Chapter 206 Horcrux Moon Wheel (Part 2)
Yang Haoran's words filled Du Da with an unprecedented sense of humiliation, causing him to laugh in furious irony.
"You stinking brat, you think you're something? It's just dumb luck. What are you boasting about? " Du Da sneered, asking.
Yang Haoran smiled and nodded. "Indeed, it's just good luck. Otherwise, I'd already be a corpse. But then again, sometimes, to survive in this world, a little luck really is essential."
Du Da let out a cold scoff. Then, under Yang Haoran's watchful gaze, he unleashed the seal on the Death God Seal within his body.
Earlier, after consuming a Death God Seal, the intense Yin Qi that initially erupted had caused cracks to appear all over his body. To prevent his body from collapsing under the Death God Seal's potent Yin Qi, he had used a technique to seal it, leaving a small opening in the seal for the Death God Seal to slowly release Yin Qi for him to absorb and recover.
Now, facing Yang Haoran, who had opened his Heaven Soul, Du Da had very little Communication Power left. Knowing he couldn't escape, he simply removed the seal, determined to fight Yang Haoran to the death.
As the seal lifted, the Death God Seal within his body once again erupted with terrifying Yin Qi. The cracks on his body, which had already healed, split open once more, seeping blood.
While an excruciating pain tore at his nerves, the power fluctuations emanating from Du Da, which had grown weak, intensified once more. The Yin Qi coiling around him also grew denser.
Yang Haoran didn't interrupt Du Da. Instead, he allowed Du Da to forcibly recover his strength via the Death God Seal, watching with a smile as Du Da's entire body seeped blood, as if relishing the pain Du Da was currently enduring.
Yet, how unpredictable things were. In a short span of time, everything had completely reversed. Now, to escape the other party and save his life, he had to exert his utmost strength. This feeling of roles being swapped filled him with immense frustration.
Power surged, and Yin Qi boiled. The power fluctuations Du Da now emitted were even stronger than when he had faced Zhong Siyu just moments ago. But the price he paid was considerable: more and more cracks appeared on his body, growing larger and larger, blood soaking his clothes. His hunched body trembled violently under the strain.
With flesh and blood sloughing off, Du Da's appearance at this moment was truly horrifying; he wouldn't even need makeup for a horror film. A "hehe" sound escaped his lips, a weak yet utterly vicious and mad cackle.
A mass of black mist gathered above his head, then rapidly expanded at a visible rate. An aura of destruction emanated from within this black mist.
Yang Haoran still wore a smile. Not only did he not make a move, but he even shoved his hands into his pockets as he watched Du Da, looking as if he were waiting for Du Da to unleash his final technique.
To Du Da, this action was an absolute and immense humiliation. As a powerful individual, his dignity was being trampled upon repeatedly by the other party. This caused the madness on his face to intensify, revealing a ferocious, utterly berserk and irrational expression.
"You will pay the price for your arrogance!"
Du Da first roared at Yang Haoran, then his hands rapidly formed seals. As one after another, the hand seals were cast, the black mist above his head grew larger and denser.
Once the seals were complete, another furious roar erupted from his mouth.
"I will sacrifice my soul to take your dog life, you brat! Communication Art, Hundred Ghosts Devouring Soul!"
As the roar faded, a wisp of white smoke, enveloped in black Communication Power, was drawn out from within Du Da's body, merging into the vast, sky-obscuring black mist above.
Du Da's eyes were wide and vacant, his vigor gone. The Yin Qi on his body dissipated, and no power fluctuations emanated from within him. Not only were there no power fluctuations, but even his life force had completely vanished.
Conversely, the black mist above his head, at that very moment, emitted wails of despair. One horrifying, twisted ghostly face after another emerged, like a pack of uncaged beasts, swarming overwhelmingly towards Yang Haoran below.
The sight before him made Yang Haoran slowly drop the smile from his face. From these overwhelming ghostly faces, he sensed a unique power fluctuation, a peculiar force that seemed intent on forcibly tearing his soul from his body.
This technique didn't target the physical body; it targeted the victim's soul. Once struck, these swarming ghastly entities would ravenously devour the target's soul, leaving them an empty husk without a spirit.
However, Yang Haoran's reason for losing his smile wasn't that this move posed a great threat to him, but rather because Du Da had voluntarily sacrificed his own soul to enhance the technique's power. He had promised Zhong Siyu that Du Da's soul would belong to her. Now that Du Da had sacrificed his soul, it would be difficult to explain to Zhong Siyu.
Du Da knew he wouldn't survive today, which was why he unleashed this technique. His goal was simple: even if he couldn't live, he would use his most powerful means to take Yang Haoran with him.
If Du Da had performed this move at his peak, Yang Haoran might have been wary. But currently, Du Da's condition was far from his peak. The strength he had forcibly recovered through the Death God Seal within his body was merely superficial; it had some effect, but against the current Yang Haoran, that effect wasn't very significant.
After all, too little time had passed. Du Da simply couldn't absorb all the Yin Qi unleashed by the Death God Seal in such a short period. Furthermore, the Yin Qi released from the Death God Seal inherently contained certain impurities, making its absorption far slower than that of Pure Yin Qi. This meant Du Da's recovery was limited.
"Hundred Ghosts Devouring Soul. . . a good name. What a pity,"
Yang Haoran gently shook his head. At that moment, the ghostly faces in the vanguard were already quite close.
He didn't dodge, nor did he make any other movements. However, the Remnant Moon, which had been quietly floating and rotating beside him, transformed into a black ray and shot forward, meeting the oncoming ghostly faces.
Along the way, the Remnant Moon's volume increased a hundredfold, protecting Yang Haoran like an impenetrable wall of bronze and iron. Its rapid rotation generated a storm of power.
The ghostly faces caught in this power storm were instantly torn to shreds, disintegrating into specks of Yin Qi and vanishing.
These ghostly faces were merely manifestations of Communication Art power, devoid of self-awareness. Though countless faces were constantly torn apart, it didn't instill fear in them; they continued to pour out from the black mist without end.
But as the torrent of ghostly faces emerged, the enormous black mist rapidly shrank, its rate of shrinkage faster than its formation.
In but the time it takes to smoke a cigarette, the black mist ceased spewing forth ghostly faces. Due to the exhaustion of its power, the black mist dispersed with a gust of Yin wind. The Remnant Moon, with a hum, reverted to its normal size and returned to Yang Haoran's side, completely unharmed.
Yang Haoran, meanwhile, turned his gaze back to Du Da. Looking at the corpse that no longer showed any signs of life, a gentle smile once again appeared on his face. Then, he walked step by step towards Du Da's rigid, unmoving body.
"My Soul Armament, I've named it Remnant Moon. How about it, isn't its power quite good?"
Yang Haoran spoke to Du Da with a smile as he walked towards his corpse.
At this moment, Du Da's body stood rigidly in place, unmoving, his eyes wide and vacant, completely devoid of breath. By all appearances, he was dead beyond dead. Yet, Yang Haoran's gaze upon him was not that of someone looking at a corpse.
Du Da offered no response, and nothing changed even after Yang Haoran had reached him.
Yang Haoran looked Du Da up and down, then spoke with a smile, "After you sacrificed your soul, I placed a seal on your body. Though this seal isn't strong, it's enough to trap a soul. It was out of distrust for an old man like you that I kept an extra wary eye. I didn't expect you to disappoint me; you really were trying to pull a fast one. If I didn't understand you a little, I might have been fooled."
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