang Haoran's status, position, and substantial financial resources, the Dānyào he had collected were naturally priceless. There was no need to guess that their medicinal effects would be astonishingly potent.
Precisely because of this, as several Dānyào unsealed within Yang Haoran's body, the blood gushing from his wound abruptly ceased. Even without mobilizing his power to seal the injury, the bleeding stopped, and the wound began to heal on its own. Since the Dānyào had only just unsealed and their full efficacy hadn't yet been realized, the healing speed was still slow, but it was indeed mending.
As the battle raged on, a considerable amount of Spirit Power within him had been depleted. With the pre-sealed Soul Pills now unsealing, his expended Spirit Power rapidly replenished. At his current realm, a single Soul Pill clearly could not have rapidly restored the Spirit Power he had consumed. The reason he was able to achieve this now was that he had unsealed not just one, but multiple Soul Pills.
The most dramatic change, however, occurred in his physical body. Having unsealed a Dānyào specifically for physical enhancement, his body now bizarrely resembled an inflating balloon. It expanded rapidly, his black robes tearing asunder, and muscles rippled and bulged. In mere moments, he transformed from an ordinary young man into a formidable, muscle-bound powerhouse. While he didn't become a two-meter-tall, tank-like giant, his physique was clearly much stronger, and a layer of sanguine aura enveloped his body, blending seamlessly with the Yin Qi radiating from him.
The unsealing of the Dānyào and the transformation of his body did not, in this brief interval, alter Yang Haoran's disadvantaged position. He remained on the back foot, forced to continuously dodge the incoming sword-shaped Soul Armament. Since his Spirit Power had not yet been augmented, his disadvantage naturally remained unchanged.
How could Yang Haoran possibly be unaware of this fundamental truth? Given his understanding, and his deliberate choice to act in this manner under such circumstances, there was certainly a deeper reason behind his actions.
His body executed another evasive maneuver. At this very moment, Yang Haoran swiftly condensed Remnant Moon, which, bolstered by the black lightning descending from Black Lightning above, moved to parry the incoming sword-shaped Soul Armament. This defense held for only a fleeting second or two before the black lightning vanished, and Remnant Moon was likewise pulverized and shattered by the sword-shaped Soul Armament's immense power, dissolving back into Yin Qi.
Yet, those fleeting moments granted Yang Haoran the crucial opportunity to employ another stratagem. Yang Haoran's hands swiftly formed a hand seal, and the sanguine aura intertwining with Yin Qi on his body suddenly surged and roiled violently, like a silent, monstrous roar.
From the moment the Unnamed Small Tower first soared skyward until now, it had, under Yang Haoran's control, launched only one truly offensive move: breaching the restrictive barrier array laid by the Tong Continent Great Emperor. As for the crimson light that had erupted when it first ascended, that was merely a powerful energy fluctuation released upon the artifact's activation, not a true attack in itself.
After Yang Haoran's clash with the Tong Continent Great Emperor, Yang Haoran had unleashed the entirety of his power and manifested three Soul Armaments. Yet, he had not actively deployed the Unnamed Small Tower against the Tong Continent Great Emperor. The Tong Continent Great Emperor, repeatedly astonished by the power Yang Haoran displayed, had similarly overlooked this demonic artifact. Only now, as the Unnamed Small Tower began to violently shudder, was the Tong Continent Great Emperor's gaze recaptured.
Under Yang Haoran's control, a foul, pungent sanguine mist surged forth from the Unnamed Small Tower. The mist churned violently, and a sharp, maniacal cackle emanated from within. The roiling sanguine mist rapidly condensed into a humanoid form, its precise shape only vaguely discernible beneath the dense, crimson shroud.
Boom! ! !
Terrifying power erupted from within this humanoid entity. So immense was this force that it detonated with a resounding boom, scattering the dense sanguine mist and instantly revealing the humanoid figure in stark clarity.
It was a powerfully built man, naked from the waist up. He possessed long hair and blood-red eyes, his face utterly devoid of emotion. Both his visage and his body were covered in countless minute, crimson runes that flickered erratically, both eerie and enigmatic.
Though his hands were empty, they radiated an overwhelming sense of power, as if capable of rending the very heavens and splitting the earth. No life signs could be detected on his form; aside from the formidable, unique power fluctuations characteristic of the Demon Cult, no other aura could be sensed at all, making him indistinguishable from a puppet. What this entity was called, or if it possessed a specific designation, Yang Haoran had no idea. For even now, his understanding of the Unnamed Small Tower remained exceedingly limited. He hadn't even fully deciphered its origins, and the methods of controlling it were something he had painstakingly discerned through trial and error. How then could he possibly know this being's name or title?
However, he had indeed given this entity a name: Blood Slave.
The Blood Slave possessed no self-awareness and no true physical body. Its corporeal form was merely an illusion, manifested from the Unnamed Small Tower's power. It only appeared exceptionally real because the power used to materialize its physique was so overwhelming.
After manifesting its form, the Blood Slave neither shrieked nor wailed, nor did it stand rooted in place like a mere mannequin. Instead, it vanished in a flash of crimson light, reappearing instantly before Yang Haoran.
Concurrently, the sword-shaped Soul Armament had just shattered Remnant Moon and was rapidly thrusting towards Yang Haoran. The Blood Slave's perfectly timed arrival shielded Yang Haoran, and it unleashed a devastating punch directly at the incoming sword-shaped Soul Armament!
Boom! ! !
In a flash of lightning, the blood-mist-wreathed fist collided with the Yin Qi-surging sword-shaped Soul Armament. One of the Blood Slave's arms instantly exploded into sanguine mist, and its body shot backward like a cannonball. The sword-shaped Soul Armament was likewise sent hurtling by the Blood Slave's punch; though it didn't shatter, it was propelled back over a hundred meters. Its sheer power far eclipsed that of Remnant Moon.
The Blood Slave, propelled backward, violently stomped the void with a single foot, causing space to ripple. Its retreating body instantly stabilized in mid-air, and its shattered arm, enveloped in a cloud of sanguine mist, regrew with startling speed, like bamboo shoots after a spring rain. Emanating a pungent, bloody stench and an overwhelming, fierce aura, it charged ferociously back towards the sword-shaped Soul Armament.
The Tong Continent Great Emperor's brow furrowed imperceptibly. He had not anticipated the Blood Slave to be so immensely formidable. After directly enduring a blow from his Soul Armament, it had merely lost an arm instead of being utterly obliterated, and that shattered limb had then regrown in an instant. This recovery ability was simply too swift!
Suppressing his inner astonishment, the Tong Continent Great Emperor, through sheer mental command, forcefully stabilized the sword-shaped Soul Armament in mid-air. Then, instead of retreating, it advanced, likewise meeting the Blood Slave head-on.
The Tong Continent Great Emperor held an absolute advantage in strength. In his estimation, there was naturally no reason for him to retreat. If the Blood Slave dared to charge forward, heedless of its own demise, then he would simply crush it utterly with his overwhelming power!
In the blink of an eye, the Blood Slave's fist and the sword-shaped Soul Armament collided once more. Just as before, the Blood Slave's fist shattered again. However, this time the Blood Slave was not forced back. After one arm disintegrated, it didn't pause for a single instant, and another fist slammed towards the sword-shaped Soul Armament. Throughout this relentless assault, the shattered arm was visibly repairing itself at an astonishing speed.
Black Lightning overhead was far from idle. As the Blood Slave engaged the sword-shaped Soul Armament, lightning flashed and thunder roared within the dark clouds above, and streaks of black lightning descended, savagely striking the sword-shaped Soul Armament.
The shattered Remnant Moon condensed once more, likewise rejoining the fray. The Ghost Butterfly, which had been previously pulverized, also reappeared at this moment, fluttering gracefully around Remnant Moon, amplifying its power.
All at once, Yang Haoran's three Soul Armaments, coupled with the unique existence of the Blood Slave, collectively targeted the sword-shaped Soul Armament. The once unstoppable sword-shaped Soul Armament was, under this relentless onslaught, actually beaten back step by step, staggering and reeling, deprived of even a single opportunity to counterattack.
This spectacle astonished the Tong Continent Great Emperor once more. He was taken aback by the Blood Slave's terrifying destructive capabilities and its incredible regenerative power, but he was even more astounded by Yang Haoran's mastery of control. Yang Haoran was simultaneously commanding three Soul Armaments and a Blood Slave, and under his guidance, neither the Soul Armaments nor the Blood Slave exhibited any hesitation or misstep. They moved with the fluidity of flowing clouds and water, cooperating with flawless synchronization. To achieve such a degree of four-pronged control was exceedingly rare in this world; even he, the Great Emperor, could not accomplish it with such perfection. Though unwilling to admit it, the undeniable facts laid bare before him forced his acknowledgment!
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