Chapter 712: The Drop Rate Is Too Low
Once at his current age, the Old Town Head had already lived most of his life. Although he knew he didn't have many years left, he didn't want to die, and certainly not at the hands of Yang Haoran, this Underworld Official.
If he died at Yang Haoran's hands, it would be the absolute end for him; not only would this life be gone, but the next one too. Only one outcome awaited him: Soul Transformation, because he was a Spirit Medium.
Therefore, he wanted to live. To successfully escape Yang Haoran's grasp right now, he could only rely on the Array Disk in his hand.
The Array Disk he held was precisely the one used to control the Python Totem Formation. Though the immense power unleashed when the Bone Blade struck earlier had shattered the formation, it hadn't destroyed the Formation Flags hidden nearby.
With the malevolent spirit now eliminated by Yang Haoran, he could only activate the Array Disk once more, hoping to use the formation's power to temporarily stall Yang Haoran. Even if it only delayed him for a short while, it would be an enormous boon, for that brief moment might well become his hope for escape.
After he activated the Array Disk, beams of light once again flared up around Yang Haoran's feet. The Python Totem Formation reappeared, and a python instantly coiled around Yang Haoran's body, binding him, attempting to restrict his movements.
While the python previously wrapped around him had been shattered by the Bone Blade's power, this didn't mean Yang Haoran lacked the strength to shatter the python now. At this moment, his power was so immense that he could easily destroy even the Bone Blade; how then could a mere coiled python stand against him?
Without any surprise, the python coiled around him was instantly shattered, failing to bind him in the slightest, dissolving into motes of spiritual light.
Yang Haoran didn't even spare the python a glance. Remnant Moon, a flash of black light, cleaved the python in half from mouth to tail.
Because this python was formed from the concentrated power of the formation, it had no physical body. Thus, no internal organs spilled out, nor did any blood spray forth; after being severed by Remnant Moon, it immediately dissolved into spiritual light.
The formation beneath Yang Haoran's feet also dimmed at this moment, vanishing once more.
After cleaving the python, Remnant Moon's momentum remained unchecked, chasing directly after the Old Town Head, who hadn't fled far. Yang Haoran, meanwhile, flickered, pursuing the Guardian Spirit. Mid-stride, he waved a large hand, snatching the Soul-Gathering Bead that had fallen to the ground back into his grasp.
Remnant Moon's speed was far greater than Yang Haoran's. Before Yang Haoran had even caught the Guardian Spirit, Remnant Moon had already overtaken the Old Town Head, severing his body at the waist.
The Old Town Head wanted to resist, but facing the terrifying speed and power unleashed by Remnant Moon, he didn't even have time to react. Forget resistance, he couldn't even manage the slightest dodge; his body was simply cut in two!
After Remnant Moon dispatched the Old Town Head, Yang Haoran caught up to the Guardian Spirit. Several ordinary chains, condensed from Spirit Power, tightly bound the Guardian Spirit.
Previously, this Guardian Spirit would have been capable of shattering such ordinary chains, but now, no matter how it struggled, it could not break free. It could only watch helplessly as it drew closer and closer to the Soul-Gathering Bead, until it was forcefully absorbed into it by Yang Haoran, the Underworld Official!
From the moment Yang Haoran unleashed his full power to the end of the battle, only a brief time elapsed. In that short span, Yang Haoran utterly crushed his targets with overwhelming strength, bringing the fight to a swift conclusion.
Deactivating his Heaven Soul and reining in his power fluctuations, Yang Haoran flickered, first arriving before the Old Town Head's corpse.
Just as Remnant Moon had slain the Old Town Head, Yang Haoran had sensed a change in the spatial location where he stood. Now, standing before the corpse and surveying the scene, the smile on his face couldn't help but deepen.
The Old Town Head's body, severed in two, lay sprawled on the ground, blood continuously gushing from the severed ends, soaking the earth and filling the area with a metallic scent.
Yang Haoran had witnessed such bloody scenes countless times, so they elicited no reaction from him. The reason his smile deepened was because, scattered across the ground beside the Old Town Head's two halves, lay a collection of items: strange artifacts, yellowed books, and even a Demon Pill.
All these items had come from the Old Town Head's independent space. In the very instant Remnant Moon had slain him, his independent space had also been burst open by the attack, scattering all its contents across the ground.
It had been a long time since Yang Haoran had managed to burst open an enemy's independent space, so seeing this sight now naturally brought a hint of joy to his heart. After all, these items were resources, and the fact that he could even make a target's independent space drop its contents meant his luck was quite good.
"The drop rate is just too low," Yang Haoran couldn't help but think to himself. "If only there were a way to increase it."
It was no wonder he harbored such a thought, for after slaying a target, the probability of their independent space bursting open was indeed miniscule, less than one in ten.
If there were a way to increase the drop rate, he would undoubtedly strike it rich. After all, independent spaces were prime locations for people like them to store treasures; once burst open, they always yielded a fortune.
Due to time constraints, Yang Haoran didn't meticulously inspect these items. Instead, he swept them all into his own independent space in one go, planning to sort through them later upon his return.
Following that, he forcibly condensed the souls of both the Old Town Head and the previous Spirit Master from their corpses into spirits, extracting them and collecting them into the Soul-Gathering Bead.
After collecting the two souls, Yang Haoran picked up the Array Disk that the Old Town Head had previously activated, injecting his Spirit Power into it.
As the Spirit Power flowed in, the formation began to operate, and he gained the ability to control this set of formation arrays.
Under his control, several Formation Flags burst out of the ground from various hidden areas, hovering briefly in the air before flying in a line towards him, finally landing in his hand.
After a quick inspection, finding no damage to the Formation Flags, he smiled and stored the entire set in his independent space.
Truth be told, this set of Formation Flags was quite effective. Pre-arranged, it was an excellent method for ambushing people. If an ordinary Emissary of Death had encountered this formation, they might very well have lost their life due to its deceptive power.
He himself was a perfect example; if he hadn't held back some of his true strength earlier, he might have indeed perished because of this very formation.
Beyond its deceptive abilities, the Formation Flags themselves also boasted impressive defenses. Despite the formation being destroyed twice in quick succession, not a single flag suffered significant damage, a testament to their quality.
With Yang Haoran's current strength, this set of Formation Flags offered him very limited assistance. However, just because he couldn't use them didn't mean others couldn't. Gifting this set of Formation Flags to his subordinates would undoubtedly provide them with an invaluable treasure.
After putting away the Formation Flags, Yang Haoran conducted a thorough sweep of the area, checking for any missed details. Only after ensuring everything was in order did he leave the mountain.
The previous battle had been quite tumultuous, but since this was one of the few remote areas within Lecheng, the earlier struggle hadn't attracted any curious onlookers. At least, Yang Haoran hadn't spotted anyone arriving before he left the area.
After departing the mountain, Yang Haoran returned to the small town, arriving at the Spiritualist Temple that had only recently been completed.
Outside the temple, there were no tables or chairs, nor any worshippers. By this time, all the villagers had long since returned to their homes; no one remained. Even the temple's main doors were now tightly shut and locked.
Compared to the lively atmosphere during the temple fair, the Death God Temple now appeared somewhat desolate, even a little eerie.
Yang Haoran chose to appear here at this time, naturally, because he intended to do something.
Gazing at the Spiritualist Temple before him, a faint smile played on his lips. Then, he raised his arm towards the temple, and with an airy squeeze of his hand, he crushed the newly completed Spiritualist Temple directly into ruins!
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