The Post Sky Tipping Era
Chapter 452 - 319: The Extinction of the Soul

Chapter 452: Chapter 319: The Extinction of the Soul

Li Yi knew very well that even with a supernatural weapon in hand, he couldn’t hit Wang Fan’s head and trigger any mechanism, thus he had no chance to knock him out. Therefore, his real killing move was the Fei Mu Needle, which he manipulated with his soul, capable of instantly killing a great enemy within a 20-meter range.

The power of this divine needle was unparalleled; once it hit, Wang Fan was certain to be doomed.

However, given the reaction speed of a Soul Realm Evolver, it was very likely that the Fei Mu Needle manipulated by Li Yi could be dodged. Hence, he needed to play both of his trump cards at the same time, as only by doing so could he succeed in one strike. Otherwise, once the opponent was on guard, he would be completely finished today.

His previous life-risking punches were all just a preparation for this moment.

And reality was indeed as he had anticipated.

Wang Fan became alert due to the cracked short stick, but neglected Li Yi’s Fei Mu Needle and thus had to face a severe disadvantage.

His magic sword shattered, and his inner armor was penetrated; all these happened so suddenly that no one could have predicted, even Wang Fan himself had an expression of disbelief on his face.

With two magic artifacts, his offense and defense were unmatched—could he really lose in front of a novice of the Spiritual Realm?

But his body was bleeding, a pain that continuously stimulated his brain.

Reality told him that what just happened was not a dream, but real.

"Ah!"

The divine needle that had entered his body was still wreaking havoc, the intense pain causing Wang Fan to lose his composure completely. He staggered and almost couldn’t stand firm, while emitting a painful howl. Yet, even under extreme pain, he still managed to react perfectly.

"Get out." Wang Fan roared, eyes red, his palm showing a dark jade color. He used the Evil Suppressing Hand again, trying to force out the foreign object before his body was shattered.

He reached out his hand.

His palm reached deep into his chest, trying to grasp and control the Fei Mu Needle.

But then, the next moment.

He seemed to feel something, his eyes showing terror and panic, because when he withdrew his hand, only half of it remained.

The golden brilliance was unimaginably powerful; merely upon contact, his palm was severed, he couldn’t extract it at all.

What should he do now?

At this moment, Wang Fan was scared and fearful because he knew that today he might actually be defeated and killed here by Li Yi, the divine brilliance was something extraordinary, it could instantly destroy even a magic artifact.

Where in the world did Li Yi get such a terrifyingly powerful weapon?

However, Li Yi would not give him a chance to catch his breath.

Successfully striking, he did not hesitate at all; the Gang Qi in his body erupted again, some of the restrictions in his body unlocked, and he rushed out again.

"Damn." Seeing this, Wang Fan no longer had the courage to continue fighting, fear crept into his heart, and he couldn’t help but take a step back, wanting to retreat.

His body moved, the Fei Mu Needle inside him was pulled, tearing open another wound inside, fresh blood spurted out, and his aura instantly withered.

However, Li Yi’s Fist Gang was already upon him.

"Li Yi, are you truly determined to utterly annihilate me?" Wang Fan, enduring tremendous pain, roared; his eyes bloodshot, blood flowing from his chest, forced into a corner, he raised his remaining hand and used the Evil Suppressing Hand again, trying to block the opponent’s attack.

Boom!

The two clashed, but this time it wasn’t Li Yi but Wang Fan who was forced to retreat.

Moreover, the previous outburst of strength from Wang Fan caused his body to move again, the Fei Mu Needle inside him tore through muscles and organs, causing unbearable pain. This severe injury led to his lack of strength, and he was sent flying backward.

However, as he was flung away, due to inertia, the Fei Mu Needle tore through his chest cavity, opened a huge gash, and drilled out.

This caused Wang Fan to scream again, blood continuously spurted out; if not for the strong vitality of the Soul Realm, he would have already died.

However, even so, he was still in a lot of pain.

His body appeared intact, but in reality, it was riddled with holes.

"It’s rather naive to be saying this now. After reaching this point, do you think I’ll let you go? I told you, if you don’t kill me today, I will kill you," Li Yi’s Gang Qi swept through, he flew low to the ground, controlling the Fei Mu Needle with his mind.

The divine light struck again.

At this moment, Wang Fan no longer had the previous confidence and composure, only horror and shock remained.

He wanted to dodge, but his body felt powerless; the previous strike had injured him too severely, even as a Soul Realm cultivator, he couldn’t withstand it anymore.

Suddenly.

The divine light swept past, Wang Fan barely managed to dodge the lethal strike with his body, but still got an arm slashed off. The sharpness was truly terrifying, merely grazing by was enough to sever his body, it was simply unstoppable. The only flaw was that the speed of the divine light’s attack was not fast enough.

If he had been in a better condition, Wang Fan would have definitely been able to dodge it.

"Damn it."

Just after losing an arm, Li Yi’s Fist Gang arrived, making Wang Fan both shocked and furious; he could only helplessly roar, and took a solid punch.

The magic artifact inner armor was already shattered and could not be of any help.

Li Yi’s punch, following the wound on Wang Fan’s chest, burst forth with Fist Gang, immediately blasting a huge Fist Mark through Wang Fan’s body, splattering a dense mist of blood.

Despite his tenacious vitality, Wang Fan was pushed to his limits after enduring such a strike.

His body heavily fell to the ground, his life force escaping at an unimaginable speed, yet his eyes revealed a strong unwillingness to accept this fate.

Being a genius-level Cultivator, mastering both offensive and defensive Magic Artifacts, how could he be defeated by a newcomer in the Spiritual Realm?

Why?

Why has reality turned out this way?

This must be a dream, surely a nightmare; this can’t be real. I need to wake up, I need to wake up...

Wang Fan felt his mind collapsing; he couldn’t accept this outcome, his bright future shouldn’t end here, trivialized like a child’s play.

I don’t want to die.

I don’t want to die.

In desperation, Wang Fan let out his final scream, then a ghostly figure burst out from his shattered body—an apparition of his soul. At this point, he had no choice but to let his soul escape, crossing realms to perhaps survive.

"Xu Wen Dao, lift the Formation, let me cross realms and leave."

His soul was pleading.

But only the howling wind and swirling sand filled the air around him; Xu Wen Dao had been silent, not responding, indifferent to his defeat and offering no help.

"Xu Wen Dao, Xu Wen Dao..." Wang Fan’s soul fluttered desperately in midair, yet could not escape from here.

The Formation trapped him, and his soul as well.

"Don’t you understand?"

Li Yi, focusing on the soul, said, "Xu Wen Dao would never let you leave. If you live, Golden Academy would investigate, implicating him too. On the contrary, if you die, completely disappear, he can pin all the blame on you. After all, you initiated the fight, not him."

Li Yi had realized earlier that Xu Wen Dao did not intend to help.

"It can’t be; Xu Wen Dao isn’t that kind of person..." Wang Fan’s soul still cried out, disbelieving the situation.

The two were supposedly close friends, entered Golden Academy together, ventured to the End of Dharma Cultivation World together, collaborated until now, faced life and death—to betray him at such a moment?

"Maybe he isn’t that kind of person, but once I defeated you, he had no other choice. It’s better that only one dies rather than dragging him down too," Li Yi said calmly, eying the aimlessly wandering soul.

He noticed, even a soul of the Soul Realm could not linger outside for long.

Over time, the soul’s power would continuously dissipate, until the soul couldn’t sustain itself and perished utterly.

Wang Fan’s soul seemed to still have some bounce left, not dissipating just yet.

Li Yi then turned away, approaching Wang Fan’s severed arm on the ground, removing the archaic ring from it.

This was a storage Magic Artifact.

Now that Wang Fan lost, Li Yi aimed to take his spoils of war, not leaving them to Xu Wen Dao.

Li Yi then withdrew the Fei Mu Needle, standing still amidst the flying sand, circulating his Qi-Blood to recover, while being vigilant of any potential dangers around.

Xu Wen Dao kept silent from beginning to end; the Formation remained intact.

Both were caught in a standoff, waiting for Wang Fan’s soul to pass.

After struggling for a while, Wang Fan’s soul gradually calmed down, acknowledged the reality, aware today he was bound to die without rescue.

"Fine, Xu Wen Dao, you pushed me hard. You want me dead, right? Well, I won’t make it easy for you. I will tell Li Yi the coordinates of the End of Dharma Cultivation World, let Li Yi deal with you in the future. Li Yi, promise you won’t harm my family, and I’ll give you the coordinates."

Driven to desperation, Wang Fan came up with this idea.

Li Yi’s expression twitched, just about to agree when Xu Wen Dao finally spoke, "Why Wang Fan? Li Yi is an enemy; if he has the coordinates to the End of Dharma Cultivation World, will go there cross-realm, then all our advantage is lost. You are nurturing an enemy."

"Fine, I wanted to avenge you, keep the Formation active to trap Li Yi here, but since you said so, I will open the formation, let your soul cross realms and leave. Hopefully, we’ll meet again someday."

Xu Wen Dao really did not want such a potential newcomer like Li Yi to get the coordinates of that world, fearing Li Yi’s rise would be terrifyingly fast, endangering himself.

As they spoke, a gap appeared in this sandy world.

Then the gap widened, tearing the sky, everything swiftly disappearing at an inconceivable speed.

"Xu Wen Dao, you better pray I don’t come back alive," Wang Fan’s soul, unable to endure any longer, seized the opportunity and dashed out.

He thought he would smoothly cross realms and leave.

Unexpectedly, a blazing flame turned into a serpent, striking fast, engulfing Wang Fan’s soul in one swallow.

Accompanied by a piercing scream.

Wang Fan’s soul rapidly dissipated under that fierce fire.