Translator: CinderTL
"How can this lightning be so powerful?" Wu Yuan muttered in disbelief.
He opened his mouth and spat out a miniature Corpse Coffin, which hovered in the air.
The coffin expanded rapidly, growing to over ten feet in length in the blink of an eye.
Its surface was blood-red, wreathed in swirling Corpse Qi.
The Corpse Coffin shot skyward, directly confronting the violet-gold lightning.
Boom!
The two collided with a deafening roar.
The Corpse Qi on the coffin's surface rapidly dissipated, transforming into wisps of green smoke.
Yet more Corpse Qi surged forth from within, an inexhaustible stream.
Under the Corpse Coffin's relentless counterattack, the violet-gold lightning was forcibly cleaved apart, cascading downward like a purple waterfall, scouring the coffin's surface.
Wu Yuan's expression remained grim as he channeled all his energy into controlling the Corpse Coffin, resisting the lightning's onslaught.
He could roughly gauge that the thunder cultivator, hidden somewhere nearby, was likely weaker than himself.
However, the violet-gold lightning's immense heavenly might, vast as the cosmos, proved exceptionally effective against his Corpse Dao techniques, forcing him to treat the situation with utmost caution.
Just then, a sudden wave of dread washed over Wu Yuan.
This unsettling sensation originated from behind him.
Nine transparent blades materialized in the air.
A divine sense attack! Wu Yuan thought in alarm.
The violet-gold lightning had been a feint, a distraction to draw his attention. The true killing move was the nine transparent blades.
By the time Wu Yuan noticed them, they were already within thirty meters of him.
He hastily summoned a palm-sized jade token and channeled Spiritual Power into it, causing the token to glow faintly.
Before he could fully activate the token, the nine transparent blades pierced through the back of his head, plunging into his Sea of Consciousness in quick succession.
"Ah!"
Wu Yuan let out a piercing scream.
He felt as if countless Fierce Ghosts had invaded his Sea of Consciousness, tearing at his divine soul and inflicting unbearable agony.
Fortunately, his opponent's divine sense realm was slightly weaker than his own, allowing Wu Yuan to barely maintain consciousness, though his control over his internal Spiritual Power was significantly weakened.
The Blood-Colored Corpse Coffin's power waned sharply as well.
However, the violet lightning's energy was nearly exhausted, posing no further threat to him.
Suddenly, a black spear gleaming with icy light shot toward him from the side.
The spear was unmistakably a low-grade Spirit Treasure!
Wu Yuan abruptly realized he had fallen into a meticulously crafted trap.
The Withered Corpse Bamboo and "Ye Hua" had been mere bait, luring him into a deadly ambush.
Gritting his teeth, Wu Yuan endured the agonizing pain in his Sea of Consciousness and activated the Corpse Coffin.
High above, the lid of the Corpse Coffin suddenly sprang open.
A tall, gaunt figure leaped out.
The figure stood nearly eight feet tall, its jet-black skin stretched taut over bone and muscle.
The flesh on its face was severely eroded, exposing the white bone beneath.
The bone radiated a jade-like luminescence, exuding both an ominous aura of death and an inexplicably transcendent, otherworldly charm.
This was a spirit corpse at the fifth-tier mid-grade, a Corpse Puppet crafted by Wu Yuan himself.
The moment the spirit corpse materialized, it lunged toward Wu Yuan.
Its intent wasn't to attack Wu Yuan, but to intercept the incoming spear.
Descending from the sky, the spirit corpse swatted at the spear with a clawed hand.
The withered, razor-sharp claws struck the spear's shaft.
The spear immediately lost its trajectory, whizzing past Wu Yuan's side.
However, the spear arced through the air, reversed its course, and hurtled back toward Wu Yuan.
The spirit corpse once again moved to intercept, engaging the spear in a fierce clash.
At that moment, a figure shot out from the depths of the canyon.
Leading the charge were nine transparent blades, hurtling ahead to strike Wu Yuan.
Having already suffered from the Focused Spirit Stab, Wu Yuan was naturally prepared. At some point, he had activated the palm-sized jade token.
The jade token hovered above Wu Yuan's head, emitting a radiant glow that bathed the surrounding hundred-zhang area in silvery light.
Nine transparent blades pierced the luminous barrier, their momentum abruptly slowing as if they had plunged into quicksand. Even their formidable aura gradually weakened.
However, the jade token was clearly of insufficient quality.
Its radiant glow failed to completely neutralize the nine transparent blades, merely diminishing their power by more than half. Ultimately, they still pierced into Wu Yuan's Sea of Consciousness.
The Sea of Consciousness suffered another blow, though this time the damage was significantly less severe than before. Wu Yuan gritted his teeth and endured the pain.
By now, the approaching figure had drawn near.
Wu Yuan noticed the figure was cloaked in black, obscuring their face.
He was about to activate the Corpse Coffin to crush the intruder when a bolt of violet-gold lightning descended from the sky.
Forced to redirect the Corpse Coffin to intercept the lightning, Wu Yuan charged toward the figure empty-handed.
The intruder wielded a foot-long dagger, slashing it directly at Wu Yuan's face.
From Wu Yuan's sleeves, black metallic scales suddenly extended, completely encasing his hands. In an instant, they transformed into a pair of black iron gauntlets.
His right hand blocked the incoming dagger, while his left hand clawed toward the intruder's head.
His opponent was weaker than he'd anticipated. Wu Yuan easily blocked the short blade and, with a single claw strike, tore through the attacker's skull.
The next moment, Wu Yuan was stunned to discover that the body whose skull he had shattered transformed into a withered Corpse Puppet.
"Life-substitution art!"
The thought had barely flashed through Wu Yuan's mind when he sensed a tearing sound behind him.
Without hesitation, he activated his close-fitting protective armor, causing black scales to extend and shield the back of his head.
Unexpectedly, the short blade didn't target his skull but instead slashed at the jade token hovering above his head.
The attacker was, of course, Song Wen.
The figure Wu Yuan had severely wounded and knocked off the platform was merely a Cosmic Transformation Incarnation.
Song Wen wielded the Soul Cleaving Blade, a mid-grade Spirit Treasure. However, since the blade hadn't been refined, it could only unleash a fraction of its true power.
Wu Yuan's protective armor was clearly a low-grade Spirit Treasure.
The Soul Cleaving Blade couldn't pierce the armor.
Thus, Song Wen's plan from the start had been to destroy the jade token first.
Without the token, Wu Yuan would be vulnerable to divine sense attacks, giving Song Wen a chance to win.
The jade token was of low grade, roughly equivalent to a Pseudo-Spirit Treasure. Moreover, Wu Yuan had never anticipated that Song Wen's target was the token itself, leaving it completely undefended.
The Soul Cleaving Blade struck the jade token squarely, shattering it into countless fragments.
With the token shattered, the luminous aura that had enveloped Wu Yuan's surroundings vanished instantly.
Wu Yuan's eyes widened slightly, his gaze burning with hatred.
He whirled around and lashed out with a claw, instantly tearing Song Wen behind him into five pieces.
Yet the shredded flesh remained bloodless, revealing another Substitute Puppet.
A sense of foreboding washed over Wu Yuan. He shot to his feet, soaring straight upward.
He also summoned the Corpse Coffin and spirit corpse to guard his flanks.
Wu Yuan had barely escaped a few miles when nine more transparent blades shot toward him from below.
Without a Soul Defense Magical Treasure, Wu Yuan was helpless against the divine sense attack. He could only watch as the nine transparent blades pierced his forehead.
"Ah..."
His Sea of Consciousness was already damaged, and this Focused Spirit Stab attack only worsened his condition.
As Wu Yuan screamed in agony, his escape speed plummeted.
The searing pain in his divine soul caused his Spiritual Power to spiral out of control within his body.
(End of the Chapter)
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