Chapter 205: Soul Armament, Remnant Moon (Part 2)
Seeing the Soul Dispersing Needle being forced out of Yang Haoran's body little by little, Du Da's expression changed drastically once more.
It was only then that he realized his connection with the Soul Dispersing Needle had imperceptibly weakened. When that faint connection completely vanished, it would mean Yang Haoran had successfully expelled the Soul Dispersing Needle.
If it were only him and Yang Haoran here, he would undoubtedly find a way to reinforce his connection with the Soul Dispersing Needle, then fully activate it. Even if he couldn't instantly claim Yang Haoran's life, he couldn't allow Yang Haoran to successfully expel the Soul Dispersing Needle.
As long as the Soul Dispersing Needle remained inside Yang Haoran's body, he would have ample time to torture Yang Haoran to death, even if Yang Haoran had opened his Heaven Soul.
After all, the only reason Yang Haoran could slowly force the Soul Dispersing Needle out of his body at this moment was by leveraging the unique condition of opening his Heaven Soul. Without this special condition, Yang Haoran would absolutely not be able to expel the Soul Dispersing Needle by his own power, even if he had opened his Heaven Soul.
But this was merely his assumption; an assumption that it was only him and Yang Haoran present. The reality, however, differed from his hypothesis. Besides him and Yang Haoran, an Evil Spirit, Zhong Siyu, was also lurking, eyeing them like a tiger.
Du Da was no idiot. In the current situation, he knew how to make the right decision. He decisively abandoned the idea of forcibly driving the Soul Dispersing Needle back into Yang Haoran's body. Without another word, he turned and fled, not even bothering with his staff, which had been severed.
Even without his staff, Du Da's speed remained considerable. Bolstered by Communication Power, he was so swift that even a dog couldn't catch him. But just as his body surged forward, a blood-red figure blocked his path.
Watching the world around him abruptly turn blood-red without warning, he knew he had fallen into Zhong Siyu's illusion again.
Du Da wasted no words. His Communication Power transformed into two massive hands, instantly seizing the Zhong Siyu before him. Then, with a fierce rip, he tore Zhong Siyu's Spirit Body apart.
However, the torn Spirit Body did not disperse into strands of Yin Qi only to reform; instead, it vanished outright. It felt as if Du Da had not torn a Spirit Body at all, but rather a wisp of air.
Du Da knew he had been tricked. This was clearly not Zhong Siyu's actual Spirit Body, but merely a phantom conjured by Zhong Siyu within this illusion.
If he didn't break through the illusion, then within it, Zhong Siyu, the creator of this illusion, was a god.
Anxious, Du Da's expression hardened. With a flick of his hand, several black rays scattered, shooting rapidly in all directions like arrows loosed from a bowstring. He then mobilized the Communication Power within his body once more, aiming to forcibly shatter the illusion.
These black rays, suddenly flung by Du Da, were precisely the Death God Seals he had forcibly seized from Deng Feng earlier.
The Death God Seals were good, but ultimately, they couldn't compare to his life. As long as a person remained alive, the unknown tomorrow might bring more opportunities. But once a person died, their soul had undergone Soul Transformation, everything was over.
Therefore, to buy himself a sliver of time to escape, he endured the heartache and threw out all the Death God Seals he had stolen. This way, Zhong Siyu's attention would undoubtedly be drawn to the Death God Seals, giving him time to break through the illusion and escape this place.
With Communication Power surging within him, Du Da once again unleashed a Communication Art to break the illusion.
Originally, he also possessed the ocular technique of the Soul Eye, but unlike the Underworld Office's Ghost Eye, the Soul Eye had no effect on breaking illusions created by ghosts. Thus, he had no choice but to expend a large amount of Communication Power to cast the Communication Art again.
Fortunately, the Death God Seals he had swallowed were constantly releasing Yin Qi for him to absorb and recover; otherwise, his Communication Power would have long since been depleted.
As the Illusion-Breaking Communication Art was unleashed, the blood-red world before him was forcibly shattered.
However, just as the blood-red world was broken, the scene before him made Du Da freeze.
Before he knew it, Yang Haoran had appeared about a meter away from him, observing him with a smiling face.
His Soul Armament, Remnant Moon, spun slowly beside him, while in his hand, he toyed with an object. When Du Da clearly saw what Yang Haoran was playing with, his expression turned incredibly grim.
This object was none other than the Soul Dispersing Needle he had personally implanted into Yang Haoran's body.
“That was a close call; I nearly had to bid farewell to this world. But truth be told, I ought to thank you. If you hadn’t activated this Soul Dispersing Needle and weakened my soul, opening my Heaven Soul wouldn’t have been so easy. ”
Yang Haoran's smile was benevolent, and his tone exceedingly gentle. He truly seemed to be thanking Du Da.
Of course, Du Da wasn't foolish enough to take Yang Haoran's words seriously. With a dark expression, he said not a word, his figure flickering as he fled in one direction.
Yang Haoran's smile remained. With a flick of his finger, the Soul Dispersing Needle he had been toying with transformed into a black streak of light and shot into Du Da's body.
Du Da's body merely trembled; he dared not pause. He swiftly fled at an even greater speed, vanishing into the night in the blink of an eye.
Yang Haoran's smile did not fade. With a wave of his hand towards the space before him, he instantly tore open a rift. Without the slightest hesitation, he stepped into the spatial rift.
As Yang Haoran stepped into the spatial rift, Remnant Moon, which had been quietly hovering and spinning by his side, followed his steps into the rift.
At this moment, Du Da's face was ashen, and his heart burned with anxiety. A sense of danger he had never experienced before now surged within him. Even when simultaneously confronting Deng Feng and Zhong Siyu earlier, he had never felt such peril.
He had poured all his speed into fleeing, yet he still felt his escape was too slow. At this moment, he couldn't help but envy the methods of the Underworld Office.
Whether it was the ocular technique of the Ghost Eye, the agelessness and immortality gained after becoming an Emissary of Death, or the possession of a Soul Armament after opening a soul – these were all unique methods of the Underworld Office. Each one was enough to make outsiders green with envy, and Du Da, as a Spirit Medium, was no exception.
Especially the ability to tear through space. Normally, only those who had reached a significantly high level of strength could forcibly rip open space with their own power to teleport. However, the Underworld Office was an exception: as long as an Underworld Office member successfully opened their Heaven Soul, they would gain the ability to tear through space.
This was something individuals of equal strength but not members of the Underworld Office could not achieve. Underworld Office members were special, as if this world had deliberately opened a back door for them.
It was true that Du Da's strength was considerable, but it wasn't enough for him to tear through space. If he, too, could easily tear through space upon reaching the soul-opening realm like the Underworld Office members, then he wouldn't be fleeing in such a sorry state now.
No sooner had envy for the Underworld Office's methods risen in his heart than Du Da felt a violent ripple in the space before him. Then, a rift was forcibly torn open in space, and a figure stepped out from within.
Watching this figure, Du Da's face twitched violently several times, his expression as ugly as could be.
This person was none other than Yang Haoran.
Du Da stopped fleeing. With a dark face, he stared at Yang Haoran, his eyes spewing fire, while also revealing a deep sense of regret.
He didn't regret forming a life-and-death enmity with Yang Haoran. He regretted not killing Yang Haoran directly back then.
When he first discovered how cunning Yang Haoran was, he had harbored killing intent towards him. However, considering that he still needed Yang Haoran as a pawn, coupled with his absolute confidence in his own abilities, he ultimately decided to spare Yang Haoran's life.
But what he hadn't anticipated was that at the final critical juncture of his plan, he would actually stumble and fall at the hands of this young man.
“Why aren’t you running anymore? ” Yang Haoran asked with a smile, looking at the grim-faced Du Da before him.
“If you’re going to act, do it quickly. I don’t want to waste words with you,” Du Da said in a deep voice.
“Giving up so easily? If you hold on a little longer, a miracle might just happen. Though the chances are slim, it’s still better than nothing, isn’t it? So, why don’t you try running again? ”
Yang Haoran asked with a smile, though this time, his smile contained a hint of chilling killing intent.
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