Free Web NovelChapter 308: Killing Mo Yunhe [2]
Immediately after, a dark golden stream of light soared from Fang Hao’s Dantian into the sky!
The stream of light expanded in the wind, instantly transforming into a massive battle heaven axe several zhang long, dark gold all over, with its body covered in mysterious and ancient patterns!
The battle heaven axe hovered above Fang Hao’s head, trembling slightly. Cold light flowed across the blade, as if it could slice through space. The sharp Qi it emitted naturally was enough to shred the chaotic Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi in the surroundings into pieces!
Even more shocking was that, within the giant dark golden phantom of the battle heaven axe, there was a faint, blurry figure exuding an aura of unyielding defiance, looking down with a pair of cold eyes at Mo Yunhe, who was trapped in a daze below!
That was clearly... the embryonic form of an artifact spirit!
This battle heaven axe had actually begun to gestate an artifact spirit!
"Slash!"
Fang Hao’s face was as pale as paper, and blood was seeping from his seven orifices; this was a sign of both his Divine Soul and Physical Body being overdrawn.
But his eyes were terrifyingly bright. He locked onto Mo Yunhe and, using every ounce of his strength, waved his hand fiercely in Mo Yunhe’s direction!
The giant phantom of the battle heaven axe hovering in the air let out a roar that seemed to come from ancient times. Carrying the might of splitting heaven and earth, it struck down upon Mo Yunhe, who had just regained a sliver of consciousness from the intense pain in his Divine Soul and still had endless fear and disbelief in his eyes!
Wherever the axe light passed, space seemed to be sliced open, leaving a tiny black crack!
Time itself seemed to freeze at that moment!
"No—!!!"
Mo Yunhe only had time to let out a desperate and unwilling roar before being completely engulfed by the dark golden axe light that extinguished everything!
There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a faint sound, like silk tearing.
The dark golden axe light flashed and vanished.
Mo Yunhe stiffened in place, the expression on his face frozen in endless fear and disbelief.
A fine line of blood ran straight down from the center of his forehead, spreading across the bridge of his nose, lips, neck, chest, abdomen... all the way to his crotch.
The next moment, his body, along with the gray robe he wore, his Storage bag, and the dim "Mysterious Yin Soul-Slaughtering Bead" in his hand, split neatly into two halves along that blood line and slid slowly to the sides.
The cut was as smooth as a mirror, and not a drop of blood flowed out, because all his vitality had been completely annihilated the instant the axe light touched him by that overbearing and all-extinguishing axe intent!
The Middle Nascent Soul Stage Elder of the Tiangong Alliance, Mo Yunhe, had fallen!
Whoosh!
After delivering this strike, the battle heaven axe phantom seemed to have exhausted its power; it rapidly shrank, transformed into a dim stream of light, and submerged into Fang Hao’s Dantian, sinking back into silence.
The artifact spirit phantom within it also became even more blurry, clearly having consumed a massive amount of energy.
Thump!
Mo Yunhe’s split corpse collapsed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Only then did Fang Hao’s tense nerves suddenly relax, and an indescribable wave of weakness, intense pain, and dizziness like his Divine Soul was being torn apart flooded over him like a tide.
He could no longer hold on; he spat out another large mouthful of blood mixed with organ fragments. His vision went black, his body swayed, and he nearly collapsed to the ground.
The series of outbursts just now, especially unleashing the Soul-Shocking Spike with full force and summoning and driving the battle heaven axe that had just begun to gestate an artifact spirit, had almost drained all his Divine Soul power and most of his Spiritual Qi, and had further aggravated the internal injuries he sustained from hard-blocking the Mysterious Yin Great Handprint earlier.
At this moment, he was at the end of his rope, completely exhausted.
But he knew he absolutely could not fall here!
Such a huge commotion had been made here, and Mo Yunhe’s desperate roar before death must have alerted Cultivators in the distance.
He had to leave immediately!
He endured the intense pain and dizziness that threatened to make him faint, biting the tip of his tongue sharply; the intense pain forced his spirit to rally slightly.
His thoughts raced, and he swept the damaged and sluggish golden puppet, along with Mo Yunhe’s split corpse and the dropped Storage Ring, bone beads, and other items, into his own Storage Ring.
Then, without a moment’s hesitation, he slapped his waist. With a flash of silver light, the repaired silver light shuttle appeared instantly, expanding to a length of several zhang.
Using his last bit of strength, Fang Hao vaulted into the silver light shuttle, sat cross-legged, and recklessly poured the little remaining Spiritual Qi into the drive core of the silver light shuttle.
"Go!"
Swoosh!
The silver light shuttle shone with brilliant silver light, emitting a slight sonic boom as it cut through the air, instantly transforming into a silver stream of light. At a speed that was almost overdrawn, it tore through the air and shot off toward the deep, desolate mountains and forests, a direction completely opposite to Tiangong City and any major roads!
It was so fast that it almost left a long silver afterimage behind, and within a few breaths, it disappeared at the end of the horizon.
Less than ten breaths after the silver light shuttle disappeared, several Divine Senses of varying strength swept cautiously and suspiciously over the battlefield, which had already become ruins, from a distance.
When they "saw" the huge crater, the completely destroyed woodland, and the lingering, heart-palpitating violent energy fluctuations and faint smell of blood in the air, they were all shocked and their expressions changed.
"A fight at the Nascent Soul Level?"
"What terrifying energy residue... who fought here?"
"There seems to be the Mysterious Yin Qi of the Mo family... could it be Elder Mo Yunhe?"
"The other aura... so unfamiliar, so overbearing!"
"Leave quickly! This place is not suitable for staying long!"
Soon, several figures appeared at the edge of the battlefield, looking at the scene before them, glancing at each other with eyes full of fear.
Most of them were Golden Core Cultivators who had been passing by and were startled by the fluctuations of the battle. They dared not approach the central area to investigate carefully, let alone linger, fearing they might provoke an existence they shouldn’t. After a hurried glance, they fled the scene like frightened rabbits.
At this moment, Fang Hao was piloting the silver light shuttle, having already fled hundreds of miles away.
His face was pale as paper, his breath was extremely weak, and blood was still seeping from his seven orifices. The Meridians in his body burned with intense pain, and his Sea of Consciousness felt as if it were being pricked by needles, with waves of dizziness and stinging pain constantly striking him.
The speed of the silver light shuttle also began to slow down due to his lack of Spiritual Qi.
He dared not stop, forcing himself to take out a handful of Medicinal Pills for healing and recovering Spiritual Qi. Without even looking, he stuffed them all into his mouth, chewed them haphazardly, and swallowed.
The Medicinal Pills entered his stomach and turned into streams of warm current, barely nourishing his nearly dried-up Meridians and Sea of Consciousness, but it was a drop in the bucket.
"Must... find an absolutely safe place... to heal..."
Fang Hao’s consciousness had already begun to blur, and he could only rely on instinct to control the silver light shuttle, flying crookedly toward the depths of the most desolate, precipitous, and inaccessible savage mountain range marked on the map in his memory.
In the distant sky behind him, in the direction of Tiangong City, several powerful auras faintly rose, seemingly stirred by the world-shaking battle, and were speeding toward the battlefield...
But all of this was temporarily irrelevant to Fang Hao.
He had only one thought at this moment: survive, and then, completely digest the harvest of this battle, and... Mo Yunhe’s Storage Ring.
The wealth of a Middle Nascent Soul Stage Elder would surely not disappoint him.
And after this battle, he also deeply realized that his strength was still far from enough in front of true powerhouses.
The road ahead was still long and treacherous.
