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“Ha ha ha, I never imagined that a human could reach such a level. Huh, actually…” As he gripped the blade that pierced through his body, faint wisps of black mist seeped out between his fingers.
With each word he spoke, it was as if blood was spilling forth, and this mist grew thicker. Even more terrifying was the body impaled by the blade; the dense mist pouring from the wound far exceeded all that had previously escaped combined!
His form began to fade, becoming dim and transparent due to this overflow.
Yang Xiaoyou had always regarded him highly, but never expected him to reach such a state. The ability to devour his companions and assimilate the sword formation with his own soul was likely a special trait resulting from his transformation.
After being forced into a corner, he had somehow managed to escape? He had found a way to counterattack!
“Perhaps you should take that question to hell and ask Yama,” Yang Xiaoyou said. Facing someone on the brink of death, he showed no signs of relenting. Gripping the Soul Blade tightly, he swung it diagonally, tearing a horrific gash through his opponent's body.
Thick black mist erupted forth, nearly engulfing the surroundings!
“Ha ha! You can't kill me! I can feel it! I've sensed my resurrection! Ha ha! Just as I thought! It really works!” At that moment, the nearly bisected metallic figure erupted into wild laughter. This sudden shift made Yang Xiaoyou’s expression change dramatically. Then, as if something catastrophic occurred outside their world, a violent explosion resonated, shaking the entire space and causing cracks to appear as if something immense had happened beyond.
The area before them had already been weakened by the opponent's Soul Aura; combined with the terrifying tremors from outside, it shattered instantly. All the black mist along with the metal itself was sucked out through the broken fissures, and chaos reigned in the world.
Due to the raging winds, Yang Xiaoyou squinted against the gloom. His face turned pale with anger as he coldly snorted and raised his hand to shatter reality itself.
Just as he entered the real world, he caught sight of a Crimson Figure shooting away from a pit of devastation, quickly disappearing from view.
At that moment, several other figures fell lifelessly to the ground, their expressions vacant.
Meanwhile, where the metal had originally been located, a massive crater radiated outward in all directions. Inside lay a gruesome scene of blood and flesh—this was likely the source of the tremors!
Watching the figure of Crimson, which had already distanced itself and was moving even more swiftly, Yang Xiaoyou couldn't help but furrow his brow with a sigh.
He hadn't expected that this fellow's trump card would be like this. From the sight of Crimson, whose skin seemed to have completely peeled away, exposing its muscles, it was likely that the explosion at the beginning was a result of it sacrificing part of its own body. This must have been the source of its Heart and Sense of Crisis when it first transformed!
He never imagined that within the spiritual realm, being eroded by the opponent's soul would lead to such a phenomenon upon even a slight connection.
Although time flowed differently in the spiritual realm compared to the outside world, the immediate detonation caused by the opponent had impacted his own essence and shattered his world!
The choice to flee immediately was probably due to the immense burden that explosion placed on itself. Perhaps because this was a life-saving technique, or maybe because it had lightened after sacrificing part of its body in the self-detonation, its speed only increased as it departed.
With its own spirit suffering some backlash, it was clear that he could no longer catch up.
"What a pity. If given a choice, I would rather have kept just that one. The others escaping wouldn’t matter." Yang Xiaoyou sighed as he watched the last one flee. The threat posed by that particular creature was far too great. The only consolation was that the damage inflicted on it must have been significant, especially with the severing in his spiritual realm. Even if it recovered, its level would surely drop several tiers.
Considering its lifespan as well, it would likely have little time left to return to its former peak.
Given its formidable strength, it might even meet its end before recovery could occur.
Yet despite all these potential factors, Yang Xiaoyou felt increasingly frantic. There’s no way to guard against thieves every day when they’ve been stealing for a thousand days; this feeling was utterly disgusting.
Just as he was summarizing his gains and losses, he suddenly shivered all over.
Turning his head slowly, he saw a pair of lively creatures staring at him with eyes filled with a beast-like hunger.
"What do you want?" Yang Xiaoyou, who had just caught her breath, now wore a wary expression as she began to slowly back away.
Yang Kai and Qin Meng exchanged glances before they both lunged forward. Yang Kai pinned down her upper body while Qin Meng, without a hint of hesitation about their boss being present, started to pull down Yang Xiaoyou's pants.
"Hey, wait! What are you doing? This is too much!" Although she had the strength to break free, Yang Xiaoyou was afraid of hurting them, so she could only struggle within limits while scolding them.
"The birthmark is here; it's definitely that brat," Qin Meng said after inspecting closely, tossing Yang Xiaoyou aside like a used rag. She nodded, feeling a bit strange.
Yang Kai also nodded in agreement; it was indeed that brat without a doubt.
The two of them then began to chatter among themselves, leaving Yang Xiaoyou with a face full of tears as she pulled up her pants, lamenting, "I’ll never get married now."
"Such a pale backside," the ignored boss commented with a whistle.
"Alright, although this is a bit fantastical, you are undeniably our son. Well, you’ve grown up now; everyone has their secrets, so we won’t pry into everything." After exchanging simple opinions, Yang Kai glanced at his wife and spoke to Yang Xiaoyou.
"We're glad to see how capable you've become. It gives us peace of mind. Although it seems that not much can threaten you now, we still hope that before you do anything, your safety comes first. Everything else is secondary. As long as you don’t violate basic principles and righteousness, we will support you." Qin Meng added with a grin while chewing on some grass.
Though their words seemed casual and even a bit carefree, the undeniable bond of family made Yang Xiaoyou feel deeply touched.
Just like Zhao Liang had said before, she didn’t bind them with her own wishes, nor did they try to constrain her with their own ideas.
In life, everyone is the protagonist of their own story and merely a supporting character in others'.
"Fifteen magical artifacts... I feel like I'm about to cry," Yang Xiaoyou thought as she counted the remaining jade pendants like a miser.
In the months since arriving from Iceland, I had been tirelessly nurturing this quick-forming artifact, even spending a fortune to gather some on the market.
However, in order to ensure maximum effectiveness, I ended up using more than half of it all at once. How could I possibly sustain that?
Fortunately, these artifacts were used wisely. If it weren't for the fact that I had established a more secure virtual space as a precaution, being directly caught in the explosion caused by that Melee would have left me severely injured, if not dead. If Beside and others who remained unaccounted for rushed in at that moment, my situation would have been truly perilous.
No wonder my opponent wanted to face me alone; they likely intended to use their final move without endangering their companions.
Eight High-Rankers! Seven Dead, One Injured! Such an impressive record would be hard for anyone familiar with terror to believe!
Although aside from my parents, there was also a strange witness. My parents assured me of Boss's reliability, and even if such words got out, no one would believe them. Yang Xiaoyou also trusted my parents' judgment; after all, they would never harm me.
Meanwhile, on the vast plains, a Crimson Figure finally collapsed to the ground, slowly moving toward a cave beside it.
My heart was still filled with relief from narrowly escaping death.
"Such terrifying humans! Or perhaps a high-ranking counterpart hidden among them! Eight companions acted together, and yet I am the only one left to flee like a dog! I must take revenge; I will definitely take revenge!" Leaning against the rock wall, the metallic figure's eyes flashed with fear and hatred.
Since becoming part of this group, I had never suffered such a great loss!
"You seem quite dissatisfied?" At that moment, a clear and melodious sound like silver bells reached its ears, causing an ethereal sensation within it as if all its hatred had been washed away.
"Master?!" Looking at the figure of Lianli gradually entering the cave, disbelief appeared on the metallic face, followed by an expression of fervent devotion as it lowered its head.
"Well, your group's mission was actually completed quite well this time." The stunning figure, Eerie, extended a finger and tapped the exquisite Xia Mi Dao.
"It is my incompetence that has led to the loss of so many Elites." The metallic figure lowered its head, seemingly accepting all responsibility without a hint of complaint.
"Honestly, losing some defective products isn't a big deal. It's just that the Fox Girl has a bit of talent. However, for you flawed ones, the emergence of such resentment in your Heart is something that cannot be mended." The tone of the beautiful figure seemed somewhat troubled as she spoke to herself.
"If it were someone else, I would have just devoured them. But since it's your mistress, it's better for you to die instead. What a pity; you actually had some potential." With a sigh and a shake of her head, the magnificent figure turned and walked away. Before leaving, she flicked a ring that spiraled down to land in front of the metallic figure.
"This looks somewhat familiar," the metallic figure thought, still unable to grasp the Master's meaning. Its mind felt hazy and confused as it stared at the ring that had flown before it, sensing an odd familiarity.
Before it could fully comprehend what was happening, the ring shattered, and a cold light pierced through its head!
Oh, so that's how it is.
As it fell to the ground, the metallic figure's once-bright eyes seemed to recall Sister Four's demise.
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