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That seemingly ordinary purple-brown arrow, shockingly, ripped open a visible crack in space along its path!
"Damn it! That girl really is the Woeful Poison Body! No wonder she could absorb the Ghostly Poison Fla without harm!"
Seeing the arrow radiate with an aura of deadly danger, Lue Feng Zun Zhe cursed to himself, his expression twisting.
Even in his soul body, he dared not underestimate such a terrifying poison. Though his soul power was currently heavily depleted, he had no choice but to block it.
At once, the earth-yellow flas on his longsword surged violently. The Wind and Thunder Fury Fla blazed across the blade, burning fiercely. The searing heat twisted the surrounding space into a warped mirage.
"Shadow Cleaving Sword Technique: Gale Severance!"
But just as Lue Feng Zun Zhe prepared to strike, a sudden movent from the side stole his attention.
Lin Feng, who had been watching silently, had already finished his preparations!
Both hands forming a rapid hand seal, an imnse burst of soul power surged out from the center of his brow!
Then, without pause, he drew up the dragon aura from deep within his body and rged it with his soul power.
"Buzz—!"
As the two forces intertwined, a strange wave of sound rippled out violently.
In the blink of an eye, the shockwave crashed directly into Lue Feng Zun Zhe. To the eye, it appeared harmless—but the mont it made contact with him, his actions stalled for half a second.
And in that split-second hesitation, the Dou Technique he had just ford—shattered instantly into nothingness!
Worse still, his control over the poison within his soul faltered.
In an instant, more of the purple-brown toxic mist surged outward from deep within his soul.
A blistering pain suddenly exploded in his mind.
His already-ethereal form now faintly tinged with a sickly purple hue.
"Damn it! That was a soul attack sonic Dou Technique... And there's sothing else mixed in with it—!"
Lue Feng Zun Zhe snapped out of the daze, his expression furious and alard.
But by that ti—the black arrow released by Xiao Yixian was already flying straight at him aid squarely at his forehead!
"Damn! It's too late to form a Dou Technique to block it!"
He cursed, gritting his teeth.
Then in a flash, his body vanished from where he stood.
When he reappeared, he was hundreds of ters away, looking more translucent than before.
Thanks to his unimaginably fast movent, he had narrowly evaded Xiao Yixian's full-powered strike!
Watching this unfold, Lin Feng and the others couldn't help but frown.
"As expected of soone who dares to use the title 'Lue Feng'—(Wind Snatcher)—his speed is absolutely monstrous."
Lin Feng murmured bitterly.
They had spent so much ti setting up this ambush, pulling out every trick they had. And still, they couldn't bring down Lue Feng Zun Zhe.
It truly proved—anyone who reached the Dou Zun realm had terrifying cards to play.
But…that sudden burst of speed just now had clearly cost him dearly.
"Hmph. Let's see how many tis you can pull off a trick like that."
Lin Feng narrowed his eyes coldly, watching his foe carefully.
At the sa ti, Lue Feng Zun Zhe's gaze toward him also turned colder—his killing intent intensifying.
Though Lin Feng's soul power was only at the high level of seventh-tier, just below his own the threat wasn't in Lin Feng's raw strength.
It was in his soul-based sonic Dou Techniques that could strike directly at the spirit. For soone without a physical body like him, this was undoubtedly a deadly threat.
What made it worse was—he had finally seen through Lin Feng and the others' intentions. They were trying to drag things out, relying on a war of attrition to exhaust his soul power.
And as his soul power drained, his overall strength would inevitably fall. By the ti they were confident enough to finish him off, it would likely also be the mont of his true death.
"Cough, cough—"
Suddenly, Lue Feng Zun Zhe, whose face was already tinged with a faint purplish hue, clutched his chest and began to breathe heavily.
Imdiately, he used his remaining soul power to thoroughly examine every corner of his soul body.
And then—he found it.
That purple-brown poison within his soul had completely broken through the restraints, now rampaging uncontrollably inside him.
anwhile, Lin Feng looked slightly conflicted as he touched the storage ring on his finger.
He truly hated to use it—the peak seventh-tier soul of that Old Chan Chu was a rare and valuable resource.
But in this situation, he had no choice.
Even with the Emperor Lotus Fla, he couldn't catch up to Lue Feng Zun Zhe's speed—much less hurt him.
Only the soul attack sonic Dou Technique he obtained from Protector Wu had any hope of landing a decisive blow.
With a flick of his fingers, Lin Feng summoned a jade bottle, tightly sealed by the Fallen Heart Fla.
"Crack!"
His grip tightened—and the jade bottle shattered instantly into shards. At once, the soul of Old Chan Chu inside was released.
"Hahaha! I'm finally out of that cursed hellhole!"
As soon as Old Chan Chu appeared, he bolted toward the distant sky, trying to escape.
But Lin Feng had no intention of letting him go.
With a wave of his hand, a black iron chain shot out like a lightning bolt, piercing straight into Old Chan Chu's back.
"AAHH! You bastard! How dare you treat like this again?!"
The Hall of Souls's soul-hunting chain was specifically designed to restrain soul bodies—its effectiveness on souls was terrifying.
The mont it struck, Old Chan Chu let out a mournful shriek that echoed across the sky.
In the next instant, Lin Feng forcefully yanked his soul back. With another quick motion, he pressed his palm directly against the top of Old Chan Chu's head. The elder's aged face began to twist and contort rapidly under Lin Feng's grip.
Within monts, his soul transford into a massive, translucent head, now floating before Lin Feng. Its face was etched with pain and tornt, as if enduring so horrific spiritual torture.
From the mont it appeared, a series of low, eerie wails began to rise around it.
The sky around them turned cold and dark, the wind howling with unnatural chill. Then, from Lin Feng's palm, a dense, ominous black light erupted.
As the light poured into the phantom head, it began to swell rapidly. In the blink of an eye, it had expanded to several ters across.
And as it grew, the pain in its expression beca clearer—raw and visceral. Faint, agonized howls echoed from deep within, carried outward on the cold wind.
"All of Nature: Funeral of Souls!"
Lin Feng's thunderous shout bood across the battlefield.
In response, the phantom head expanded once more, swelling to over ten ters in size!
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