Any other Gu Immortal would likely have despaired by now.
"Fang Yuan, that little rat, is far too good at cowering. How can we possibly kill him?" Qi Severance Demon Immortal asked, his tone carrying an unmistakable urge to curse.
Phantom Soul fell silent for a moment as well, then let out a faint, cold laugh.
In an instant, terrifying killing intent condensed into something almost tangible, radiating from his body and sending ice through everyone's limbs, their hearts turning grim.
But this setback only strengthened Phantom Soul's resolve to kill Fang Yuan!
"Let me tear apart this turtle shell! You handle the others and cover me." The words had barely left Phantom Soul's lips when he let out a piercing cry, his soul departing his body and devouring Fairy Hanhui's physical form in a single gulp.
A soul giant as enormous as a mountain made its formidable entrance!
The giant's body was black as ink, its massive frame bulging with corded muscle. It had two heads—one with a ferocious expression, the other utterly cold and detached. It possessed two pairs of eyes: one pair glowed with blood-red light that pierced toward the heavens, while the other gleamed with an icy, bone-chilling cold.
It also had six hundred arms—some raised high, some held low, some curved, some straight—carrying the bearing to hold up the sky and grasp the moon, the poise to seize stars and command the wind.
"What a giant!" Lu Weiyin's body trembled with excitement as the words tumbled from his mouth, battle intent surging within him. He roared, "Try this!"
He poured every ounce of his strength into activating the Phantasm Sand Shadow-Shifting Battlefield.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Howling winds swept across the battlefield as yellow sand whirled through the air. Countless stones spun wildly, raining down like a meteor shower upon the black soul giant.
The black soul giant faced it all with cold indifference, merely raising its hands.
Around two hundred arms extended, plunging simultaneously into the wind and sand. Two hundred enormous ghostly hands at their tips suddenly splayed their five fingers wide, grasping the wind and sand with tremendous force.
The invisible wind and sand were seized as though they were bolts of silk fabric spread across the sky!
The black soul giant wrenched its arms apart, and a ceaseless tearing sound filled the air. The wind and sand across the battlefield were ripped to shreds—wind died, sand fell, and clarity was restored to the battlefield sky and earth.
Lu Weiyin's eyes bulged and his face turned pale. Phantom Soul had dismantled the battlefield's transformation so effortlessly that he was deeply shaken!
"Let me handle this." Elder Qi Hai rose high into the air, bringing himself level with the black soul giant's four eyes.
Immortal Gu Move — Qi Breath Mountain.
Boom!
A translucent mountain formed from streams of air materialized as though the heavens were collapsing, descending with blinding speed.
This move came from the Primordial True Inheritance. Dragon Duke had once used it, beating Purple Mountain True Lord to the point of coughing up blood and being flung through the air. Now that Elder Qi Hai was employing it, it was no less formidable.
Phantom Soul's giant watched the mountain descend, but instead of retreating, it stepped forward aggressively. Over a hundred arms rose high, and in that instant the battlefield seemed to sprout an entire dark forest of ancient trees!
Over a hundred colossal arms caught the air mountain, producing a thunderous series of impacts.
Under the grip of those jet-black ghostly hands with their razor-sharp fingertips, the air mountain lasted only a single breath before completely collapsing.
Elder Qi Hai let out a muffled grunt and had no choice but to retreat.
But Phantom Soul refused to let him go. The furious head atop its neck suddenly opened its mouth and roared, disgorging a vast river of souls. The soul river was composed of countless vengeful spirits and dead ghosts, surging ceaselessly. Hundreds of millions of wronged souls wailed and howled in anguish, so overwhelming that the entire battlefield's momentum began to stall.
Elder Qi Hai saw the overwhelming pressure of this move and felt his heart go cold, knowing it was extraordinary—in terms of destructive power, it surpassed even the self-detonation of over a dozen Ancient Soul Beasts from before!
Phantom Soul had fully erupted. Not only had he transformed into the black soul giant form, but the killing moves he unleashed had also evolved—each one vastly more powerful, eerie, vicious, and utterly terrifying.
Elder Qi Hai spread his arms wide, and two hands emerged from his billowing sleeves. He pressed the index and middle fingers of both hands together, drawing a large circle before him that summoned rolling clouds and wind.
Immortal Gu Move — Air Current Shear!
Stream after stream of translucent air currents shot from his wide sleeves at breathtaking speed.
These air currents seemed delicate, but they were in fact razor-sharp. They carved graceful arcs through the air before converging into a long, translucent river of air.
With a thunderous crash, the river formed by the Air Current Shear collided head-on with the black river of vengeful souls!
The Air Current Shear was driven back step by step. The black soul river had taken considerable damage but still carried its charging momentum, rapidly closing in on Elder Qi Hai.
Lu Weiyin suddenly shouted, activating the battlefield to condense a barrier of sand and stone, targeting the weakest point of the black soul river and slamming it into place.
Elder Qi Hai's face had long since flushed red from the exhausting struggle. Seizing this opportunity, he hastily broke free.
"Phantom Soul, why won't you just die!!!" At the same time, Qing Chou roared and lunged from the left.
On the giant's right, Wu Shuai drove forward in silence, commanding billions of army ants that descended like a black cloud bearing down on a city, charging straight for the phantom soul giant's head.
An attack from both flanks!
Phantom Soul stood proud and unmoved. Three hundred arms met Qing Chou's charge while over a hundred arms counterattacked Wu Shuai.
Qing Chou charged with reckless abandon, heedless of its own safety.
Phantom Soul sneered. The five fingers of its black hands suddenly came together, sharp as spears—perfectly suited to counter soul beasts!
The next instant, nearly a hundred arms pierced deep into Qing Chou's body. Massive amounts of dark blue-black blood sprayed outward, splattering across the battlefield.
At the sight of this blood, the eyes of Phantom Soul's angry face blazed with light. The cold face, meanwhile, twisted into a savage grin: "Soul beasts don't have blood, but it seems your body has undergone changes alongside the refinement of the Hate Gu. Interesting! After this battle, I will most certainly tear you to pieces for a thorough examination."
The implication was clear—Phantom Soul had already claimed Qing Chou as his prey.
Qing Chou screamed in agony, its snake-like neck thrashing wildly, its roar nearly rupturing the eardrums of all the immortals present.