One more catty, one more attribute point-Chapter 668 - 513: Walk into the Trap, the Thought Black Hole!_3
Chapter 668 -513: Walk into the Trap, the Thought Black Hole!_3
As the dark fog spread, the Soul Master’s enormous body gradually vanished from in front of Su Heng.
Darkness engulfed everything in all directions, as if an inexplicable force affected the senses such as sight and hearing, and even the Domineering Dragon hidden behind him disappeared from Su Heng’s perception. Blood-red pupils lit up one after another in the void; the incantations grew more urgent, like ringing directly in the mind.
When the tone reached a frantic climax—
Whoosh!
Before the Soul Master’s eyes, everything went dark.
It was but an instant, and he had successfully entered Su Heng’s consciousness.
Underfoot was a shimmering black pool, with no edges in sight. Threads of air streaked past, sending a chill up his spine.
He abruptly turned around to see a golden ring hanging in the distant sky above the upper part of the pool.
The ring looked like the corona during an eclipse, where the moon covers part of the sun, its edges suffused with a dim golden halo, sacred and distant, causing slight distortions in the surrounding void.
But for some reason, upon seeing the ring, an unstoppable piercing chill arose in the Soul Master’s heart.
Before he could think deeply about it, a ghostly shadow appeared before him.
It was Su Heng!
A cold smile appeared on the Soul Master’s face, “So this is your Spirit Sea? It looks vast, but you have not fully tapped into your potential, too desolate. I thought you might have some skill, but it turns out you’re not even on par with Yabadon.”
He shook his head and sighed, “But that’s to be expected. The Star Sea Federation has long perished, and the secret teachings of the Cultivators have also gone up in smoke along with it.”
“For a Cultivator who popped up out of nowhere to achieve this much is already quite impressive.”
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“…Why don’t you speak?”
Su Heng’s expression was as still as the pool underfoot, with no fluctuation whatsoever.
The Soul Master felt a touch of unease from those tranquil, deep-pool-like eyes, with a sudden ominous premonition, “Do you have any last words to make?”
“In reality, if you had chosen to flee from before me at the instant the ritual was activated, I might not have been absolutely certain of keeping you here,” Su Heng sighed softly, “but as prey, when facing the hunter, instead of choosing to run, you came straight to the table; I really have nothing to say to such a fool.”
“Arrogant fool!”
The Soul Master’s expression chilled, as he suddenly reached for Su Heng’s head.
But his hand, covered in black hair, merely passed through a specter and hit nothing. His heart jolted with shock, that sense of ominous foreboding instantly swelling to the extreme; his entire body felt like it was plunged into an ice cave.
“Could it be—”
He suddenly looked up to see the dark ring in the distance start to spin and collapse, then morphed further into a Constant Star-sized Black Hole. A strange, ocean-wave-like rumbling sounded in his ears, and the void around him trembled non-stop. The immense Gravity was like the hand of an Ancient God, gripping him hard and tearing at him.
“Dammit, how could such a monster exist!”
Horrified, the Soul Master struggled.
But he was powerless, his speed of descent increasing ever faster, his peripheral vision filled with straight lines.
Boom!
The instant before his consciousness dissipated.
He blew up what little remained of his Soul Body, followed by a sharp pain that howled through him.
His remnants of consciousness had returned to Yabadon’s body.
His aura now feeble, he no longer had his previous lofty, commanding arrogance. The feigned elegance on his face was completely gone, leaving only hysterical fear. He dared not linger anymore, turned his head, and ran, staggering and speeding up. The wisps of dark fog in his vision gradually dissipated, and standing tall in the flat wilderness was a daunting figure, already waiting here early on.
The Soul Master’s eyes widened suddenly, but his pupils contracted.
He turned to run.
But a great hand had already stormed out of nowhere, firmly seizing his neck, “It’s already too late.”
With a sinister laugh, Su Heng opened his mouth wide, bit the Soul Master’s shoulder, lifted his body high up, his Muscles swelling, and terrible power violently erupted!
“Aaaahh!!!”
Accompanying a hysterical scream, the Doomsday Titan’s huge body was torn in two by Su Heng. Blood gushed like a waterfall, broken Skeleton and organs spilled out from the split body. Covered in blood, Su Heng’s aura grew even more bloodthirsty and overwhelming. He held half a body in his mouth, while the other half, the head, was grasped by the dragon-transformed giant hand, still twisting and struggling!
Bang!
As Su Heng’s fingers clenched fiercely.
The black-haired head exploded instantly, and the Soul Master’s last trace of consciousness inside it completely dissipated like smoke.
