svetikya 693. Physical struggle
693. Physical struggle
"Elder Huoyi... I'm too badly injured. If you take me with you... cough cough... neither of us will be able to leave..."
The sounds were intermittent, accompanied by heavy breathing, reflecting the owner's pain. Huo Xuan, the most proud genius of the younger generation of the Yan Clan, was now lying weakly on Huo Yi's body.
On his back, soaked with sweat and blood, was a huge wound more than a foot long, so deep that the bone was visible. The eerie energy fluctuations on the wound constantly corroded its edges, preventing any possible self-healing.
Not far behind them, in the clouds, were several obscure yet powerful auras, following them like shadows.
"What a joke! My clan is destroyed now. What's the point of an old man like me living on?" Dark red blood foam spilled from Huo Yi's mouth. It was the backlash from forcibly overdrawing his strength to fight off his pursuers.
"Even if it costs me my life, I must get rid of you. You young people are the only hope for the future rise of the Yan Clan!"
Huo Yi, a Dou Sheng expert from the Yan Clan, was also carrying Huo Xuan on his back. The two of them kept fleeing under the protection of their Dou Qi.
However, the Soul Clan's pursuers were extremely experienced, maintaining a distance that was neither too close nor too far, thanks to their overwhelming numerical and sensory advantages. Furthermore, the encirclement tightened over time, seemingly intending to wear down Huo Yi completely.
"Damn it, those persistent Soul Clan scum." The prolonged, intense chase had left Huo Yi extremely irritated. Most importantly, even as a Dou Sheng (Battle Saint) expert, his Dou Qi was nearing its limit after such a long and fierce battle.
He is currently exhausting all his resources, but he still feels powerless due to the enormous difference in strength.
"This is all I can do, Huo Xuan. I'll leave you here ahead and draw the enemy away." He bit his tongue hard, forcing himself to stay awake, and resolutely instructed Huo Xuan.
boom--
A terrifying energy attack suddenly tore through space, not from the pursuers behind them, but from someone attacking directly in the direction they were heading.
The attack precisely predicted Huo Yi's movement trajectory, tearing through space and instantly ripping apart the battle aura shield that Huo Yi instinctively generated around him. It sent both of them flying, then they tumbled to the ground in a sorry state. Huo Xuan, already injured, let out a muffled groan of extreme pain and collapsed completely to the ground, unable to move even a finger.
"Sacrificing oneself to preserve the future of one's clan is truly moving and touching." Two figures appeared before them, standing high above, looking down at them. "Unfortunately, none of you will leave today!"
The leader was a tall and imposing figure, exuding a terrifying aura. Beside him was a somewhat ethereal soul that constantly emanated a cold and venomous aura.
"Soul Slayer!" Huo Yi saw the man before him and knew all too well how terrifying he was. The name itself represented one of the most elite combat forces in the Soul Clan. On the day the Soul Clan attacked the Flame Clan, he was one of the vanguard, and a sense of despair washed over Huo Yi's heart.
Without hesitation, Huo Yi's aura surged dramatically, his remaining life force burning wildly as he struggled to pounce on the two.
"In front of me."
He didn't even move an inch; a hand enveloped in dark energy casually pressed down. The movement was so understated, as if he were merely shooing away an annoying fly.
Do you think you'll have the chance to self-destruct?
The words had barely left his mouth!
At the tip of the palm that pressed down, the space collapsed rapidly. An irresistible, extremely refined battle aura suddenly descended, like an invisible, massive gate weighing billions of pounds crashing down, instantly enveloping Huo Yi's rapidly expanding body.
puff
There was no earth-shattering roar, only a muffled cracking sound. Huo Yi's body, which had expanded to its limit and was about to turn into a fireball of destruction, disintegrated with a single, effortless press, like a balloon being instantly crushed by an invisible force.
Fragments of flesh and shattered bones exploded in the air, instantly filling the open space with an extremely thick, pungent stench of blood. It formed a churning, dense cloud of blood mist, mixed with faint traces of soul power.
Immediately afterwards, a powerful suction force erupted from the palm of Soul Slayer's hand. A flash of eerie light appeared in his palm, and the blood mist that had been spreading in the air was drawn in and forcibly gathered into a massive, churning blood sphere.
At the same time, Soul Slayer's other hand shot out with lightning speed, its five fingers forming a claw, precisely piercing into the still slightly fluctuating spatial region. He directly grabbed a weakened soul entity, none other than Huo Yi's soul. The soul entity struggled in his palm, but it was as if it could not escape the cage formed by his five fingers.
"He's still a Dou Sheng, after all," Soul Slaughter said calmly, weighing the condensed Dou Sheng essence blood in his hand and the struggling but futile soul in his hands, as if he were handling an ordinary material.
"We can't waste them." He held both the essence blood sphere and the soul body in his palm, and the dark energy formed a dense sealing sphere, temporarily sealing them away.
"Elder..."
Everything happened too fast. Huo Xuan, who was lying on the ground, watched helplessly as this horrific scene unfolded before his eyes. He tried to struggle to get up, but his injuries were too severe, and he ultimately failed. Then, right before Hun Tu's eyes, he was directly lifted into the air by his battle qi.
Soul Slayer's gaze didn't seem to linger on Huo Xuan for long, instead turning to the soul entity beside him and asking, "Have you memorized the technique?"
"It's all set."
"Then go in, this body is yours."
"Good!" The soul was none other than Tang Qiying, who had been dead for a long time but was resurrected by chance.
Then, Tang Qiying's illusory soul hands flew at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, quickly forming several hand seals, and his power suddenly surged. The originally illusory soul was instantly replaced by a dark, highly corrosive gray-black light. After doing all this, Tang Qiying transformed into a black line and rushed directly into Huo Xuan's body through his throat.
At the very moment of the soul invasion, Huo Xuan's body suddenly stiffened, and a scream of extreme pain escaped his throat.
A faint black flame suddenly emerged from Huo Xuan's body—the Eight Desolate Annihilation Flame!
Then Huo Xuan's body began to tremble strangely. His tightly closed eyes twitched violently under his eyelids, and his facial expressions changed rapidly. At this moment, two different soul forces surged within his body simultaneously.
A struggle for control of this body suddenly erupted within Huo Xuan's body.