Chapter 68: Sharp Knife

Psychic attack!

In the moment of pain, I immediately understood where the pain came from. This feeling of being pricked was a way of using spiritual power.

This kind of spiritual attack exists in all times and places, just like the famous and widely known spiritual whip in the Western system of magic.

The Taoist arts of China are more low-key, and the subtlety of their use is no less refined than the spiritual flogging.

I admire myself for being able to think of these things in pain, but fortunately it was just pain. I could feel that my soul was not damaged in any way, because spiritual power can destroy a person’s thinking. To put it plainly, it directly destroys the spirit that depends on the soul, then disrupts the world of thought, and then destroys the soul.

This is the reason why many people who are attacked by spiritual power become ‘crazy’ or even completely insane.

My soul strength determines that my spiritual strength is not too bad. Although it is not as good as excellent, it will not be destroyed by such an attack. Even if my spiritual strength is destroyed and I appear to be in a trance, the strength of my soul will resist this attack, no matter how many times it happens.

As long as the soul is intact, the spiritual power can be condensed again.

Just like in Western legends, if a wizard’s spiritual power is exhausted, after a night of meditation, even if it cannot be completely restored, it can be restored to some extent… This is the function of spiritual power, but a wizard whose soul is destroyed cannot even meditate.

I quickly analyzed all this, but what good did it do? In such a critical situation, the battle was already difficult, and there was someone else next to you mentally interfering with you. How could you continue to fight?

In the split second I had my head down, I felt seven or eight fists landing on me without mercy, and several hands trying to grab me… I could only endure the lingering pain in my head, forcing my teeth together, and suddenly breaking free of the hands that were trying to grab me, then punching back.

There will be no next time. If there are more of these, I simply won’t be able to fight on, and my master and I will be caught.

At this moment, I realized that the person who had attacked me was another Holy King, the one who looked so lazy… No wonder his eyes looked so amazing, as deep as a deep pool. This was the most direct manifestation of outstanding spiritual power! The eyes were a display… I should pay extra attention to this situation.

At that time, colored contacts were not yet so common, so the Holy King would not have been so bored as to wear colored contacts in his eyes.

I was very annoyed. I really should have paid attention to this earlier.

This discovery made my heart suddenly feel a lot of pressure. I had to say that the holy kings under Yang Sheng really had their own unique characteristics. From the holy king Liu who could pull souls directly with his hands, to the secret technique of the holy king Jiazhi, the Buddhist lion roar, to the spiritual power attack of this holy king… the more I discovered, the higher I felt the mountain in my heart. Will it become Mount Everest in the future?

In addition, I am not naive enough to think that the spiritual power attack of this holy king is only at this level. I would rather believe that this attack is a deliberate test.

Soon, Yang Sheng’s subordinates were once again defeated by me… Because in order to save time, I had to open up a third secret cave… But at this time, the Holy King struck again. This time, I felt it even more clearly and distinctly than the last time. I distinctly felt that this spiritual power had turned into a sharp blade, slashing fiercely towards my head.

I don’t know what the effect of being hit by this blow will be. It should not be as easy as last time… It was just a slight sting. I could imagine that a large piece of my spiritual power would really be “cut off,” and I would be in a short-lived trance, unable to control my behavior.

I was suddenly extremely nervous. The biggest threat of this kind of attack is that it is impossible to defend against it… I could only mobilize all my spiritual power to resist it. After all, it is also a kind of energy consumption… I just don’t know if I can make it in time?

However, the attack I was waiting for did not land on me for a long time. After I mobilized all my soul power to protect my brain (the source of spiritual power is in the brain), there was no attack as expected. This really made me strange. After all, it takes time to mobilize soul power.

When I came to my senses, I saw that the sharp blade of spiritual power had slashed viciously at a ‘nothing’ whip… That was—Master had struck!

Master naturally does not know any spiritual power attacks. He directly used his soul power to condense into a “whip” and fiercely whipped it at the Holy King… And the Holy King had to focus on using his spiritual power against me. If he let Master do this, he would definitely be injured. In a hurry, he could only mobilize his attack back at me.

I found that over the years, Master’s use of spiritual power has become more and more refined. During the battle at the Lake of Ghosts, he had once built a spiritual power “protective wall” for me, which also shows that his spiritual power has become more and more powerful.

After so many years of cultivation, at this age, the soul power has grown by leaps and bounds. I have to say that this is a miracle.

However, in the end, such an attack is also detrimental to Master, because spiritual power is damaged. As long as the soul essence is not damaged, it can be restored, but if the soul is damaged… there is nothing Master can do!

With a muffled sound, the two forces collided. Compared to the collision between Jiezi and the remnant soul of Qiongqi, the collision between Master and the Holy King can be described as “gentle.” After all, the Holy King did not use all his power because he was worried about the battle on Qiongqi’s side.

And my master’s power naturally could not compare to the remnant soul of Qiongqi.

However, even so, I, who was paying full attention to my master, noticed that the moment of impact caused my master to take a step back, and his face instantly turned purple. It must have been the soul that was under extreme pressure that caused it to turn purple.

Fortunately, my master recovered quickly and walked towards me, barely able to speak, saying, “Hurry up!”

I glanced at the Holy King. In such a hasty duel, he actually suffered a small loss without saying a word, groaned, covered his forehead, and took several steps back. His face turned pale, and his deep eyes became unfocused.

This was actually a complete coincidence. My master’s strength was not weak. Jenny had once commented that my master’s strength should be second-tier, and that he should be better than these holy kings, and that it should not be a completely crushed gap.

In recent years, my master’s strength has increased… plus spiritual power is a higher level of energy than mental power, so although my master was taking a risk, he was also taking a small advantage without making a sound.

In the end, he made his move with sufficient preparation, and the Holy King responded in haste… This resulted in the situation where he was hit more severely.

It is not easy to concentrate spiritual power. By a twist of fate, my master and I were able to buy ourselves some time to escape.

However, in order to achieve this result, Master also paid a price… Seeing him struggling, I immediately ran over and picked him up without thinking… On the ground, a Zhenren lying on his stomach took a knife from his hand and I could only carry Master on my back and rush out of the encirclement.

“Catch… catch… Chen Chengyi!” The Holy King, barely able to, could only order like this. When he shouted, almost everyone on the small battlefield was converging towards us, and even Yazi, who was fighting against the remnant soul of Qiongqi, couldn’t help but look at me and my master with murderous eyes.

I had no choice but to retreat… I grabbed the clothes of another person lying on the ground, stood in a corner, kicked away the people who were converging on me, tied my master firmly to my back, then gripped the handle of the knife in my hand tightly, roared, and began to rush towards the east end of the town.

Yang Sheng’s subordinates came at me like a tide… Perhaps for some reason, the two of us were more valuable to these people than those with the blood of the Ancestor God. They came at us one after another, getting knocked down and getting back up again, almost at any cost, desperate to catch us.

If it weren’t for these people in the town holding them back, I can’t imagine what would have happened if we had been overwhelmed by these zombie-like monsters.

I never thought I would be so decisive to kill, or rather, not kill, but to kill the monsters. When a person is pushed to the limit and wants to rush out, he will subconsciously attack the vital points! Otherwise, how can he face these monsters who are following one after another?

I started swinging my knife at the necks, chests, stomachs, and other vital areas of these subordinates, hacking and slashing at them indiscriminately. I don’t know if these monsters will die as a result, after all, they can’t be measured by human standards.

I was grateful that the knives of the Miao people of western Hunan were very sharp… and tough enough… Even if I had to stop and fight for a while every few meters, the knife was still usable and still in my hand.

I opened five secret caves without realizing it… I can’t forget that this secret technique has a time limit.

The entrance to the east seemed like a distant death. When would these people let us go? I had no answer. I only had one thought: charge, charge forward.