Chapter 125: Killing a Third-Grade High-Level Martial Artist

"Ghost Crying Wolf Howling!" Meng Yifan channeled the thick True Qi within his body into the Ghost Head Blade, once again activating the Ghost Crying Wolf Howling skill.

In the past, Meng Yifan was only a Second Grade Lower Tier Martial Artist with limited True Qi in his body, unable to fully unleash the power of the Ghost Head Blade; the Ghost Crying Wolf Howling he unleashed was merely a sonic attack that disturbed the enemy's mind.

Now, after leveling up, the scene became completely different when he unleashed this move again.

In an instant, thick black mist was released from the Ghost Head Blade. Within this black mist, dozens of Yin Souls with missing limbs and broken legs wailed and gnashed their teeth, wanting to claim Zhang Chao's life, causing ghostly winds to swirl around Zhang Chao, as if in the legendary Eighteen Levels of Hell.

If those dozens of Yin Souls with missing limbs and broken legs could be considered soldiers, then the Yin Soul of Zhang Butou was the general. Having devoured the Divine Soul of Wang Zhanbiao, his soul body was solidified, existing between the virtual and the real, and at this moment, he led those dozens of ghost soldiers to launch an attack on Zhang Chao.

Zhang Butou charged forward without hesitation, diving directly into Zhang Chao's Consciousness Sea to devour his Divine Soul Origin, while those ghost soldiers went to bite and tear at Zhang Chao's physical body.

Zhang Chao was a Third-Grade High-Level Martial Artist, his body as hard as steel and iron, and his defensive power was extremely formidable. These Yin soldiers had limited attack power; each attack was like a mosquito biting an ordinary person, only able to leave a black dot on Zhang Chao's skin.

However, these black dots contained the pure Yin energy from within the Yin soldiers' bodies; if not dispelled in time, they would continuously corrode the living person's body.

Imagine an ordinary person being bitten by dozens of mosquitoes, each leaving a black dot containing toxins; that feeling is certainly not pleasant.

At the same time, Shuke also launched a frantic attack. The Bloodthirsty Ghost Rat was very special; after entering the Third Grade, it would automatically explode after ten minutes.

Yet, the closer it got to the final moment, the more powerful the Bloodthirsty Ghost Rat's attacks became. At this moment, every one of its attacks could tear off a large chunk of Zhang Chao's flesh through the Divine Bell Cover.

"Oh no!" Zhang Chao was greatly shocked. In this critical moment, he could not care about the attacks of the Yin soldiers, nor could he care about the biting of the Bloodthirsty Ghost Rat; he only had time to gather the energy of the Divine Bell Cover onto his vital parts, preventing Shuke from killing him instantly.

At this very moment, inside Zhang Chao's Consciousness Sea, Zhang Butou and his Divine Soul entity were engaged in a fierce battle.

Zhang Chao was a Third-Grade High-Level Martial Artist; his Divine Soul Origin was taller and stronger than Zhang Butou's Yin Soul Body, and coupled with fighting on his home turf, his advantage was immense.

After Zhang Butou's Yin Soul entered Zhang Chao's Consciousness Sea, the entire world was repelling him, but Zhang Butou did not care at all, like a Wild Beast seeing prey, charging straight toward Zhang Chao's Divine Soul.

"Get out!" Zhang Chao's Divine Soul roared, punching a large hole into Zhang Butou's Yin Soul, but Zhang Butou's Yin Soul had become very special after being modified by the Ghost Head Blade, and he did not care at all even with a large hole punched through his chest.

Zhang Butou suddenly lowered his head, his neck instantly stretching and bending at a bizarre ninety-degree angle, then he opened his blood-red maw and bit fiercely onto the arm of Zhang Chao's Divine Soul, his sharp fangs tearing off a large fragment of the Divine Soul in one go.

"Ah!" Zhang Chao's Divine Soul trembled violently in pain. The Divine Soul is a person's foundation; if the Divine Soul suffers heavy damage, one will fall into a coma.

If the Divine Soul is shattered, even if the body is intact, the person will become a vegetable.

"Get lost!" Zhang Chao's Divine Soul clenched his left fist and smashed it fiercely into Zhang Butou's head; the surging energy blew Zhang Butou's head to pieces.

However, Zhang Butou's soul body swayed slightly, and another head grew out from his chest cavity, as if Zhang Butou's soul body were an immortal existence.

But growing a head again consumed a large amount of Yin Soul Power, and his entire soul body became much weaker, appearing to flicker between reality and illusion.

Zhang Chao's Divine Soul was greatly shocked, but he also saw that he only needed to smash Zhang Butou's head three more times to completely finish him off.

However, Zhang Chao also knew that his body was currently in a life-and-death crisis; he did not have much time to linger in the battle of the Consciousness Sea and had to eliminate Zhang Butou's Yin Soul as quickly as possible, otherwise, his body was in danger of dying.

For a person, both the body and the Divine Soul are important; a strong body leads to a vigorous spirit and a solidified Divine Soul. If the body dies, the Divine Soul has nowhere to dwell, and under the wind and sun of the outside world, it will soon turn to ashes and vanish into thin air.

"As expected of a Third-Grade High-Level Martial Artist, truly hard to kill," Meng Yifan muttered. Now Zhang Chao had shrunk the Divine Bell Cover, protecting only his head, chest, and crotch, among other vital parts.

With the defensive area smaller, the defensive power of the Divine Bell Cover increased linearly, becoming indestructible, which made Shuke's claws and teeth unable to cause fatal damage to Zhang Chao at all.

Although those Yin soldiers bit Zhang Chao's body until it was covered in black dots, emitting waves of foul odor, those were merely minor injuries that would only make his body ache unbearably without significantly affecting his combat power.

"No time left." Meng Yifan could feel that Shuke would explode in another dozen seconds or so. Meng Yifan wanted to finish off Zhang Chao, but he was also reluctant to let Shuke self-destruct.

"Break for me!" Meng Yifan shouted loudly, his True Qi surging, and the Ghost Head Blade thrust forward again, stabbing fiercely at Zhang Chao's head, colliding with that layer of substantial Divine Bell Cover.

Zhang Chao was multitasking, fighting Zhang Butou in his Consciousness Sea while controlling the True Qi in his body to reinforce the Divine Bell Cover's defense; it was simply agonizing.

Zhang Chao knew the most critical moment had arrived and he was in danger of dying at any time, but being attacked from both inside and outside, he was completely unable to launch a counterattack and could only defend passively, which made him so frustrated he wanted to curse.

The Ghost Head Blade felt immense resistance but still continued to thrust forward rapidly, inching closer to Zhang Chao's glabella.

Zhang Butou, inside Zhang Chao's Consciousness Sea, bit at Zhang Chao's Divine Soul Origin regardless of his own life, which prevented Zhang Chao from fully controlling the True Qi in his body. This meant that even though Zhang Chao's True Qi was stronger than Meng Yifan's and he knew the secret technique of Condensing Qi into Steel, he could not unleash the power he should have had, and was beaten by Meng Yifan until he was retreating step by step.

"Get out!" Zhang Chao's Divine Soul roared, kicking out and shattering Zhang Butou's Divine Soul once again.

"Ha! Ha!" Zhang Butou, already torn to pieces, let out a cold, sinister laugh, then bizarrely gathered into shape again, lunging over once more with teeth bared and claws brandished.

"Clang!" With a crisp sound, the tip of the Ghost Head Blade finally pierced Zhang Chao's glabella, breaking through Zhang Chao's skin, but it was blocked by his hard skull.

"Go to hell!" Meng Yifan roared, channeling all his True Qi into the Ghost Head Blade, and with a fierce thrust, the Ghost Head Blade advanced again, piercing through Zhang Chao's skull and churning up Zhang Chao's brain; white brain matter and blood-red blood sprayed out along the wound.

Zhang Chao opened his eyes abruptly, looking at Meng Yifan with great unwillingness, then his body twitched and he fell into a pool of blood.