Chapter 1378: Chapter 1379: The End!
The Eight-legged Spear pierced through Yan Zuzi’s body as easily as stabbing into tofu, blood splattering three feet.
Venom rushed into Yan Zuzi’s body. Strange, horrifying toxins spread rapidly, engulfing his being in an instant.
Everyone could clearly see his flesh and blood rapidly rotting and emitting a fetid stench, peeling off in chunks. First the flesh, then the bones—corroded and disintegrated bit by bit.
“Spirit Manifestation!”
Yan Zuzi roared, the intense sense of impending doom enveloping him in the aura of death. A luminous, ethereal silhouette radiating light escaped from his body and soared toward the heavens—his Primordial Spirit, the vessel of his vital essence. Below, in the blink of an eye, his physical body decomposed into a puddle of foul liquid.
“Damn it, dying just from a touch—how do you even fight this thing?!”
His Spirit had fled to safety, temporarily preserving his life—a feat only Yan Zuzi could achieve. Cultivating the Puppetry Path and mastering Spirit techniques had made his Spirit extraordinarily powerful, enabling it to leave his body and act as the bearer of his strength.
“I thought only Xueshenzi could manage such a thing. Who would’ve thought that even among the livestock there’d be someone of this caliber? Too bad, you’re still nothing but an ant.”
The Spider Lady stood motionless, a dense, dark emerald luminance erupted from her, spreading rapidly. Her Primordial Spirit also emerged, ink-green throughout—clearly not a benign power. If one were to touch it even slightly, the outcome would be unimaginably tragic.
“The Great Sun, balanced and harmonious!”
Yitilou formed a Seal Spell between his fingers, his hands conjuring a blazing artificial miniature sun. The temperature rose continuously beneath the heavens, resonating with the distant sun above the clouds.
With scorching power, the fist struck fiercely at the dark emerald phantasmal body.
“It’s not your turn to die just yet.”
The Spider Lady slapped Yitilou’s body with an indifferent air. Her divine energy reverberated, causing his blood and qi to churn painfully within, as golden stars danced before his eyes. Yet, he stubbornly stood firm, refusing to take even a single step back, forcefully enduring her casual slap.
The Spider Lady let out a soft chirp of surprise, her gaze lingering on him briefly.
“Your tempered body has already developed new power. Given enough time, I imagine you could create an entirely new cultivation system—perhaps achieving ascension into the Immortal Gods Realm. But alas, such systems are already in excess, and there’s no need for more.”
With an air of supremacy, the Spider Lady’s words sealed off every future path for Yitilou.
“Unlike Master Yan, who focused solely on Spirit power, Old Lou here prides himself as the steadfast representative of foundational techniques. Every punch and kick carries true skill, and my flesh is trained down to the last inch. My body isn’t fragile enough to fall to a single blow!”
“Pierce!”
Yitilou muttered an incantation under his breath. Every inch of his skin released terrifying energy as his aura became increasingly hot, terrifying, and radiant.
“Die!”
“When Immortal Gods declare the order of death, no one can defy it. All you can do is obey!”
The ink-green Spirit leisurely glided through the void, effortlessly passing through Yitilou’s fiery fist without a scratch. It possessed a power born of Spirit essence, and only Spirit power could counter it. Moreover, the Spider Woman’s Spirit was fused with the Power of the Void—a force beyond conventional means to harm.
The ink-green Spirit traversed the void, extending delicate, jade-like fingers that stamped Yan Zuzi’s skull. Venom spread instantly; in but a moment, Yan Zuzi’s Spirit transitioned from glowing white to ink-green, decaying at an alarmingly visible pace until collapsing completely.
“Kill!”
Yan Zuzi’s Spirit, eyes blazing with rage, summoned an army of Saint Realm puppets to assault the Spider Lady. Yet in merely a breath’s time, these puppets were drained of power and collapsed lifelessly to the ground. Without their master’s guidance, puppets were nothing more than lifeless vessels.
“Master Yan!”
Yitilou trembled, watching helplessly as the aged figure disintegrated like shattered paper blown away by the wind.
The battle was one of Spirits—not something reliant on crude strength. Furthermore, the Spider Lady’s methods were utterly unavoidable. Her movements were swift, taking only the blink of an eye to annihilate Yan Zuzi.
“Livestock dare to resist the Immortal Gods? Pitiful Spirit power may be peak-level in this world, but to the Immortal Gods, it’s meaningless. Nothing more than dust swept away with a wave of the hand!”
The Spider Woman’s gaze radiated disdain, her spider-head glowing with vibrant, venomous emerald hues emanating a wild, predatory light.
Previously, her restraint from acting had led these mortals to believe she could be a worthy opponent—a delusion ignoring the vast chasm separating them. Such misconceptions were the greatest insult to her divine status!
“Yan Zuzi, Grandmaster, has fallen so simply?”
Li Xiaobai felt a sense of disbelief and disorientation. A noble figure, an accomplished master of profound techniques—reduced to such a swift and straightforward defeat.
And it was Spirit eradication—complete obliteration with no hope for reincarnation!
Dozens of Saint Realm puppets lay motionless on the earth below, signifying the truth of it: Yan Zuzi, their master, was truly dead.
“Your turn!”
Before the group could linger in the sorrow of losing a companion, the Spider Lady’s venomous gaze flickered toward Yitilou, her tone icy and impatient.
Her figure shifted, retracting her eight spider legs as she transformed back into human form. Her steps light, she flashed instantaneously before Yitilou, towering over him with an air of disdain. “They say you’re obsessed with brute strength. Come, show me.”
She was an Immortal God. Brimming with arrogance, she sought to emulate her adversaries’ strengths, aiming to defeat them in their own domains. Yan Zuzi specialized in Spirit power, so she eradicated him with her Spirit. Yitilou was famed for his unparalleled physical prowess, each strike capable of unleashing awe-inspiring might—so she now engaged him with physical combat!
“Damn it! Who’s afraid of who? A turtle fears a hammer—cowards are bastards!”
Enraged, Yitilou stepped forward, his power surging like fiery stars. Terrifying, searing energy erupted once more. His fists blazed with flame-like golden-red glow, fiery brilliance shooting forth as he swung his fists furiously at the Spider Lady.
Chaotic force twisted the void in rippling distortion. The Spider Lady maintained her cold composure, retaliating with mirrored movements—a punch swung forth as well. Her form was slightly stiff, deliberately mimicking Yitilou’s technique. It clearly lacked her full abilities, yet the mockery it conveyed pierced Yitilou deeply.
This was blatant disdain!
The full force of his unleashed power collided with hers. The resulting shockwaves churned clouds and tore the skies as if their combined strikes had ripped heaven itself in two—a truly horrifying spectacle.
Xiao Lao Di encircled nearby, seizing an opening to strike by thrusting a massive golden staff toward the Spider Lady’s spider-head, relentlessly smashing down. But it proved utterly futile—the spider-head was as resilient as reinforced steel and concrete, not even budging, completely ignoring Xiao Lao Di’s sneak attacks. Her sole focus remained firmly on Yitilou.
Despite their clash of fists, the anticipated stalemate did not occur. In mere moments, Yitilou’s expression turned pale as his bones shattered bit by bit, his flesh bursting into a mist of blood. The sheer, unparalleled brute force exploding from the Spider Lady’s punch was pure physical strength—uncontaminated by cultivation or any other energy. It was absolutely, purely physical prowess.
Such devastating power obliterated Yitilou’s arm instantly. The destruction expanded relentlessly, next consuming his shoulder, then his chest. In a heartbeat, his body exploded entirely, and the void bore witness to the blossoming of a blood-red flower…