Chapter 1665 - 1703: Dead Soul (First Update)
Chapter 1665: Chapter 1703: Dead Soul (First Update)
The Heavenly Sword strikes without hesitation.
His body trembles, blood within rushing like a torrent, as countless black threads fly out from behind him, all shooting towards Jiang Fan.
This is precisely the talent of their Dark Shura Clan, Puppet!
As long as the threads entangle the opponent, they can turn them into a marionette puppet.
A solidified Immortal Palace and a sea of black threads simultaneously crash towards Jiang Fan.
This is the full-force strike of two Heavenly Human Five Declines Great Venerates!
Jiang Fan’s eyes reveal killing intent, firmly locking onto Liu Bianhuang, activating the Tai Chu Prison Sky Gourd.
Simultaneously handling two people, more than enough!
But, just as he opens his mouth to shout "Liu Bianhuang" three words.
The hunting ground suddenly resounds with the low and solemn sound of a horn.
As the sound passes, the world suddenly turns cold, and all the hair on Jiang Fan’s body stands up uncontrollably, covered with goosebumps.
Liu Bianhuang and the Heavenly Sword’s expressions suddenly change.
They hurriedly restrain their talents, actually afraid to attack Jiang Fan anymore, fully retracting their surging aura.
Even Young Master Xiang sheaths his sword, casting his gaze around.
Yun Wanxiao, who had remained silent without making a move, reminded, "Jiang Fan, quickly put away your magical treasure, restrain all your aura."
"Do not speak, and do not make any noise."
"Otherwise, certain death awaits."
He hesitates for a moment, is this a trick because they fear his Tai Chu Prison Sky Gourd, trying to fool him?
However, seeing Young Master Xiang sheath his sword, he knows it’s true!
Immediately and decisively follows the advice.
Others might play tricks, but Young Master Xiang won’t.
To put it accurately, he disdains to do so.
Meanwhile, the White Tiger beneath him even crouched down, intentionally suppressing its rough breathing, not making any noise.
It stretches out its tiger claws, once again drawing a sickle and a skull on the ground.
Jiang Fan’s heart slightly tightens.
The third kind of legendary Ancient Dark Creatures?
Is it really that terrifying? Even one as strong as Young Master Xiang, even one as arrogant as Liu Bianhuang, both refrain from acting or speaking.
Giants, Blood Demons, aren’t they also Ancient Dark Creatures?
Why is the third kind of Ancient Dark Creatures so terrifying?
Thinking about it, Yun Wanxiao’s voice suddenly speaks in his mind:
"Be careful, the third kind of Ancient Dark Creatures is coming."
Jiang Fan looks at the others, realizing they haven’t noticed the transmission, and is secretly amazed.
The means of the Angel Clan are indeed mystical.
He tries to reply, saying:
"Elder, what is it called?"
"Dead Soul."
Yun Wanxiao solemnly transmitted two words.
Jiang Fan is in awe.
From the name alone, it doesn’t seem like anything good.
He ponders and asks: "Is it more dangerous than Giants, Blood Demons?"
Yun Wanxiao’s voice grows even heavier.
"It’s so dangerous that it almost wipes out its own kind."
"Currently, they only exist in Linglang Hunting Grounds and in very few other worlds."
Jiang Fan is puzzled.
How did they drive themselves to extinction?
Yun Wanxiao continues his voice transmission: "Dead Soul exists in a soul state, fearless of any attacks from outside the soul level."
"Moreover, unless mastered in powerful soul defense techniques, creatures of the same realm cannot block its sickle."
Gasp!
Jiang Fan inhales sharply.
Finally understanding the terrifying nature of such dark creatures!
No one can inflict even the slightest harm upon it, yet it can effortlessly snatch life away!
In this world, those who have mastered soul techniques or possess soul talents and domains are extremely rare.
Most creatures that encounter them are doomed to die.
Yun Wanxiao slowly says:
"Throughout the millennia, any world invaded by Dead Soul has not survived, all creatures inside were wiped out."
"And when there are no creatures to harvest, Dead Souls kill each other, ultimately almost driving themselves extinct, with only a few powerful Dead Souls remaining."
Jiang Fan realizes.
He thinks about the Asura Clan settlements raised by the Ancient Giants in the Southern Heavenly Realm.
Why did the Giants specify hunting only once a century?
It’s to give them a chance to breed, so there’s prey left after each hunt isn’t completely depleted.
The Dead Soul suffered from doing everything too thoroughly.
Yun Wanxiao stares into the distance, amidst the howling wind, a vast ominous shadow cast upon the earth, turning it as black as ink.
His voice transmission suddenly heavy: "It’s here!"
"Remember, don’t make a sound!"
"Dead Souls in the Hunting Ground are selected from those Remnant Souls, you can imagine how dangerous they are."
Jiang Fan’s expression is deeply serious.
The Dead Souls killing each other until the end, those who survived, it’s unimaginable how strong they must be.
At the very least the level of Heavenly Human Five Declines of the Human Clan, possibly even reaching the Virtuous Realm!!!
No wonder Young Master Xiang is fully prepared!
He puts away the Rebellious Guy on his shoulder, throwing it into the Space Storage Device, to prevent it from making any noise.
Then he looks at the White Tiger, this old coin fears death even more than he does, no need for extra caution.
Lastly, it’s the puppet of the Three Crowned Asura King; being a puppet, it needs no worry at all.
However, Jiang Fan didn’t notice, the female Asura hidden in the black mist; her gaze quietly shifts.
Jiang Fan ensures there’s nothing amiss, then holds his breath, silently watching the strange huge shadow in the distance.
It seems to possess its own spiritual wisdom, moving rapidly across various parts of the earth.
Crack—
Suddenly.
In the nearby pile of chaotic rocks, a Heavenly Human Three Decline Strongman hiding within accidentally steps on a stone, producing a crisp sound.
Though far away, Jiang Fan and others barely hear the faint sound, no louder than breathing.
Yet, the shadow even farther away sensed it.
The shadow that was moving elsewhere suddenly darts towards the chaotic rock pile.
That Heavenly Human Three Decline Strongman is greatly shocked and hurriedly uses the Instantaneous Movement ability of Divinity Transformation Venerable, trying to escape the ordeal.
But the shadow is simply too fast.
Before he even has time to react, the shadow envelops the rock pile, plunging it into darkness.
A piercing scream halts abruptly in the shadow.
When the shadow slowly retreats, everyone’s pupils shrink, realizing that the life force within the rock pile has been wiped out.
The eyes are opened wide like bells, the face is filled with terror, arms clinging desperately around the neck.
This is a Heavenly Human Three Decline, dead in just one encounter!
Beads of cold sweat appear on Jiang Fan’s forehead, not daring to breathe heavily.
Everyone else is the same, none daring to make the slightest sound.
Even Yun Wanxiao dares not to use voice transmission.
The world falls into a dead silence, only the ghostly shadow black as ink moves about the Ancient Wilderness Hunting Ground.
Occasionally a scattered Blood Demon King is accidentally enveloped by the shadow, its rough breaths and strong heartbeats captured at close range by the shadow, ending its life on the spot.
Jiang Fan is deeply shocked.
It’s not just staying silent that ensures survival.
If accidentally enveloped by the shadow, it’s still extremely dangerous.
Fortunately, all five humans and the tiger have good sense, certainly not making such low-level mistakes as causing noise.
However, unanticipated troubles arose.
The side of the volcano being split cannot hold after remaining strong for so long.
With a thunderous roar, it suddenly collapses.
The thunderous noise echoes throughout the world.
And the shadow moving to the distance naturally senses it.
Jiang Fan dully looks at Young Master Xiang who cleaved the volcano, at this moment, the only thought comes to mind.
Pretentiousness meets divine retribution, indeed!