Chapter 113: The Battle of the Combined Souls (Part 2)

Communication is the biggest problem for demon spirits, but the heavens are fair. With the wind element that Silly Tiger is naturally close to, once communication is established with the wind element, the raging wind in the world of existence is daunting.

If I were to use this wind magic, it would not be powerful enough to summon half of what the tiger spirit summoned.

Even so, if Silly Tiger and I were to battle using magic, he would only be able to summon half of what I could summon, because I would have two spells to cast while he would only have time to cast one.

Sometimes it’s really scary to think about it, because the combination of advantages is really more than the result of one plus one equals two.

Over there, the monster is still looking at me proudly. The next moment, it sways and flies towards me again. Maybe it stubbornly thinks that I am a “weakling.” If a “weakling” can still attack so actively, it means that it has not completely conquered me. This seemingly sinister monster probably wants to not only devour me, but also completely conquer me psychologically. This sinister monster probably wants to not only devour me, but also completely conquer me psychologically. I don’t know if it’s my illusion, but I always feel that it looks down on Shahu with a sense of disdain. This kind of disdain is not that it looks down on Shahu in terms of strength, but it is innate and superior…

It’s like when it comes to football, some people from the football kingdom, even though they’re not players, can look down on us Chinese people… This is a sense of superiority brought about by geography and group.

I don’t understand where this superiority comes from, and why it has grown into such a strange appearance that it looks down on my majestic Shatou… But I can’t possibly stop and fight with it.

I already had a complete plan in my heart. Just as I didn’t understand why the wind element could affect the soul and increase the speed of the soul itself, I could… At the moment it pounced, I still subconsciously dodged, but this dodge was in vain in the face of absolute speed… I simply used the power of its impact and then exerted a strong force in the opposite direction, instantly pulling away from the monster.

Inevitably, the tearing effect of the opposite direction was greater. In this collision, I was torn off the largest piece of flesh, almost from the back of my spine to my shoulder blades.

“Roar,” the pain was so intense that I couldn’t help but let out a miserable cry. But at this moment, the violent wind element was compressed rapidly… forming one small vortex after another, gradually forming my wings!

How did I do it? I was confused myself. Why did I think of compressing the wind element into such a shape to form such wings? In my memory, such a form appeared in Shatu, and even a more terrifying form than this one also appeared… But that was in an incomparable environment, because it was in a very special place, the Dragon Tomb and the Lake of a Thousand Ghosts, a place that had almost escaped from this world.

In a normal place, I would never have imagined that Shatu would grow such wing-like bodies.

I didn’t think much about it. I thought it was just Shatou’s instinct, allowing the wind element to form like this… I couldn’t think much about it either, because at this time the monster once again pounced at me, but this time I clearly felt the lightness of my body, and in the instant it pounced, I passed it by!

Finally, I finally achieved a breakthrough in speed… I was also shocked by the strength of the demon spirit. As long as you pass the communication barrier, whether it is a compressed element or a spell of some kind, it is far more powerful than humans, and it is completely achieved by the power of the soul.

But they don’t have the thinking skills to use magic, so it’s up to Silu to figure out how to use it. Maybe he’ll never figure it out in his lifetime.

I think that even its previous wind wings were formed by instinct, not by deliberately compressing the wind element.

With this speed, I’m not afraid of that monster attacking again and again. As the saying goes, “The only thing that can defeat martial arts is speed.” That means that as long as you have an advantage in speed, you can at least ensure that you won’t be harmed, and you can also speed up your attack frequency.

So, in the next confrontation… Silly Tiger was not hurt at all, but what was annoying was that Silly Tiger could not hurt the monster either, because at similar speeds, it was a competition of spiritual power.

I need more spiritual power… I thought to myself, but at this moment, I discovered that the spiritual power transmission from “myself” had completely stopped.

My own will is naturally connected, and I was surprised to find that after such a split of will, there was still a very clear consciousness in the seated me. How did this come about? Now that I am the soul state of Silly Tiger, it is naturally impossible for me to sweat, but if I could, I would definitely be sweating profusely at this moment.

Because that feeling is no different from suddenly discovering another self? This is almost the most terrible thing in the world!

What’s even more terrifying is that I suddenly turned my head and looked at the other me with a look of surprise. At this moment, I had already stopped practicing the hand movements and instead took the gourd from my waist, calmly took a few sips, and looked expressionless.

I was watching myself like I was watching a horror movie, because the way I drank was completely different from the way he did. I had grown up with my master, and I had learned his way of drinking perfectly well. It was a rather hearty way of drinking, with large gulps, and often the wine would spill from the corners of his mouth, making him look like a boor.

When did I ever drink so calmly and composedly, with such a composed expression on my face?

Seeing this, I almost forgot that I was fighting against that monster. I knew that a clear thought came from my own will: “Hide!”

It was such a simple thought that dragged me back to reality, but it was already too late. In the blink of an eye, the monster pounced on me again. Because of the previous moment of inattention, it was too late for me to hide this time. There was no doubt that I was severely scratched again.

This was the second time that Silly Tiger had been injured since the speed boost. I didn’t dare to look at what Silly Tiger had become. If I looked at it realistically, I would have thought that it was already hopeless.

I felt guilty for Shahu, but I also felt the trust and determination in him.

I quickly snapped back to reality, staring at the monster that would attack at any moment, but at this time, my own thoughts were crystal clear, and there was only one word: “delay!”

Drag? Drag what? I was completely confused, but I could still understand the literal meaning, which meant that I was supposed to drag the monster… As for what I was supposed to drag it for, I had no idea.

Is there anything more ridiculous in the world? I don’t even understand myself… But I can’t help but trust myself, so I can only grit my teeth and use the method of dragging, using speed to entangle with the monster and constantly delaying time.

But it would be a lie to say that I wasn’t under pressure. No magic can be used indefinitely. Whether it’s a human or a demon spirit, magic has a time limit and a power limit based on the abilities of each. Even if Shitu is naturally close to the wind… there is a time limit.

I felt that the time was almost up. After delaying for more than ten minutes, there were only five minutes left before Shatu’s wind wings would disappear.

This kind of delaying tactic that relies purely on dodging may have also annoyed the monster… At this moment, its eyes were even more gloomy, and it didn’t seem to want to continue ‘teasing’ Shatuo… It suddenly stopped, as if to announce that it was going to end this ‘cat and mouse’ game.

My heart was filled with caution, and I couldn’t help but look back at the meditating me… That me was different from the usual me who liked to frown slightly. There was an inexplicable calmness to the whole thing, and he sat meditating at the bottom of the cave, not making a sound or moving a muscle.

However, I felt my spiritual power recovering rapidly… Was it the effect of the wine? I didn’t think the wine had that much effect… After all, I had a soul collision with the monster before, and my spiritual power was originally weak, so I couldn’t provide much help to Silly Tiger. Even if I drank this kind of wine, it couldn’t recover that quickly, could it?

But at this moment, a clear thought came to my mind: “Attack it and try to delay its spell.”

Main attack? I gently retracted my claws… In fact, I could already feel the exhaustion in Shatu’s soul, and the battle was about to reach its limit.