Chapter 609: Uncontrolled
From amidst the swirling dust and smoke, Yang Haoran slowly rose from the ground. His body trembled slightly, not from cold, but from strenuously resisting the force that sought to control him.
"Friend, you're a bit heavy-handed."
A low voice issued from Yang Haoran's mouth. His voice was not loud, and quite calm, but if one carefully perceived his voice, his tone, they would find a suppressed rage beneath the tranquil sound.
As his voice faded, a powerful surge of energy erupted from within him. The emergence of this power surge scattered the pervading dust and smoke in the area!
Yang Haoran's figure was revealed, billowing black smoke rose from his body, and an even more powerful surge of energy than before radiated from within him.
At this moment, he had unleashed all of his power. It wasn't that he wanted to unleash all his strength so quickly, but the recent situation forced his hand, because if he didn't, he wouldn't have been able to dispel the power enveloping him. And if he hadn't dispelled that force in time, he would still be violently smashing into the ground; it wouldn't stop until he was literally smashed to death.
"I only slammed you twice, and you think that's heavy-handed? Then what do you call severing that Spirit Medium into two halves with a single blow just now?"
A sinister voice echoed. Diagonally above Yang Haoran, an Evil Spirit was currently suspended, hovering. The Evil Spirit was clad in blood-red robes, drops of fresh blood continuously falling from his Blood-Clad attire. This Evil Spirit was precisely Mo Jingnan's Blood-Clad Evil Spirit, and it was he who was now speaking.
The Blood-Clad Evil Spirit had been the one to launch the attack Yang Haoran had just endured. Using his power of telekinesis, he had directly targeted Yang Haoran's body for control, then, by repeatedly slamming him into the ground, he had intended to completely eliminate Yang Haoran, but he had not succeeded.
Though he hadn't managed to smash Yang Haoran to death, those two impacts had still inflicted considerable damage to his physical body.
Listening to the Blood-Clad Evil Spirit's retort, Yang Haoran stylishly spat a mouthful of blood to the side. A faint smile then appeared on his face.
"Clearly, I'm a little more ruthless than you."
The Blood-Clad Evil Spirit hadn't anticipated such a reply from Yang Haoran. He paused for a moment, stunned, then a hideous, terrifying expression twisted his face.
"You certainly are ruthless, but whether you're as ruthless as I am, as cruel as I am, you'll soon find out."
Yang Haoran's expression remained unchanged, still maintaining his smile, but inwardly, he was extremely vigilant.
Just now, when the Blood-Clad Evil Spirit suddenly employed its telekinetic ability on him, he hadn't sensed any precursor before being enveloped by this force, leaving him no time to react in that instant.
Although he had successfully broken free from this power for now, it didn't mean it had vanished permanently. As long as the Blood-Clad Evil Spirit seized an opportunity, it could at any moment reapply its telekinetic ability on him and inflict damage upon his physical body.
Compared to acquired Evil Spirits, congenitally formed Evil Spirits were far more powerful. Mo Jingnan's Blood-Clad Evil Spirit was undoubtedly the most formidable Evil Spirit Yang Haoran had ever encountered to date. Even Zhong Siyu, who was also a Blood-Clad Evil Spirit, her original strength paled in comparison to Mo Jingnan's Blood-Clad Evil Spirit. This could be discerned from their eyes and the aura of Yin Qi emanating from them.
It was precisely because of the Blood-Clad Evil Spirit's overwhelming power that Yang Haoran's heart was now filled with extreme vigilance, lest he end up dying by his opponent's hand without even knowing how.
Without Yang Haoran's control, Remnant Moon's power diminished considerably. The reduction in power caused its destructive effect on the barrier to weaken as well. The barrier, which had been on the verge of shattering, now began to repair itself at a visible rate.
Remnant Moon had originally been partly outside and partly inside the barrier, but now, as the Blood-Clad Evil Spirit's voice faded, Remnant Moon suddenly flew backward. It seemed as though it was forcibly ripped from within the barrier by a pair of invisible hands and thrown out, or perhaps it was flung away by the barrier's own power, then, at an incredibly swift speed, it darted towards Yang Haoran, its very master, as if to strike him down.
Although Yang Haoran was Remnant Moon's master, if his body were struck by Remnant Moon, the outcome would be the same: he would still be harmed, and might even suffer the same fate as the female Spirit Medium before him, his physical body severed into two by the sharp Remnant Moon.
For a dignified Underworld Official to ultimately die by his own Soul Armament—that would surely be the biggest joke imaginable!
Watching Remnant Moon rapidly assault him, Yang Haoran did not evade, but instead attempted to make Remnant Moon stop.
Under his control, Remnant Moon indeed halted in mid-air, but then he felt something was amiss, and immediately dodged to the side.
A sharp pain shot through his arm. Yang Haoran looked down to see that his left arm had been sliced open, with fresh blood seeping from the wound.
Just moments ago, there had been nothing there, yet his arm had been inexplicably injured like this. It was indeed both eerie and terrifying.
However, Yang Haoran knew exactly what had happened, and it was precisely because he knew that he had dodged instinctively. Gazing at the wound on his arm, a wave of lingering fear washed over him.
If his reaction had been even half a beat slower, then he would likely have been cut in half at the waist by now, and it wouldn't have been a mere cut on his arm.
What had suddenly attacked him just now was none other than his own Soul Armament, Remnant Moon. As for the Soul Armament Remnant Moon he had controlled in the air, that was not the true Remnant Moon, but an illusion created by a mirage.
To be precise, not only was Remnant Moon an illusion created by the mirage, but everything Yang Haoran saw at this moment was an illusion, all a mirage crafted by the Blood-Clad Evil Spirit. Yet, this mirage was simply too real, so real that even Yang Haoran's Ghost Eye struggled to discern it.
One must understand that Yang Haoran's Ghost Eye was not as it usually was at this moment. Under the amplification of a massive amount of Spirit Power, the power of his Ghost Eye had significantly increased. Yet, even so, he still couldn't detect anything amiss in this place.
His successful dodge wasn't because he had seen through the mirage, but because he shared a unique connection with his Soul Armament, Remnant Moon, and thus discovered that the Remnant Moon suspended motionless in the air was not real, while the true Remnant Moon seemed to be attacking him, and it was doing so uncontrollably.
To preserve his life, having realized the truth, he swiftly made his body dodge, thus narrowly escaping disaster, with only a cut left on his arm.
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