Chapter 3309: Fleeing in Disarray
Chapter 3309: Fleeing in Disarray
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The dissipated death knight phantoms rapidly recondensed nearby.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!!!"
Almost simultaneously, Adam and another soul warrior spirit withdrew first through the reversed descent passage.
Only one soul warrior spirit remained on the battlefield.
"Whoosh!"
Fang Heng acted decisively, launching a mental shock toward the soul warrior spirit, then lightly tapped the ground with his toe, propelling his body swiftly toward the spirit.
The soul warrior spirit staggered under the mental shock effect, then recovered, turning to face the approaching Fang Heng. It slashed forward with its blade.
"Slash!"
Whoosh!
The strike missed.
Fang Heng’s form appeared like a phantom on the soul warrior spirit’s right side. He threw a punch, striking heavily against the soul warrior spirit’s armor.
"Boom!!!"
A dull impact echoed.
The undead aura instantly affected the soul warrior spirit’s external armor, causing it to explode.
A faint blue shadow emerged from the shattered armor, flying backward.
Fang Heng stared at the levitating shadow, a puzzled expression on his face.
Strange.
It wasn’t a robot, nor a soul body.
Could it be a life form condensed from a will, like Zane?
"Whoosh!"
The blue soul body immediately tried to retreat, simultaneously beginning to recondense its soul’s holy armor.
"Hmph!"
Fang Heng snorted internally, the Eye of God appearing in his right pupil. He raised his hand toward the fleeing soul body.
The aura of death surged instantly, forming a massive hand that slammed onto the fleeing soul warrior spirit, crushing its half-reformed dark golden armor.
"Bang!"
The blue soul will, entangled and controlled by the death aura, was lifted slowly into the air. It struggled desperately but could not break free, its gaze locked on Fang Heng.
"Who are you? Where are you from? What is your connection to the God Clan? And what is the deal with this temple seal?" Fang Heng asked coldly.
"Bang!!"
The blue soul body, tightly controlled by the death aura, exploded.
Huh?
It self-destructed?
Fang Heng furrowed his brow.
"This one is ruthless... self-destructs at the slightest provocation."
Zane, observing the battle’s end, transformed into black fog and floated beside Fang Heng, whispering in admiration, "It’s not a simple soul body, nor the same as my Evil God’s will."
"President Fang Heng, I think what we encountered is a type of spirit construct," one of the three instructors said as they approached.
Instructor Holland nodded and said, "In our research of the ancient tomes left by Empress Persephone, we found information describing creatures very similar to spirit constructs."
Seeing the puzzled looks from Zane and Fang Heng, Holland continued.
"The Empress theorized about the worlds she created. She believed we exist in a balanced world where, upon death, a soul’s will is stripped and influenced by the Death Realm, recruited back into it, and reincarnated."
"However, some strong cultivators whose soul power reaches a certain level retain a powerful will or mental strength after death. Driven by some lingering obsession, they can maintain their psychic force intact."
"Generally, our normal world is unsuitable for their survival. Their power gradually dissipates, and they are drawn into a special world called the Spiritual Realm. Losing their physical bodies, they eventually lose consciousness over time, existing in the form of spirit constructs."
Spiritual Realm!
Fang Heng’s eyelid twitched slightly as he instantly recalled the Spirit Orbs obtained earlier at the spawn base.
Could the Spirit Orb be connected to the Spiritual Realm?
Zane had never heard of such a spiritual world before and listened intently, glancing back at Holland, "What do you mean? Are you saying those few just came from the spiritual world?"
"It’s hard to say. Our understanding of the spiritual world is limited to some literature," Holland replied.
"Let’s return to the temple and take a look."
Fang Heng led the group back into the temple and examined the sealed stone tablet.
The stone tablet had been resealed, and the method used matched the original seal.
Only this time, the seal was very crude.
"How so?"
"It’s a similar type of seal, very rough and hurriedly applied. At this level, the seal will likely erode and fail again in a few years."
Fang Heng shook his head slightly and said, "We can confirm the other party is related to the God Clan, but their strength is far weaker compared to the God Clan. We currently have too few clues. We just killed one spirit construct, and we don’t know if the other side will react."
"Let’s wait a little and see if they make any new moves."
The group exchanged glances and agreed with Fang Heng’s suggestion. They exited the temple and hid on the periphery, keeping watch.
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Holy Eagle Nation.
Church No. 17-Great Hall of God.
"What the hell! What was that just now?"
Adam returned to the Great Hall via the reversal summoning passage, gasping heavily.
Recalling the events in the Netherworld left him shaken, his back already soaked with cold sweat.
He had almost not made it back!
Adam had grown up in a faith-centered household, devoted to the God Clan since childhood.
He had shown talent in sealing arts at school, so he was sent to the Saint Academy, aspiring to become an oracle.
Because of his talent in sealing arts, he often wandered among various church branches, taking on simple repair work.
He could earn money to support his family while gaining credits.
He hadn’t expected to run into major trouble during a routine seal repair today.
After the initial panic, a wave of anger filled Adam.
"D*mn it!"
He slammed the floor heavily, venting his frustration.
D*mn it!
He had lost a soul warrior spirit for a single mission!
A Tier 2 heroic spirit!
Recruiting a soul warrior spirit was troublesome. Beyond the early-stage effort, later he had to equip them, costing not only time and mental effort but also money enough to support a whole family for two years.
He had painstakingly saved to train two Tier 2 soul warrior spirits.
And now, one had died for no reason!
A total loss!
The more Adam thought about it, the more his scalp tingled.
Missing a soul warrior spirit greatly reduced his overall combat power. How would he manage the academy’s final assessment in three days?
Adam approached a guard in the Great Hall and respectfully saluted, "Sir, I encountered some anomalies in the Netherworld. I need to report them to the temple."
The guard sized Adam up and nodded, "Follow me."