All cobwebs were slashed into ashes by the Sword Qi.
The Soul Mourners were also struck by the sword shadows, torn apart like thousands of cuts, their flesh scattered everywhere.
In the instant the sword shadow vanished—
A white shadow burst from the mist, pouncing on the back of the Demon Spider.
It was the White Tiger!
"You are my Chang, from now on, serve !"
The White Tiger roared softly.
A substantial white radiance emitted from its body, illuminating the entirety of the Demon Spider’s body.
—This ti, it exerted all its force to employ the Chang Ghost Skill!
The light shone on the Demon Spider, sending a shiver through its body.
Its flesh began to regenerate.
Once it fully recovered, its body had essentially been reconstructed by the White Tiger’s skill.
It would beco a Chang Ghost of the White Tiger!
In an instant.
The voice of the Death God suddenly echoed from within the Demon Spider:
"No, this body belongs to !"
Several hundred ters away.
The sword shadows in Wu Xiaode’s hands rushed through the air and plunged into the Demon Spider’s body.
The so-called Thousand-Handed Slaughter—
Actually included his own pair of hands.
When he delivered that final sword style, his Soul Power imdiately returned to zero.
The Demon Spider burst out screaming once again.
At almost the sa mont, Wu Xiaode retreated without hesitation into the depths of the Demon Mist.
Whether the battle was a victory or defeat, regardless of the result, whether he could capture the Demon Spider and the Death God, he shouldn’t be concerned anymore.
For he had no Soul Power left.
From this mont on, his only duty was to protect himself.
In the midst of the field.
The instant the sword shadow struck the Demon Spider—
The White Tiger roared loudly, "Kneel down, whatever you are!"
"Your body and soul shall belong to !"
The entire body of the Demon Spider began to tremble, as if about to submit to its command.
At this critical mont—
The White Tiger, as if sensing sothing, dove downwards, plunging into the bones of the Demon Spider, and clamped on to sothing.
The Death God imdiately let out a chilling shriek.
"No! Return it to , or I swear you will regret it!"
A surge of black mist rose from the Demon Spider’s body.
Its skeleton began to be covered with writhing black flesh, its body healed and began to undergo a series of new changes.
In the instant its flesh closed up—
A white shadow bolted out from the Demon Spider’s skeleton, swiftly fleeing.
It was the White Tiger!
"We have failed, it has the power of the Demon Gods continuously poured into it, so it can’t be captured."
While it ran, it transmitted this ssage to Wu Xiaode.
The mist completely obscured it.
"Let’s go," Wu Xiaode said succinctly.
"But I still have so gains here—it’s a relic of the Death God, you might need it." said the White Tiger.
It opened its mouth and spat out an object.
Wu Xiaode imdiately caught it.
It was a black page with jagged edges, as if torn from a book.
Written on the page were lines of pale fire, emitting a faint power fluctuation.
"What is this?"
Wu Xiaode asked, puzzled.
Suddenly, the Book of the Dead appeared, revealing lines of ice crystal lettering:
"You have found a page from the Book of Dark Seals."
"This is a rare page from the Death Realm, containing a skill from the Death Realm:"
"Dark Seal."
"Details: When used, this skill causes the target’s vitality to steadily decline until death, unbeknownst to the target themselves."
—Isn’t this the spell of the Death God?
But the Death God’s spell didn’t stop there.
It could also pull souls away, harvesting them as its crops, offerings to the Demon God.
That likely is another spell.
This ans—
The Death God had two spells in total.
One of those spell’s original powers had now been snatched by the White Tiger!
Wu Xiaode’s heart surged.
Though he hadn’t captured the Death God as a Chang Ghost, not all was lost.
With this power snatched away, the Death God might no longer be able to silently take human lives!
As Wu Xiaode was pondering, he saw the Book of the Dead display another series of ice crystal lettering:
"The Book of the Dead can absorb this page from the Book of Dark Seals."
"When you need it, let this book devour this page, and you can obtain one of the following gains:"
"A: Gain 1 point of Eternal Soul Power;"
"No matter what happens, no matter how much Soul Power you consu, you will always have a bit more Soul Power than others, and always have one point of Soul Power on you, unable to be exhausted."
"—Generally speaking, 1 point of Soul Power isn’t much, but at so crucial monts, you will need it."
"B: Gain a skill similar to ’Dark Seal;’"
"The Book of the Dead does not possess the skill of the Book of Dark Seals, but upon absorbing this page, it will materialize a similar skill according to your style of conduct"
"—Copy? No, this is called learning from others."
"C: Dark Summon pact established;"
"From now on, you can summon warriors from the Death Realm."
"—Two fists can’t contend with four hands."
This page is extrely useful!
By this analogy, there must still be another skill’s source artifact on the Death God.
After all, the Death God was created by the Demon Gods!
Wu Xiaode stored the Book of the Dead and looked into the center of the field.
He saw that the Soul Mourner was rapidly mutating—
Its body beca increasingly massive, emitting bursts of black light, while spikes grew out from its skin.
"We need to leave now—I just took a page from its book, and it’s going insane."
White Tiger urged.
Wu Xiaode nodded, turning to leave.
The Death God suddenly burst into maniacal laughter, loudly saying, "Poor humans, I know you have companions, you think I can’t find them?"
Wu Xiaode, with a look of disdain, quickened his pace, ready to leave.
The voice of the Death God ca from far behind:
"This world is about to enter yours."
"When that happens, I’ll hunt down everyone around you, kill them one by one, and offer their souls to the Demon God!"
Wu Xiaode’s footsteps halted.
"Don’t act rashly! You don’t have Soul Power anymore!"
White Tiger admonished.
Wu Xiaode looked up at the sky.
The sword strike had cleared away the layers of clouds such that the view into the depths of the clear sky was unobstructed.
—The real world.
The two worlds were drawing closer to each other.
Perhaps soon, the Death God could actually enter the real world.
Wu Xiaode redirected his gaze, rubbed his head, sighed, and turned toward the mourner of souls.
"Don’t be provoked by it, or it’ll achieve its goal—let’s go quickly!"
White Tiger telepathically urged.
"White, do you think I’m an impulsive person?" Wu Xiaode asked.
White Tiger was taken aback.
Wu Xiaode strode forward, his eyes revealing ever-deepening anger.
"This bastard Death God wants to go to the real world."
"—It dares to threaten so vilely; although I’m unable to fight now, I despise those more cunning than ."
"What can you still do?" White Tiger asked.
"The worlds are about to rge, I’ll take it away, and then we’ll each et our destinies, and see who survives." Wu Xiaode said.
Yes!
To a place that even fairies feared to explore, this "Death God" would surely learn many lessons on how to coexist with humans.
Wu Xiaode’s speed increased.
On the wall, the commission read, "Defeat the Death God."
He hadn’t accomplished this yet...
So let it co with to the Interdiate Layer World!
Could it still co for Zhao Zhibing’s soul across another world?
Could it still go to the real world to kill?
Unlikely.
It’s myself, once in the Interdiate Layer World, who must find a way to kill it!
Wu Xiaode stopped in his tracks.
He stood in front of the mourner of souls, extending his hand.
"Enter the expansion pack."
He chanted the spell, pressing his hand on the monster.
The Book of the Dead suddenly unfolded, revealing a line of ice crystal small text:
"You have recited the fairy spell: ’Enter the expansion pack’."
"Note: This is not so parallel universe, but the true Interdiate Layer World, located between the realms of life and death."
"You and your friends will enter it together for an adventure!"
In a flash—
The monster’s body suddenly sprouted silk strands that wrapped around him.
Wu Xiaode remained motionless.
Suddenly, seven or eight bronze hands erged in the Void, blocking the threads for him.
Thousand Hands · Defense Mode!
Whoosh!
In that instant, Wu Xiaode disappeared!
Those wrapping threads, just about to act up, suddenly lost their target, all falling on the monster’s body.
"Cowardly vermin, hiding again?"
The Death God growled irritably.
The Void fluctuated.
The "Death God" couldn’t react in ti—
Just a swishing sound was heard.
It, too, was teleported away!
...
Let’s rewind ti slightly.
When Wu Xiaode and White Tiger arrived near the royal palace, beginning their battle with the mourner of souls.
A kiloter away.
Behind a clock tower.
Zhao Zhibing stood behind the massive bronze bell, watching the scene from afar.
Thousands of bronze hands enveloped the palace.
Sword Qi soared into the sky.
The green sword shadows lit up the sky and were reflected in her amber eyes.
"It’s really..."
She placed her hand on the bell, seemingly wanting to say sothing, but changed her mind, murmuring softly:
"Much more spectacular than any concert I’ve watched."
A white crane stood by her side, drawn by the imnse Sword Qi, it several tis wanted to emit a long crane cry, but ultimately restrained itself.
"Yu, why does he have to strive so hard?" Zhao Zhibing asked.
"I don’t know," the white crane ducked and dodged, "maybe he wants to kill these terrifying demons."
Zhao Zhibing lowered her head, smiling softly.
In the battlefield, the battle between the two sides gradually drew to a close.
The Void began to fluctuate, transporting both Wu Xiaode and the Demon Spider away.
Zhao Zhibing reached out and grabbed a talisman, shouting lowly, "Yu, take to where they left, quickly!"
The white crane spread its wings, catching Zhao Zhibing, hesitatingly asking, "Bingbing, you an—"
"Why should I always let a man rescue ? This ti I’ll follow myself and kill that monster."
Zhao Zhibing spoke softly.
The talisman in her hand flared with erald green flas.
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