Chapter 127: The Restrained Volcano

“Very good!” Seeing such a small victory, Uncle Johnny couldn’t help but shout out.

I was always on my guard, thinking that the soul power that had escaped would form a turbulent flow of soul power, just like the first time, and the impact would be no small matter.

But I was wrong. After the first hammer cracked, Patel let out a roar, and the scattered spiritual power began to coalesce again. Patel was actually trying to reunite the spiritual power! But at the same time, the dense needles reappeared around me.

It turns out that we both thought the same thing. This is not a skirmish. It only takes one round to knock the opponent down. This is basically a tug-of-war, a competition to see who can last the longest.

I could probably predict that Patell had fused the soul of Kunlun, but I didn’t know if the one fused by the lord of the Lake of a Thousand Demons was as powerful. I didn’t know exactly what Patell had done, either. After all, Uncle Johnny hadn’t said anything in detail, but in any case, its soul power should be stronger than ours, even if it was sealed.

The only advantage I have over Patell is my skill in using spiritual power. I am destined to fight a war of the few against the many, and all I can rely on is skill.

“Peng,” “peng,” “peng,” the second batch of needle-like objects floating around me shot toward Patell’s hammer. After the first batch of needle-like objects exploded, Patell’s four giant hammers were broken once, but they were all reunited. This was the second head-on confrontation…

The soul of Ziya was still burning, and the solemn and compassionate chanting of Huigen accompanied our fierce battle. More and more of the souls of the wronged spirits bound by Ziya’s soul were dissipating, and Ziya’s own soul had begun to grow dimmer and dimmer… The originally beautiful face that was suffocating people had also begun to blur.

During this process, I and Patel clashed three times. My forehead was covered with cold sweat. The three consecutive and continuous pinching spells were a huge burden for my entire body, and my partners around me were not much better. One by one, their faces were pale and strange. This was a manifestation of the beginning of the exhaustion of the body’s strength. From the strength surging into my body, I could tell that it was no longer like a surging river at the beginning, but had become a small stream.

This is still the result of my using the most economical techniques! The situation has become a bit worse, but the good news is that Patell’s spiritual power is also not possible without any loss. On the contrary, his condensed sledgehammer has lost its previous momentum and is much smaller. Obviously, it has also suffered a lot in our confrontation.

The fog over the deep pool has become very light, which is the result of the lingering souls dissipating one after another, and there are only a dozen or so left, and the yin energy is slowly becoming lighter… And I can still see the spirit of Diya burning with a white flame in the corner of my eye… It’s almost gone, and all I can see is a human-shaped flame! Such a beautiful woman… my heart can’t help but ache a little. Could it be that the destined ending is to dissipate in the world?

At the same time, needle-like objects appeared again around me. Compared to the previous times, these needle-like objects were much sparser. After all, there was not much usable spiritual power and mental power left.

The hammer that Patell condensed this time also became a bit blurry, no longer having that solid appearance, and it was also somewhat powerless, with cracks all over it.

Could it be that only a few more collisions would determine the outcome of the battle?

The sound of the soul-transference continued, and one after another, the souls of the wronged continued to disappear… My mood was inexplicably heavy. I had the illusion that this was just the beginning. If this is the beginning, does it seem that we are running out of ideas? What should I do next?

My head was throbbing, but I couldn’t stop. Compared to other magic spells, needle thorns are the most economical in terms of soul power and have the best attack effect. However, they have a drawback, which is that they put a lot of pressure on the caster’s mental strength. After all, to control so many needle thorns, my reliance is on the mental power that everyone provides to me, but even so, I can’t avoid the instinctive reaction of my body when I concentrate too much.

The fourth collision began. The momentum of the two sides, which had already weakened, was not much to see this time. It was still a mutual destruction, but the speed was much faster than before. Because both sides had suffered great losses, how long could the remaining soul power last?

The dense ghosts on the surface of the deep pool have already been liberated by Huigen. The originally fog-covered deep pool has become clear, but it is still oppressed by the gray-black clouds, surging with howling winds. It looks like such a heavy picture, and the only bright color is the burning soul fire.

I was still pressing the hand signs, but this time the speed was much slower than the previous times. Because I was sweating profusely from over-exertion, my entire body was covered in cold sweat, and even my clothes were soaked. When the cold wind blew, they stuck to my body, making me feel unbearably uncomfortable.

Patel’s shattered soul power was once again mysteriously still in the air, and it didn’t even begin to condense. Could it be that it had reached its limit and could not continue?

The outcome of the matter was probably not that simple. In the deep pool of the suppressed world, it was as if it was brewing in the calm before the storm…

“Jia…” The voice of Uncle Johnny was full of sadness. It was clear that the soul of the wronged spirit had been transferred to the afterlife, and Jia’s soul had also burned to its limit and was about to dissipate.

“I will not forgive you, no! You forced me to do it.” While Master Johnny was crying out in grief, Patell’s thoughts once again reverberated wildly throughout the deep pool. My heart began to sink unceasingly, and my spiritual awareness told me that this was when Patell began to truly become dangerous. Although it was illogical to infer this from the situation, the prediction of spiritual awareness was indeed true.

At this time, Hui Gen’er’s transcendental spiritual power wrapped up Diya for no reason. Under the surging golden spiritual power, Diya’s white soul flame went out, and her soul looked so empty. Anyone with experience in Taoism would know that this is a sign of imminent dissolution.

If it weren’t for Hui Gen’er’s spiritual power enveloping the soul, the next moment, Diya’s soul would have disappeared in this world.

The surface of the deep pool surged again, not as violent as before, but it felt like there was a strange and dangerous undercurrent flowing. A closer look revealed that it was a dense gathering of vicious fish underwater. From the water inlet, I even saw more vicious fish. Compared to the previous influx, this time it was obviously on a larger scale, and the dense fins could even be seen from the surface of the water! If there was a fisherman here, he could easily catch a fish with a single grab. Of course, this is just my description of the density of the vicious fish!

What does Patel want to do?

At this point, I stopped pinching my fingers. I knew that the next problem would not be solved by such a technical skill as needlework. I could feel Patel’s suppressed anger after his yelling, like a raging volcano about to erupt.

Chengxin quietly took out a bottle of pills from his bag and began to distribute them to everyone, saying, “I think Chengyi is no stranger to the effects of this pill. It has a strong stimulating effect that can stimulate the potential of each of us, all kinds of potential! But just as overwork will drain our lives, our potential will also be drained! The consequences are serious… Chengyi, use all your cheating skills. This problem is beyond our ability to solve. Do you want to take the pills? It’s up to you.

Cheating is what Brother Chengxin said to ridicule me, because the master of the same school invited by the people of the same school of Zhongmao’s technique can compare with our master? This makes it seem that Zhongmao’s technique is even better than the legendary Shangmao’s technique. If it’s not cheating, what is it?

Only I know that since the underground chamber, my Zhongmao technique has completely deviated from the realm of Zhongmao technique. Instead, it is like the will of the master is deliberately cooperating with me. No, it should not be the will of the soul, but the soul, that is, the feeling of the remnant soul! I don’t know what’s going on here… but my only hope is it.

I refused the pill that Chengxin handed me, not because I didn’t want to take it, but because I had a better pill on me. It was a pill left by my master that had a ‘perverted’ effect. I had taken it once in the cave in the Miao village of Heiyan, and it had left me with very serious after-effects. But this time I had no choice but to take it, because last time at the Lake of a Thousand Demons I had benefited from the residual soul of my master, and both my soul endurance and my spiritual power were much stronger than before.

The next battle was even more brutal. Everyone was given a pill, and no one refused. Everyone understood and took on a desperate posture.

“Patel, stop.” At the same time, the faint voice of Dinya suddenly echoed in each of our minds.

“Daya…”

“Dya…”

This was the same sentence that was shouted by both Uncle Johnny and Patel, and their voices were equally filled with sadness. The only difference was that Patel’s voice was full of suppressed tyranny.

At this moment, I suddenly felt a strange fluctuation in the formation…