Chapter 610: A Cat Choked on a Fishbone
"It seems you've figured it out, but it doesn't matter. You dodged it once; whether you can dodge it next time is hard to say."
A laugh emerged from the Blood-Clad Evil Spirit's mouth. His blood-red eyes stared at Yang Haoran, his expression full of mockery.
The Remnant Moon, which had been immobilized in the air, dissolved into Yin Qi and vanished. This Remnant Moon was never the true one to begin with; it was a creation of the Blood-Clad Evil Spirit's illusion, so Yang Haoran paid no mind to its disappearance.
He ignored the Blood-Clad Evil Spirit. Under the control of his will, the space beside him suddenly rippled violently, and the Remnant Moon reappeared. This time, the Remnant Moon that materialized was the real one.
Yang Haoran knew that the Remnant Moon's previous attack on him, its master, was clearly due to the Blood-Clad Evil Spirit's control.
The Blood-Clad Evil Spirit had used the illusion as a cover, hiding the real Remnant Moon and then creating a fake one to mislead him, almost causing him to die by his own Soul Armament.
Though he felt immense anger at this, his predominant emotion was shock—shock at the Blood-Clad Evil Spirit's power.
As an Underworld Official, he should have been the natural enemy of ghosts, yet his current predicament was dire, just like a cat that eats fish every day, yet somehow got a fishbone stuck in its throat.
Therefore, his top priority was to break through the illusion conjured by the Blood-Clad Evil Spirit. Only by shattering the illusion would he have a chance to truly harm the Blood-Clad Evil Spirit.
It was just that the illusion created by the Blood-Clad Evil Spirit was far too powerful; breaking through it was easier said than done.
Seeing Yang Haoran remain silent, the Blood-Clad Evil Spirit, a sinister grin on its face, spoke: "Why aren't you speaking? Are you perhaps thinking about how to break through the illusion I've set up?"
"That's right, I am indeed thinking about how to break through the illusion you've set up. What, do you have a good suggestion? " Yang Haoran asked, a faint smile playing on his lips.
"Yes, of course I have a way."
The Blood-Clad Evil Spirit sneered in response. As it spoke, Yang Haoran immediately felt his body enveloped once more by that immense power. Not only his physical form, but even the Soul Armament, Remnant Moon, beside him, was caught within its range.
This power was precisely the Blood-Clad Evil Spirit's ability to manipulate objects!
"As long as you die, all problems will be solved. Even if you don't break this illusion, I'll still withdraw it. Wouldn't that be better, saving time and effort? Don't you agree? " the Blood-Clad Evil Spirit asked with a smile.
"Heh heh, that is indeed a good method, but I have an even better one," Yang Haoran said with a laugh.
"Oh? Is that so? Tell me, I might even adopt it," the Blood-Clad Evil Spirit chuckled.
"It's simple. Rather than me dying, it would be better for you to die. As long as you're dead, the illusion will disappear without needing to be withdrawn. Wouldn't that be even simpler? " Yang Haoran asked with a smile.
The Blood-Clad Evil Spirit nodded, seemingly agreeing with Yang Haoran's statement.
"What you say makes a lot of sense. I, too, wish to die, but I just can't. It seems if I want to achieve that, I'll need your help."
The smile remained on Yang Haoran's face, but compared to before, it now held a hint of chilliness.
"I'm very willing to help."
Yang Haoran's reply was firm, but his body began to tremble once more, and even the Remnant Moon beside him violently shuddered.
Faced with this situation, he had no choice but to mobilize more Spirit Power to resist this force, all while protecting the Remnant Moon beside him to prevent it from being controlled again.
The two forces clashed, silent yet fierce.
The Blood-Clad Evil Spirit let out a hearty laugh, its mirth carrying a morbid frenzy. Its blood-red eyes revealed deep scorn, as if mocking Yang Haoran's overestimation of his own abilities.
"Your strength is decent, but compared to mine, it's still far too lacking. So even if you wish to help me, I fear you don't possess the power to do so."
As the Blood-Clad Evil Spirit spoke, the power enveloping Yang Haoran intensified even further than before.
Yang Haoran's smile vanished. He was now exerting his full power, yet he couldn't completely break free from this force. Instead, his body slowly began to lift into the air.
Not only that, but the Remnant Moon beside him also gradually ascended, slowly drawing closer to his body. If this continued, it wouldn't be long before the Remnant Moon touched him, and then, under the Blood-Clad Evil Spirit's control, it would undoubtedly slice into his flesh bit by bit.
Faced with this situation, he could only enhance his own strength to hope to break through the Blood-Clad Evil Spirit's object-manipulation power and, consequently, shatter the current illusion.
As for how to enhance his own strength, there were currently three methods. One was to consume a Soul Pill. As long as he swallowed a Soul Pill, he could not only restore the Spirit Power expended in this battle but also boost his power. However, this boost was limited, as fully absorbing a Soul Pill required time, and the Blood-Clad Evil Spirit would absolutely not grant him that time.
Another method was to take the Pharmacist's Medicine he had obtained from Feng Xiao. However, this liquid medicine could only temporarily enhance his physical body's strength, and it came with significant side effects on his body after the effects wore off.
As for any liquid medicine or elixir that could boost Spirit Power, he had none in his possession. Not only did he not have any, but even Feng Xiao didn't, as Feng Xiao simply didn't know how to refine such types of medicine.
It was just that Yang Haoran's physical body was only slightly stronger than that of a normal Underworld Official. Such a body would certainly be considered extremely strong in the eyes of ordinary people, but in the eyes of non-ordinary people, it was merely average.
Therefore, even if he consumed the liquid medicine to enhance his physical body, the increase in strength would be quite limited.
Moreover, the Blood-Clad Evil Spirit had no physical form, so no matter how strong his physical body became, it wouldn't cause any harm to the Blood-Clad Evil Spirit. At best, it would only make the blows hurt less. If he normally died from two slashes, after enhancing his body, he might endure a few more, but beyond that, it likely wouldn't be of much use.
There was one more method: simultaneously taking a Soul Pill and the body-enhancing liquid medicine. However, this approach seemed no different from quenching thirst by looking at plums, unable to solve the problem at its root.
But besides these three methods, Yang Haoran couldn't think of any other way to instantly boost his strength.
Just as he was worrying about this matter, a crucial question suddenly occurred to him.
He was currently trapped within the illusion created by the Blood-Clad Evil Spirit, so could everything he was experiencing right now merely be intended to scare him?
This possibility wasn't out of the question, but even if everything he was experiencing was an illusion, as long as the illusion remained unbroken, the Blood-Clad Evil Spirit still had many ways to kill him.
No matter what, breaking through the illusion was the only way out of this predicament. But breaking the illusion required absolute power, and he currently had no viable means to increase his strength. At this moment, he felt as if he were stuck in quicksand, unable to move an inch.
Watching his body rise higher and higher, and the Remnant Moon draw closer, Yang Haoran's eyes suddenly sharpened. With a resolute hardening of his heart, he decided to simultaneously consume a Soul Pill and the liquid medicine that enhanced physical strength!
Although this approach couldn't solve the problem at its root, it could at least provide some benefit.
If he had a better option, he certainly wouldn't have made this decision. But at present, he had no other recourse; he could only make this choice!
Forced into a choice he was far from satisfied with, Yang Haoran felt a mix of helplessness and anger. This anger was directed at Huo Laoban.
It had been clearly agreed that he would only save people and prevent Spirit Mediums from escaping. But now, even Mo Jingnan's Guardian Spirit had targeted him. The significant disparity in their strength had left him in an extremely perilous situation, and yet Huo Laoban hadn't appeared in time to deal with this Blood-Clad Evil Spirit. How could he not be furious? At this moment, he couldn't help but feel as though he had been set up.
Bearing his helplessness and anger, he prepared to use his will to open his independent space, then retrieve the body-enhancing liquid medicine and the Soul Pill. Although his body was immobilized, he had a way to deliver both into his mouth.
However, at that very moment, the Blood-Clad Evil Spirit seemed to suddenly sense something, and its face instantly contorted!
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