As long as the green hills remain, one need not worry about firewood.
As long as he was alive, he could find excellent Corpse Slaves again.
What were twelve Corpse Slaves? Once he broke through to Spirit Emperor, Spirit Sage, or even Spirit Douluo and Titled Douluo, even thirty Corpse Slaves would be nothing.
Not just thirty Corpse Slaves, but thirty Spirit Emperor Corpse Slaves, thirty Spirit Sage Corpse Slaves!
The Death God's Emissary fled for his life.
He had operated in these mountains for a long time and was exceptionally familiar with them.
Before his Martial Spirit truly awakened, he was just an ordinary Spirit Master, eking out a living in these mountains.
It was only after his sudden enlightenment, when he understood the true meaning of his Martial Spirit, dreamed of the Death God's gift, and the moment his Martial Spirit mutated, that he truly began his ascent to the peak of his life.
He could not die!
Holding onto this belief, the Death God's Emissary began his escape.
Mingdou Mountain Range.
Two figures stood atop a mountain peak, watching the group from the Sun Moon Empire cross the border and enter the Star Luo Empire's territory.
"This Du Busi is indeed close to a breakthrough. The duration of his Gold-level Second Awakening is too long; it feels like it's become a standard technique for him in his normal state," Long Xiaoyao said, his tone serious.
Before Mu En died, he had sought out Long Xiaoyao, entrusting him to look after Shrek Academy for the following three years.
Mu En even trusted Long Xiaoyao more than he trusted Xuan Zi to take care of Shrek.
"Mu En was right. If Du Busi is truly pushed into a corner, there's a very high chance he will break through," Long Xiaoyao sighed.
He felt regret, but his words were mostly meant to persuade the Ye Xishui beside him.
"Xishui, both you and I have already broken through. You should know that the path of a Limit Douluo is also a long one. The later he breaks through, the more advantageous it is for us. We should avoid provoking him if possible now."
Ye Xishui remained silent the entire time.
She looked in the direction where the Sun Moon Imperial team had departed, seemingly still entangled in thoughts of revenge for the dismantling of her years of planning.
This was Long Xiaoyao's assumption.
In reality, Ye Xishui was thinking about other matters.
Rather than looking towards the Sun Moon Imperial team, she was looking in the direction of Shrek Academy.
She held no romantic feelings for Mu En; her heart belonged only to Long Xiaoyao. Her relationship with Mu En was purely one of friendship between comrades.
When the three of them roamed the continent together in their youth, it was impossible not to form some bonds of friendship.
However, every time she recalled those experiences, a trace of guilt always surfaced in Ye Xishui's heart.
Her initial approach to the two had been deliberate; she was using them for her cultivation.
The Light and Darkness Twin Holy Dragons – their immense reputation back then had drawn Ye Xishui's attention. Her goal wasn't to harm them, but to study them, to witness firsthand and personally experience their Martial Soul Fusion Skill, all to complete her own training.
Unfortunately, even so, she still failed to commence cultivation for her second Martial Spirit.
Two opposing Martial Spirits ultimately restrained each other.
Retracting her gaze, Ye Xishui looked at Long Xiaoyao, the guilt in her heart growing stronger.
Long Xiaoyao was not an Evil Spirit Master; he had loathed them his entire life and had hunted down countless Evil Spirit Masters. Yet, he ultimately joined the Holy Spirit Cult because he felt he had wronged Ye Xishui.
But how could he know that Ye Xishui had been willing back then?
Maintaining her cold expression, Ye Xishui turned and flew towards the Sun Moon Empire's interior.
Long Xiaoyao breathed a sigh of relief, transformed into a black dragon, and followed Ye Xishui away.
"Fool, where do you think you're still running?"
Yan Shaozhe was thoroughly fed up with the chase.
He declared he had never seen an Evil Spirit Master who could struggle so tenaciously.
It was true that Evil Spirit Masters were generally hard to kill, always possessing various evil secret arts that allowed them to turn the tables on ordinary Spirit Masters even when critically weakened.
But Yan Shaozhe was no ordinary Spirit Master. His Bright Flame severely countered Evil Spirit Masters. When facing their counterattacks, he usually just released his Bright Flame and reduced them to ashes.
However, this Death God's Emissary was different.
This thing was far too troublesome. Wherever there were people, he was like a fish in water, instantly creating Corpse Slaves and then detonating them.
A series of Corpse Explosions followed. Even though the Bright Flame could purify the corpse poison and such, the explosive force was very real.
Yan Shaozhe couldn't just let him run amok, so he spent more energy intercepting the Death God's Emissary's escape routes, trying his best to prevent him from getting close to people.
When he couldn't get near people, the Death God's Emissary started using Spirit Beasts instead.
And so, this Death God's Emissary struggled for a full three days.
He was far too troublesome.
"Die now!"
Yan Shaozhe looked at the utterly exhausted Death God's Emissary before him and revealed a ferocious smile.
Run?
Keep running.
Just as he was feeling pleased, Yan Shaozhe sensed a large number of Spirit Power fluctuations approaching. His expression changed drastically.
He sharply looked up, gazing ahead.
"People from the Sun Moon Empire? The Sun Moon Imperial team?"
He saw the uniforms worn by Su Ming and the others.
Su Ming quietly informed Elder Ma of Yan Shaozhe's identity.
"Why is Yan Shaozhe here?"
Puzzled, Su Ming followed Yan Shaozhe's position and saw the dying Death God's Emissary on the ground in front of him.
"An Evil Spirit Master?"
Chasing an Evil Spirit Master all the way here?
Was there a part in the original story where Yan Shaozhe encountered the Sun Moon Imperial team?
While Su Ming was pondering, he heard the Death God's Emissary's shout.
"I am the Death God's spokesperson! You have already angered the Death God!"
The Death God's Emissary also sensed the presence of Su Ming and the others, and began to feel emboldened.
"Kekeke! The Death God is exerting his power!"
Truly, heaven never seals off all exits.
As long as he quickly killed these few Spirit Kings, converted them into Corpse Slaves, and used them, he could still cause trouble.
Shouting about the Death God's descent, the Death God's Emissary charged towards Su Ming and the others.
Yan Shaozhe hesitated for a moment and did not intervene to stop him.
Elder Ma couldn't help but frown.
Was this Evil Spirit Master insane?
Su Ming glanced at Elder Ma and realized he truly lacked deterrence.
His Spirit Power was indeed strong, but a Spirit Engineer's Spirit Power seemed to naturally lack an intimidating effect.
The Death God's Emissary also didn't seem to be a high-ranking member of the Holy Spirit Cult with broad horizons, just a country bumpkin Evil Spirit Master who didn't know much about Spirit Engineers.
"Kekeke, offer yourselves as sacrifice to the Death God!"
The Death God's Emissary muttered with neurotic zeal, his eyes scanning the crowd before finally locking onto Su Ming.
"It's you, kid! I see your Qi and blood are vigorous, perfect for offering to the Death God!"
If the Death God can't have it, this vigorous Qi and blood will be enjoyed by the great Death God's Emissary himself!
Su Ming frowned.
"Put on a show. This dim-witted Evil Spirit Master seems to have touched upon the field of Necromancy. I'll try to separate his Martial Spirit," Electrolux's voice sounded in his mind.
Fine.
"Third Spirit Skill, Domain of Chaos!"
The Death God's Emissary's forward path instantly became distorted, and he started spinning in circles in front of Su Ming.
Su Ming took out a spirit cannon. Light and fire elements converged at its muzzle, forming a white flame that blasted onto the Death God's Emissary.
"Ah!"
The Death God's Emissary screamed miserably.
Under the effect of the Purifying Flame, he died.
Under everyone's gaze, Su Ming spread his hands helplessly.
"I'm helpless too. He was shouting about the Death God and whatnot, then charged over to his death."
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