Merging with Demon Spirits

Chapter 749: Chapter 559: Sword Soul (Part 2)

In the close-quarters fight against Ye Qiu, even Ye Xing was at a disadvantage.

Ye Qiu hurled a punch at the Sword Soul, resembling a mace covered with spikes. But somehow, the Sword Soul disappeared, with the longsword appearing behind Ye Qiu, a flash of cold light slicing through the air. Three sword shadows appeared in the air, Ye Qiu dodged, but two bloody lines were still left on his back, bleeding profusely.

”Ssshhh...”

A sharp, dense sound emerged as the Sword Soul swung its sword, the sword light dazzling as sword intent cascaded like fine rain, appearing very magnificent, yet filled with murderous intent.

”Kill.”

Ye Qiu waved his hand, over a hundred spears appeared out of thin air, thrusting toward the Sword Soul, but faced with the sword rain covering the sky, the spears were shredded by the sword rain, disappearing without a trace.

”Crushed!”

Yun Tianqi said, his tone heavy.

Others’ expressions also looked bleak, this was simply a battle beyond levels.

Ye Qiu was completely subdued.

Without using Soul Skills, relying solely on weapons and combat skills, there was no power to resist.

Seeing everyone’s exclamations, Lin Feng said:

”In the Land of Fallen Gods, spiritual artifacts that can be preserved intact until now are all advanced spiritual artifacts. Those who were able to use such artifacts while alive were top-tier experts of the upper rank Spirit King or upper rank Martial King levels, possibly even an Emperor. Comparing combat skills with such top-tier experts who have lived for hundreds of years, it’s just asking for trouble, isn’t it?”

Even if the Sword Soul has little intelligence, it still possesses combat awareness, a natural instinct imprinted deep in the soul, not forgotten even after death.

The combat skills and techniques of the Sword Soul, although not as good as while alive, were far beyond what they could compare to.

”Ssss...”

A terrifying sword intent swept through the void, the air sounding hollow, Ye Qiu’s entire body tense, the center of his brow tingling, that felt like the sensation of being locked by sword intent.

”Ssh!”

Blood seeped from the corner of Ye Qiu’s mouth, his face slightly pale.

The Sword Soul didn’t even attack him, just the sword intent alone was too much to bear, causing him to spit out a pillar of Hell Dragon Flame, forcing the approaching Sword Soul to retreat.

Hell Dragon Flame is a divine level Soul Skill, effective against such Yin Souls, making the Sword Soul wary of approaching. Even having had the upper hand in the battle just now, its first thought was to escape.

Ye Xing and others moved forward one after another, wanting to test the Sword Soul’s strength, how strong is it really?

Even when five fought one, they still couldn’t handle the Sword Soul, and even two got injured.

”Enough, stop playing, you’re not its match.”

Lin Feng said.

”Troublesome, too strong.”

Others retreated helplessly.

The Sword Soul’s speed is fast, and its body is phantasmal, immune to any physical attack and most Soul Skills. When you stab at it, it doesn’t care, but can use your attack to close in, its attack methods extremely bizarre.

In a frontal confrontation, without releasing Soul Skills, no one is the Sword Soul’s match.

If the Sword Soul chose to flee, it would be even harder to stop.

To kill a Yin Soul, one must let the Yin Soul merge into the body, using Qi and blood power for a tug-of-war battle.

Compared to a Yin Soul, a Sword Soul possessing a spiritual artifact is more cunning, and with superior combat skills and an advanced spiritual artifact, it’s impossible to hunt it down, even for a King.

A typical King wouldn’t dare entertain such thoughts either.

The Qi and blood of a King far exceed Ninth Grade, entering the Land of Fallen Gods without special means of concealment, they would be like a shining sun.

If exposed, it would instantly attract a plethora of Soul Skills, besieged by hundreds of Yin Souls.

This is also the reason Alien Race Kings and Emperors do not dare enter the Land of Fallen Gods at night.

Unless, like at a gathering place, a barrier is constructed by hundreds of Kings to withstand the attacks from Yin Souls.

”Thunder Tribulation.”

Lin Feng looked at Yang Ningbing and said.

Yang Ningbing nodded, her gaze fixed on the Sword Soul, waving the Bone Staff.

”Crackle...”

Bolts of lightning danced around Yang Ningbing’s body.

In the dim sky, thunderclouds rapidly gathered, rotating continuously, scattering blood-colored lightning arcs as they spun, the terrifying pressure almost stopping the airflow entirely.

The Sword Soul looked up at the sky, feeling a terrifying pressure. It frantically swung the longsword in its hand, sword qi crisscrossing, carving a path of escape with each flash of sword light.

No one stopped it, what if it escaped?

The divine level Soul Skill ”Thunder Tribulation” is unavoidable, must be endured.

”Boom!” A loud noise resonated.

A thick red thunderbolt tore through the pitch-black night sky, descending with a shrill wail, accompanied by earth-shattering might.

The destructive form descended through everything, distorting and shaking the space, the air filled with an acrid, burnt smell.

The Sword Soul attempted to flee, but found its body immobilized.

Even before the red thunder descended, the ground centered on the Sword Soul sank, and stones crumbled into powder.

The Sword Soul could only swing its Spirit Sword, a massive shadow with overwhelming sword intent cleaving toward the red thunder.

Sword shadow and thunder collided, vanishing simultaneously.

After five seconds, another red thunderbolt struck down.

Five Thunder Tribulations fell in succession, five sword shadows appeared, leaving the ground a mess, creating a pit seven or eight meters wide, more than two meters deep.

When the thunderclouds dispersed, the Sword Soul in the pit became incredibly dim, wisps of black flame scorching its body.

While the Sword Soul’s attack was locked by Thunder Tribulation, Ye Qiu also launched his attack.

In the face of Thunder Tribulation, the Sword Soul couldn’t afford to focus on Ye Qiu’s Hell Dragon Flame.

The Yin Qi on the Sword Soul continuously resisted the high temperature of the Hell Dragon Flame.

When the Hell Dragon Flame faded, the phantasmal form of the Sword Soul was almost gone, the longsword in its grasp appeared dull and dim.

”Alright, you can start.”

Lin Feng looked at Gong Shan and said.

”Xiaoxiao, remember it’s sealing, not devouring, it’s sealing, okay!”

Gong Shan, having communicated with his sister for quite a while, still reminded her cautiously, appearing somewhat nervous himself.

Gong Xiaoxiao nodded, seemingly understanding, walking toward the Sword Soul. The Sword Soul now had no strength left, the spiritual artifact slipping from its grasp, clattering to the ground, seemingly calling out to its master.

The Sword Soul no longer cared about its spiritual artifact, it only wanted to escape, but arcs of electricity occasionally struck its body, making its already phantasmal figure even more transparent.

”Alright, it’s a pity if it gets dispersed.”

Lin Feng said, Yang Ningbing stopped attacking.

Gong Xiaoxiao had already appeared before the Sword Soul, just like before, pulling the Sword Soul into her body like eating a spicy strip.

”Soul Capturing, Seal!”

Afraid that his sister might forget, Gong Shan reminded again.

This time, Gong Xiaoxiao’s speed of devouring the Yin Soul was visibly faster, the Sword Soul vanishing in mere seconds.

Under everyone’s watchful gaze, Gong Xiaoxiao looked confused, not knowing what to do next, until her brother gestured wildly, she blinked and summoned a phantom.

It was the form of the Sword Soul.

But now, the once phantasmal Sword Soul had turned into a deep black, resembling a mere shadow.