The Post Sky Tipping Era
Chapter 486 - 341: Perishing Body and Soul

Chapter 486: Chapter 341: Perishing Body and Soul

Jiang Mingtian and Hu Fei were fleeing from the manor at top speed, not daring to look back for fear that Huo Hong would target them and kill them from afar. Only after running nearly a kilometer without stopping did they abruptly halt upon hearing the continuous explosions behind them.

"Huo Hong is under attack, by high-energy weapons from the Sixth World," Hu Fei said with a mixture of shock and uncertainty. "Could it be someone from the Genetic Federation making a move? Jiang Mingtian, did you strike a deal with the Genetic Federation when you went out earlier?"

"It wasn’t the Genetic Federation’s doing; it was Li Yi’s," Jiang Mingtian replied.

"Li Yi?" Hu Fei’s eyes widened in surprise. "The same Li Yi who just entered the Sixth World and was almost killed by Huo Hong? He was only in the Spiritual Realm, right? Even if he has broken through to the Soul Realm in this short time, he couldn’t possibly have gotten his hands on so many weapons and equipment. Look, he’s got not only artillery but also fighter jets."

"You’re asking me? Who should I ask? Li Yi must have his own ways. Haven’t we also obtained genetic potions and become genetic warriors?" Jiang Mingtian said. "Now is not the time to talk about this. Hurry up and pray that Huo Hong, that bastard, quickly dies. If he doesn’t die, we’ll be the ones in trouble."

Hu Fei nodded. "Right, Huo Hong must die today. If he doesn’t die, none of us will have an easy time."

At this moment.

Huo Hong, who was in mid-air, found himself in a dilemma. Above him, three Thunderbolt fighters continuously fired, each beam of light causing him severe damage. In addition, on the ground, nine high-energy beam cannons were charging up and firing non-stop. These attacks seemed meticulously calculated, intertwining with each other while avoiding the charging time, forming a series of uninterrupted assaults.

Now Huo Hong could no longer afford to rush through the clouds and destroy those fighters. His soul was issuing frantic warnings, and he was already in disarray just trying to dodge these attacks, unable to do anything else.

Moreover, already injured, he was relying on squeezing his genetic potential to forcibly enhance his strength. If he couldn’t escape after a certain amount of time, his death was certain.

"Boom!"

A high-energy beam cannon shot grazed half of Huo Hong’s body. Even though he was protected by armor and covered with Spiritual Power, he still sustained injuries. Blood spewed out, and his body staggered in midair.

Before Huo Hong could recover, more attacks followed quickly.

Huo Hong roared as he continued to unleash his power, increasing his speed and weaving through the air, dodging several attacks. After narrowly escaping several more, a Thunderbolt fighter hit him again. He managed to resist the blow with his strong power and quickly burst out, his body charred, emitting the smell of scorched flesh.

"Who is it? Who the hell is plotting against me? Show yourself!"

Huo Hong roared to the heavens, his body severely injured like an Evil Ghost from Hell, with blood-red light radiating from his eyes.

Even as dense as he was, he understood that he had fallen into an ambush, that the enemy had arranged this firepower specifically against him, and seemed to understand the Spirit Power Realm somewhat, knowing that Cultivators could react incredibly fast under the warning of the soul and dodge attacks, so they had not attempted a deathblow but instead used continuous assaults to suppress him.

With a few more hits, even with Huo Hong’s strong vitality and high strength, he could not withstand such depletion and was doomed to hatred.

"You are definitely not from the Genetic Federation. The Genetic Federation people wouldn’t let Jiang Mingtian go. You must be from Golden Academy. Are you Bai Sinan? Tao Lu? Or Zhang Tianxing..." Huo Hong roared furiously, unable to even find the enemy’s location.

Even if he wanted to fight desperately, he had no direction.

However, no matter how much he roared, there was no response, giving him no chance to fight back.

Huo Hong grew increasingly anxious; his injuries were getting worse, and the time sustained by exhausting his genetic potential was slowly passing. He could not afford this.

But he also knew very well that he could not escape.

Even without the nine high-energy beam cannons on the ground, the mere three fighter jets were enough to chase him to death. Now he was not in the state he had been before, able to sustain himself purely on a burst of energy. Once that burst passed, death was certain.

Li Yi sat inside a Thunder fighter jet, watching this scene unfold. His breath was restrained, sitting steady, not showing the slightest intention of revealing himself.

What a joke.

Right now, a Spirit Power Realm expert was putting up a desperate fight, trying to pinpoint his location for a counter-killing. How could he possibly give the enemy that chance?

Just quietly get blasted into debris.

Li Yi simply instructed Lan Ji to maintain a steady output of firepower, to see how long the other side could hold on.

Seeing that the attack continued without cease and there was no response from the surroundings, Huo Hong realized the enemy was intent on completely annihilating him, not giving him any chance. At the same time, he also had a vague guess as to who the enemy was.

Someone who dares not show their face under such circumstances must definitely not be a Spirit Power Realm expert; it had to be someone from the Soul Realm.

And among those involved in this operation, the only one who had a grudge against him and was eager to kill him... was Li Yi.

"Boom!"

When Huo Hong figured it out, he took another hit, half of his body gone, leaving only his upper body and head, but he was still alive, still struggling desperately.

"Li Yi, I know it’s you, stop hiding and sneaking around. If you have the guts, come out," he roared angrily.

However, what responded to him was yet another round of cannon fire.

"Ah!!"

Accompanied by a scream of despair, Huo Hong took another hit, one that he could no longer withstand. His body shattered, blood spraying everywhere, his broken body unable to fly and falling straight from mid-air, smoke billowing from it.

But before his broken body could hit the ground,

the high-energy beam cannon, the firepower of the Thunder fighter jets, enveloped him once again.

His broken body was hit by the intersecting beams, not giving him any chance to turn the tables.

By the time the attack ceased, not even Huo Hong’s broken body was visible, only his shattered armor falling from mid-air. And yet, the remaining attacks still locked onto the broken armor and continued the bombardment.

Barrages of attacks were unleashed recklessly, as if at no cost, truly intending to wipe everything clean before it was considered over.

"This Huo Hong is really tragic. How big of a grudge must there be to be blasted without leaving even a trace behind? He died so miserably," Hu Fei couldn’t help but inhale a breath of cold air.

"No, look closer. Although there’s nothing left of Huo Hong, he’s still alive. In the final moments, he abandoned his physical body and his soul left the body. Look," suddenly, Jiang Mingtian pointed and a faint transparent figure appeared high in the sky—that person was Huo Hong.

Only Cultivators can see souls, and cannons and warships cannot lock onto and attack a soul, which is why it was unconsciously overlooked by people.

"He really left his body as a soul."

Hu Fei’s eyes narrowed: "Almost forgot about this trick. A Spirit Power Realm expert, even in death, can keep their soul in this world for some time, or even find a wormhole to cross into another realm in search of a new lease on life. It’s truly hard to kill."

"It’s not easy to eradicate a soul at the Spirit Power Realm level. Li Yi, what do you plan to do?" Jiang Mingtian was staring intently at everything in the sky, not wanting to see Huo Hong’s soul escape.

Otherwise, if it comes back after crossing realms, it will be a disaster for them.

Although this possibility is rare, it doesn’t mean it’s nonexistent. After all, with Huo Hong’s abilities, as long as he finds a body in another realm, even if he takes over a dog’s body, he could embark on the path of cultivation again.

"A soul, you say?"

Seated inside the Thunder Fighter, Li Yi fixed his gaze on the transparent soul in the midair, knowing that grinding it away wouldn’t be easy.

But that too was within the plans.

"Lan Ji, cease fire, stay alert to the surroundings, and open fire immediately at any sign of suspicion. Then, open the cockpit." Li Yi immediately issued the command.

"Yes, Master," Lan Ji responded.

Then the barrage stopped, and the cockpit door opened.

Li Yi leaped out, standing atop the fighter, and then said, "Lan Ji, deactivate stealth."

As the light shimmered around, the hidden Thunder Fighter in the sky revealed its form.

"Li Yi, so it’s really you."

Huo Hong’s soul, not wanting to leave via realm crossing, was waiting for this opportunity. Seeing Li Yi standing atop the blue and white fighter, his face twisted into a fierce snarl, and without hesitation, he lunged at him.

He couldn’t accept this. A proud Spirit Power Realm powerhouse ending his tale in such a stifled way.

Leaving by crossing realms might ensure survival, but starting over again after losing everything is too difficult. By the time he would claw his way back to Golden Academy, who knows how much Li Yi would have grown. Although he knew himself to be a genius, weren’t all these people too?

So, he didn’t want to survive by crossing realms. He intended to annihilate Li Yi’s soul—even at the cost of obliteration.

"Huo Hong, the man is dead, but the soul clings on, unwilling to leave, still looking for a fight with me?" Li Yi’s eyes were coldly fixed on the approaching soul.

"Life is only once. You want me to start over? You’re not worthy, even if you’ve reached the Soul Realm. Can you withstand the soul assault of a Spirit Power Realm soul? I knew you’d show up. At people’s proudest moments, they always can’t help but stand out and flaunt themselves. Does it make you happy, this despicable act of striking above your station? Today, you’ll regret it, and I’ll send you on your way."

Huo Hong’s Soul Power was frantically depleting, the cosmic energy rapidly congregating around him, his bodily contour reappeared, and he began to show signs of materialization, his entire being emitting a dazzling light.

Given a body right now, he could immediately return to life by possessing it.

However, Huo Hong was now merely a shadow of himself without the protection of a body. Everything around him was eroding his soul — the strong winds, the sun, the air. He had to call upon his energy to shield himself, even though doing so would consume a part of his Soul Power, but it would lay the groundwork for his subsequent attack.

"Soul assault? It sounds scary. If you can really take me with you, just give it a try. If three strikes don’t kill you, I’ll jump off this fighter." Li Yi’s eyes sparkled, seeing his opponent about to strike, and his storage bracelet flashed with light.

The next moment.

A phantom bronze Long Spear appeared before his eyes.

It was the Hanging Man Spear.

The weapon of the ghost soldiers from Ghost Street, specially designed to subdue fierce ghosts, Yin Gods, and to harm the soul as well.

Li Yi’s hand also glowed as he grabbed the Hanging Man Spear and instantly went on the offensive.

"This is..." Huo Hong’s soul issued a warning again, sensing danger.

But it was already too late.

He was no longer a Spirit Power Realm powerhouse but just a masterless soul, wandering in the air like a lone and wild ghost.

Li Yi swung the Hanging Man Spear in his hand, and with just one strike, it slashed through Huo Hong’s soul. He felt like the spear had chopped into a piece of hardwood, a shock reverberating through his hand. However, he still forcibly cleaved the resilient soul into two.

"Ahhh!"

A piercing scream echoed as the newly formed energetic body instantly dissipated.

His soul was torn apart, an agony far greater than the destruction of a body.

Li Yi’s assault did not stop there. He struck two more times, further tearing the already fragile soul apart, decapitating the head and separating the body.

"Li... Yi!"

Huo Hong’s shattered soul quickly dissipated, losing even the chance to cross realms, only to rapidly melt away between heaven and earth with intense resentment and unwillingness.

"Farewell, I’m not seeing you out," Li Yi said expressionlessly, watching Huo Hong’s departure.

This moment marked his absolute end, without even the chance to become a fierce ghost.

Huo Hong could never have imagined that Li Yi had a Hanging Man Spear to deal specifically with the soul.

Although the Hanging Man Spear was not powerful, it had amazing effects against soul attacks.

"He’s finally dead."

Below, the sight brought Jiang Mingtian and Hu Fei a sigh of relief, a weight lifted from their hearts.

As long as this guy lived, they could not sleep in peace.