Chapter 2212 - 2205: Don’t Be Shy

"It’s now!" Zhang Menglong seized the opportunity, noticing that the two small golden figures seemed to be heavily injured after this collision, barely maintaining their shape, while Gou Dan’s detector indicated their Soul Power was at its weakest state!

"Soul-Cutting Sword! Divine Weapon Crystal!"

In Zhang Menglong’s hand appeared two weapons, the Soul-Cutting Sword tailored for dealing with souls as a divine weapon, and the Divine Weapon Crystal, a legendary weapon with formidable impact on Soul Bodies. This was Zhang Menglong going all in on a risky gamble!

The two Soul Bodies seemed to have gone mad with the fight earlier, completely oblivious to Zhang Menglong’s existence, or rather, even if they noticed, they utterly ignored him. After all, in their eyes, a mere fragile human soul wasn’t worth their attention.

But they would never expect that this ant-like existence would launch a sudden attack at this critical moment!

Zhang Menglong’s two slashes felt as if he was hacking against an iron plate, even unsettling his own Soul Body to some extent. Who would’ve thought these embodiment of Soul Energy could still be so powerful in this state.

Yet Zhang Menglong knew well that this was his one and only chance, a surge of effort leads to exhaustion then elimination. If this attack didn’t work, and the two Soul Bodies recovered, what awaited him would likely be the complete collapse of the Sea of Consciousness.

"Hexagram!"

This time, above Zhang Menglong’s soul appeared a Hexagram Formation, his Soul Power started to surge rapidly, while his soul began to burn fiercely. Zhang Menglong was paying the price of burning his soul to enhance his Soul Power!

If he lost, his Sea of Consciousness would collapse completely anyway, leaving his soul without a home, and total death was just a matter of time.

But if he won, there were many ways to recover his soul, the benefits from devouring these two small golden figures alone could easily restore his soul to its original state.

Now, all he needed to do was fight with all his might, do his utmost, and leave the rest to fate.

Five times, ten times, Zhang Menglong was no longer considering the consequences; he pursued the most extreme power, even if this power existed only for a fleeting moment.

"Boom!"

The two golden figures evidently did not anticipate such an enormous burst of power from Zhang Menglong, directly being blasted away by his two strokes.

There were fine cracks on their bodies, remnants from the previous confrontation, golden mist escaping from those fissures, yet these fine lines were mending at a visibly slow pace!

"Can’t let them catch their breath!" Zhang Menglong once again charged, burning his soul, with every attack executed with all his strength, this relentless fighting style forcing the two golden figures into retreat.

[Soul remaining 91.2%.]

[Remaining 88.3%.]

Gou Dan constantly updated Zhang Menglong’s soul status, warning that once the soul’s integrity dipped below 30%, his soul would instantly fall asleep, and this was merely a theoretical value, usually, once under 50%, the soul’s condition becomes very dire. How long one can persist depends entirely on their willpower.

Under Zhang Menglong’s fierce assaults, the cracks on the two golden figures ceased healing, instead, growing increasingly pronounced, while in this process, Zhang Menglong’s consciousness grew hazier, his attacks relying merely on instinct to sustain.

[Dean, it’s at 60%!]

60%, a perilous level indeed.

On Earth, there’s a phenomenon called "scared witless," Zhang Menglong recalled experiencing it when he was very young, falling into a severe fever that lasted a month in the hospital without any improvement, later recovered only after a shaman-like figure summoned his soul back.

Zhang Menglong remembered the shaman shaking a pot of rice over his head, and upon removal, a portion mysteriously vanished, about one-twentieth of the whole pot.

Then the shaman replenished the pot, symbolizing the return of the lost soul fragment.

Losing less than 5% of the soul can devastate an otherwise lively person, let alone a loss of 40% now. A normal person would already fall into deep unconsciousness.

Careful observation of Zhang Menglong’s expression reveals he has transformed into a mere fighting machine, devoid of any emotion, driven only by the will to fight.

[Dean, it’s at 50%!]

Gou Dan’s tone began showing a hint of urgency, knowing Zhang Menglong might lose consciousness anytime, under such circumstances, if he did, he might never wake again.

"Eight Desolates!"

With the last bit of willpower, Zhang Menglong performed the advanced secret technique of "Hexagram," the "Eight Desolates," its consumption exceeded "Hexagram" by tenfold, but the power gained was even stronger!

His soul’s integrity dwindled at about 1% per second, meaning, at most persisted for 20 seconds, he’d inevitably fall unconscious!

"Disappear for me!" Zhang Menglong, from somewhere, unleashed a surge of strength, his eyes suddenly turned crimson, plunging the divine weapons harshly into the golden bodies before his soul succumbed to slumber.

He felt his body light, like falling into an endless abyss, continuously plunging...

[Dean, you’ve done very well; leave the rest to me!]

A massive millstone appeared in Zhang Menglong’s Sea of Consciousness, seeming just like an ordinary stone, the two golden figures dragged by an invisible force. Before their mutual destruction, perhaps they could escape, but now, in their feeble state, they had no strength to resist the Soul Millstone!

With Cred Points wildly depleted, the Soul Millstone slowly rotated, the two golden figures fragmented almost instantly.

The Soul Millstone spun round and round, the fragments became finer, turning into nothing but mist.

Zhang Menglong’s soul was on the verge of dispersing, thanks to the Soul Banner’s effect, still maintained a somewhat intact state, though the ongoing expense of Cred Points was unbearable for him.

Golden mist emanated from the Soul Millstone, under Gou Dan’s operation, gently swirling around Zhang Menglong’s body, a transformation process began.

31%.

32%.

...

With this power’s repair, Zhang Menglong’s soul began to recover, this absorption not just melding but strengthening.

[Dean, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, absorb as much as you can, don’t hold back!]