Chapter 108: Compression, the limit

I didn’t expect Shahu to wake up at this time, and the surprise in my heart was indescribable… This time Shahu’s sleep, I always feel that it has entered a certain “critical” juncture, if it is not at a dead end, do not use coercive means to wake it up.

But it was he who woke up under such “stimulation.” How could I not be surprised?

Nothing happens by chance. The awakening of Silly Tiger should also have been a sign of things to come. After all, in Xiangxi, it woke up twice for no reason. I’m sorry that both times it woke up in a state of shock.

Not only did it wake me up with a surprise, it also gave me a big gift. Under its roar, all the evil spirits that wanted to possess me were forced out, but the stubborn ghost king insisted on possessing me.

“What is it?” The ghost king that was knocked out of my body couldn’t help but roar loudly, his face full of disbelief. At least in his mind, he was about to succeed. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that if I resisted, you wouldn’t succeed.

As for Silly Tiger, he didn’t bother to respond to it, just lazily, with a hint of impatience, he ‘roared’ at the ghost king, and the idea was conveyed very clearly.

Then, Silly Tiger and I looked at each other, and the look in his eyes was full of a feeling of gentleness and attachment, just like the look a pet cat gives its owner after ten years of companionship. And Silly Tiger and I have been together for more than ten years? We can say that we are dependent on each other, and our souls have been intertwined for more than thirty years. I have been wearing the tiger claw that holds his soul since I was born.

And we have also experienced so much life and death together… This feeling is even more than that of a brother.

Now, Shatu automatically appears from my soul, gracefully pacing in this cave full of fierce ghosts. With a length of nearly 15 meters, it looks like a giant. The snow-white tiger skin is covered with black, no, more accurately, black and gold tiger stripes, making it look majestic… Is this the majestic figure it once had when it was proud of its dominance in the old forest?

I think it should be… After all, in Shatu’s lair, I have seen Shatu’s huge skeleton.

“Brother.” I felt the thoughts of the tiger, and it was so kind to call me brother… Then I heard it firmly and unconditionally convey a thought, telling me to continue, to continue to complete the thunder spell, and to leave everything to it.

I looked at Silly Tiger with infinite trust, and the next moment, before I closed my eyes, I heard it roar, “I’m hungry,” and then pounced on the nearest ghost in front of it and took it in its mouth… It looked at the ghost king with hungry eyes.

I closed my eyes with a peace of mind. Everyone knows that in the world of the living, being able to close your eyes makes you more efficient.

I was fighting alone just now, how dare I close my eyes and move my steps with ease, chanting spells and incantations? Now I can… I hear the roar of Silly Tiger, and the howl of the ghost king. I also feel that the various ghosts want to get close, but are suppressed by Silly Tiger’s aura… I feel extra relieved!

In this state, I somehow believe that Shatu’s soul power has recovered to more than 60% of its prime, and that Shatu’s soul power is equivalent to more than half of Chen Chengyi’s, which is more than enough to delay a spell for me.

As I stepped on the magic circle, the wind grew stronger and stronger in the cave… and the moist air filled the entire cave. It was a pity that I could not see the gathering of clouds or the dancing of lightning. I could only feel the violent power of lightning gathering non-stop.

I communicated with the energy of the thunder and lightning, and as long as it reached a critical point, it could be vented in this place, and the ghosts would be “blown” to their hearts’ content… But at this moment, a fluctuation suddenly came from my soul, and before I could react, a strong will appeared in my mind.

What is this? At the critical moment of casting the spell, a will suddenly appeared, and this will did not convey any specific meaning to me, but I felt that a realization about the power of the spell had appeared in my mind.

That is, the first round of thunder and lightning in this thunder spell is not enough to destroy many evil spirits, and in this gap, these evil spirits will disperse one after another, allowing most of the power of the thunder spell to be wasted. After the thunder spell is complete, these evil spirits will gather again, and the next time the thunder spell is cast, the same result will occur.

If this cycle continues, even the use of the Thunder Spell will consume half of my soul power, and even more than half if I use it again. So, according to my prediction, using this spell is actually a very stupid act.

I don’t know why I feel stupid. I also don’t know why I have such a precise prediction in my mind… But then, another way to cast the Thunder Technique appeared in my mind.

That is to use a secret method to continuously compress the violent energy of the thunder spell, and when the thunder spell first falls, it will tilt all its power! At that moment, the evil spirits in the cave will have no way to react, and most of them will be killed.

Leaving a margin for everything is the kindness that my master taught me, but at this moment, I don’t know why my belief has become that being kind to all evil things is being cruel to all good things. The Tao is to use the magic in your hands to destroy all evil things that cannot be measured.

I don’t understand why my mentality has become so cold and hard at this time. My slightest hesitation has been overwhelmed by this firm idea. I stopped and began to pinch a strange hand gesture, but I didn’t feel awkward at all.

Over there, Shatu and Guiwang were fighting fiercely, and the movements of my hands were becoming more and more fluid… In my world of thought, if the lightning I summoned was the size of a thundercloud, now, with the movements of my hands, the soul power carefully wrapped around it had shrunk by half.

At this moment, I also had a realization in my heart. The thunder and lightning I summoned were not “violent” to me, but I had to use my soul power to wrap and compress this kind of thing. I had to have a strong spiritual awareness in order to be “precise.” This kind of non-violence is relative. If my soul power and the thunder and lightning collided accidentally, the thunder and lightning would still instantly pour out, injuring me, and even blowing me to pieces.

The thundercloud was reduced by half… and while Shatuo was trying to contain the evil spirits affecting me, he was also struggling to fight the ghost king!

But at this time, the hunger in Shatu’s soul did not stop. Occasionally, when there was a gap, it would devour a ghost… and after it had devoured it, the bone-chilling hunger would feel better.

Don’t ask me how I know, because I and Silly Tiger are connected by soul. It is neither me nor me, so it is not strange to know.

“Brother, I want to eat happily. Hurry up, I can’t hold on much longer.” When the thundercloud was cut in half, Shatuo finally urged me. I had actually judged that Shatuo could only hold on for two more minutes, which was normal.

Now, with two-thirds of the thunderclouds cut off, I saw that it was almost my limit, and when I stopped casting the thunder spell, a firm thought stopped me again. This is not the limit at all. This easy compression is not the limit at all. Continue…

I didn’t want to continue at all, because continuing was a gamble. How could I take such a risk here?

But that will was so strong, constantly urging me on, telling me that the compression of the technique was, to some extent, an enhancement of the power of the technique… It was like the more energy was compressed to the limit, the greater the power when it burst open, because in this kind of power, a layer of “tension” was added to it. This “tension” was also a kind of energy in the laws of the universe, and compression was borrowing power.

And this will kept telling me that in every situation, whether it is safe or dangerous, I should challenge my own limits! Only by repeatedly honing my limits can I grow rapidly and understand the art of magic more deeply.

I was forced by this will to keep pressing the hand gestures, faster and faster, and my fingers felt a numb pain, and my brain was also getting more and more painful… Because compressing energy is a matter that requires a high degree of concentration and consumes spiritual awareness, you can’t relax at all, let alone face the violent power of lightning?!

In my world of thought, the thunderclouds were compressed to the size of three basketballs under this constant pressure, emitting a thrilling blue light. Occasionally, there was a loud crackling sound, making people feel as if their souls were trembling.