Chapter 90 - Heart of the World Tree (1/2)

”Pant ... pant ...”

Hei was standing covered in wounds. His breath was labored as his heart was beating rapidly. He was trying to recover his normal breathing rhythm, but his enemy would never let him do this.

Chang Huan looked at the ten corpses he had summoned lying on the ground with his brow furrowed. Their limbs had been torn apart one by one, and large pieces of flesh were missing, scattered here and there on the battlefield. He didn't expect such a result. The young Flower Sect martial artist was already injured and had consumed much of his spirit power against Ren, the number one of the Tree Sect younger generation. And yet he had given such a performance, arriving to make Chang Huan wonder what would have happened if he had fought at his peak condition.

But regardless of whether he could have had a chance or not, it didn't matter anymore. The reality was this - Hei had consumed his strength and was no longer able to fight. Nothing now would have prevented him from claiming his body.

”I have to admit it. I'm even more impressed than before, but now it's over. Get ready.” Chang Huan said as he slowly approached Hei.

Seeing him approaching, Hei looked up and smiled.

”You still don't understand. I told you. I'm not your only opponent. It's the three of us.”

At those words, Ye and Xing arrived near Hei as they covered him with their bloodied bodies. Both had faces that expressed ferocity as they bared their teeth. The remains of the spirit soldier corpse laid several meters from them.

Usually, the corpses of Ghost Law corpse manipulators reflected the sense of battle and the talent of the one who commanded them. So the quicker and more precise a corpse was in its movements, the stronger its puppeteer was.

However, there were cases in which the corpse couldn't be controlled all the time with extreme concentration. As a result, techniques that allowed the corpses to have individual autonomy regardless of the martial artist's control were necessary. And Corpse Fury was one of them.

It allowed the corpse to assume an automatic combat function thanks to the formation engraved inside itself. That function, therefore, forced the corpse to attack every living being within a certain radius, giving priority to those who possessed the highest amount of spirit power. The movements' precision and the ability to react correctly to the enemy's moves would have been discarded to leave room for more strength and ferocity.

But although this move was excellent against human martial artists who would be nervous about facing an enemy who felt no pain and didn't worry about losing an arm or a leg, this didn't work as well against spirit beasts.

When spirit beasts fought seriously, their fighting would always take on a violent connotation, literally destroying the enemy and sometimes their own body. Even in the battle against the beast tamers' group, several months ago, Ye and Xing had shown this feature and had slaughtered their enemies to the point of tearing their flesh and organs apart.

So, against two spirit beasts who were also divine beasts by birth, and therefore possessed Elemental Laws, even though it was comparable to a seventh stage, that corpse now devoid of the rationality of its master, was nothing but a puppet a little hard to destroy. That's all.

And as Hei had foreseen, they had finally torn it to pieces and returned to their big brother.

Chang Huan now had an even uglier face than before. That spirit soldier was his strongest and rarest piece; after all, it didn't happen every day to run into a dead spirit soldier. But now it had become unusable. And even if he were to repair it, it would never be as good as before. That was because Chang Huan had a minimal understanding of the Ghost Law and was limited by his abilities.

Furthermore, his guards, as well as the other corpses he had, had been destroyed. At this time, he was entirely unguarded, but there were still some enemies to deal with.

”Shit, shit. F*ck! If only I had also learned spectral or bone techniques. If only I had been on the Continent, and not limited by this f*cking shitty island. If so, there was no way I wouldn't be able to use those techniques.”

It should be known that the users of Ghost Law were generally divided into three branches - corpse manipulators, spectral fighters, bone users.

The corpse manipulators, as the name suggested, modified and commanded corpses from a distance. The spectral fighters, on the other hand, were able to make a part of their body incorporeal, as if they were ghosts, even going as far as to make their whole body incorporeal. Lastly, bone users could use the bones of their body to fight, increasing their density and becoming combat machines with resistance and body hardness comparable to Metal Law users.

It should also be said, however, that all three branches being part of the Ghost Law, it was also possible to learn all three of them. And that was why Chang Huan was cursing.

Despite his talent, he was born on one of the various islands and not on the Continent. The islands weren't only limited only by the low amount of spirit power but also by the legacy of techniques and resources. As a result, it was already quite surprising that he had managed to achieve such a control degree with the Ghost Law, coming to manipulate more bodies together. But such chains had finally ended up constricting him to accept the harsh reality of the facts - he would never have become the sovereign he had always wanted to be.

Ye and Xing didn't take pity on him and attacked. Chang Huan did his best to react. He didn't want to accept his situation. How could he? But it was a useless and desperate attempt.

Ye and Xing ended up sinking their fangs over him, breaking his spirit power protective layer. Then they began to pull both from two different sides as if they were playing tug of war with Chang Huan, who had the same function as the rope.

But Chang Huan wasn't a rope that could be pulled without thought. At one point, his body collapsed, and two large horizontal tunnels were dug out of his body. To divide these flesh tunnels was a small strip of skin in the center of the chest.

In that so gruesome way, the number one genius of the Tremor Sect younger generation and even of the entire Rainbow Island was dead. In the end, he had become like one of the many corpses that he loved so much.

Watching the victory of his little sisters, Hei smiled. Indeed, he wouldn't have felt disgusted or terrorized from how they achieved victory. After all, his fights sometimes ended up making such grotesque conclusions that they could make people feel sick.

”Good, well done, little sisters. But even if we beat all five big sects, our work is not finished,” Hei announced as he watched the rest of the participants who had stopped to observe the conclusion of the clash between the five big sects.

The Flower Sect had won on all fronts and could undoubtedly be considered the first as far as the younger generation was concerned. But in any case, with the defeat of the big sects representatives from the Lake Kingdom and Mountain Kingdom, the middle sects and the other families from those kingdoms were automatically out of the reward promised by the dead or unconscious martial artists on the ground.

The only ones who had benefited were those from the Forest Kingdom. But now that the balance was broken, if they wanted to keep their word, they had to hold back the coalition of martial artists from the other two kingdoms.

With Hei, who barely stood up and all the other representatives of the big sects out of the picture, nothing could prevent those sects and families from having their spotlight. But before they could make a move or suggest something, suddenly the flower opened slightly, and from there, three large vines sprang up at extreme speed.