At the same time, Jiang Yuan received information about the Hand of Death.
"Target is dead. Mark of the dead is being recorded. Talents gained: Yin-Yang Shield and Yin-Yang Judgment."
"I acquired a companion divine soul, but the soul was bound and has since been lost!"
"I have obtained... a Soul Seed!"
These words still stung Jiang Yuan's heart. He had never intended for Ning Yanlan to die. Even if he were to become a battle spirit, he would consider himself blind. But now, Ning Yanlan had indeed disappeared from this world.
"It's the companion god that's to be damned, not you, Ning Yanlan!"
Jiang Yuan's emotions were in turmoil. With his dying body, he put Ning Yanlan's corpse into the Heavenly Soul Child. When he gave the Heavenly Soul Child to Ning Yanlan, he knew that it was not a main battle puppet. He never expected that fate would play such a trick on him and that the Heavenly Soul Child would become her refuge.
When Ning Yanlan died, Jiang Yuan felt a tearing sensation in his soul, as the life bond he had with Ning Yanlan took effect.
The world pulse divine light shone brightly, and an unparalleled power began to form above the South City. In just a short while, Jiang Yuan's soul completely merged with the battle spirit, and his consciousness gradually disappeared. This was the result of being bound by the Eternal Life Contract.
Buzz!
"The host is dying; the Heart of Death is activating!"
One by one, the inheritances within Jiang Yuan's body disappeared: the Divine Pharmacist, the Human-Character Forging Technique, the Radiant Moon Treasure Mirror, the True Meaning of Fist Technique, the Heart Nourishing Technique, the Nine Spirits Bloodline, the Great Wilderness Divine Wood Scripture, and so on. In addition to these external things, his own four shackles were also completely sealed, leaving only the Death God's power engraved in his soul and the demonized Divine Wings.
He understood that this was the power of the Eternal Contract; when Ning Yanlan died, he, who had signed the contract, was stripped of everything.
Just as Ning Yanlan had said, she hoped to take out all her inheritances before she died. Little did she know that this was not a joke, but that the companion god had actually done just that!
It truly is a case of "when the birds are all gone, the good bow is put away; when the cunning rabbit is dead, the
"What a poignant scene of life and death!" The Demon Lord clapped his hands. He recognized Ning Yanlan's identity, but this was an unwritten rule among their top experts. If the Demon Lord could come, then the top experts of the human race would also come, only in different ways.
"We haven't settled our score yet!" Jiang Yuan stuffed everything he could keep into his personal space. Now, only his personal space was his own; everything else was meaningless.
"Yes, it hasn't been calculated yet!"
The Demon Lord glanced at Jiang Yuan and retorted, "The source hasn't been destroyed yet! You're not completely dead either! How can this be considered finished?"
"Yes, I'm not completely dead!"
Jiang Yuan glanced at the wound on his chest, then suddenly raised his face and revealed a strange smile. Afterward, he chose to self-destruct his physical body as a sacrifice to the source!
With a thunderous roar, when he died, his battle spirit perfectly aligned with the source, waiting only for the Demon Lord to withdraw from the battlefield and for the rules to return, at which point the source could revive and thus influence the battlefield.
The Demon Lord was taken aback by Jiang Yuan's strange actions. What was going on? He committed suicide after making such a threat?
Is Jiang Yuan dead? Yes, but not completely dead!
When he first obtained the Devouring talent from Abomination, Leng Yue encountered Abomination's desperate counterattack, which was Devouring's only ability—Soul Devouring.
Soul Devouring involves injecting all the souls it has devoured, including its own, into the soul of its opponent for a final showdown.
While others might consume a few hundred or a thousand souls at most when using Soul Devouring, he is different. He has mastered the Hand of Death and already possesses a large number of souls within the Reincarnation Space. With the activated Heart of Death, he has enough to take a high-stakes gamble.
"Since you're all dead, then sever your source. At least reduce your level by a few!" The Demon Lord glanced at the Heavenly Demon Seal in the sky. He was quite puzzled. This seemingly ordinary little fat boy had actually controlled his Heavenly Demon Seal and hadn't released it even when he died. You must know that this was his natal treasure.
Even without the Heavenly Demon Seal, the Demon Lord still used the power of his true form. Before the source had fully condensed, thousands of demonic swords began to plow the ground. In just a few minutes, countless sword marks were left on the source that emerged from the soil, and the source was shredded by 30%.
However, the Demon Lord did not notice that when he destroyed the source of the battlefield, a strange change occurred in the entire South City. Countless black wisps that could not be observed with the naked eye rose into the air from the ground of the South City. The corpses that died in the South City contributed their power before turning to ashes.
This includes some spirit beasts!
In a sense, spirit beasts are not considered alien races; they are also creatures of Earth, only they are controlled by alien races after their spirits are awakened!
Even though they were under control, at this moment, most of the dead spirit beasts followed the guidance of the unseen world and began to offer up their souls.
Meanwhile, red rain began to fall over the southern city. Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that the red rain was not real rain, but rather bright red roses.
"What is this?" The Demon Lord stopped his destruction and took a rose petal that floated down from the sky. At this moment, there were only three minutes left before the source was formed. In his eyes, the overall situation was settled, but for some reason, he still had a faint unease in his heart.
At the level of a Demon Lord, intuition is already a rudimentary manifestation of the rules, so he had to take the feeling of unease seriously.
"The blessing of death!"
The cold, merciless voice echoed through the southern city, as if death itself had descended upon this hellish place.
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