Outside the mental hospital, Sun Shanxing and others stood on the snow, looking solemnly at the colossal building shrouded in mist.
Although the Dim Domain had vanished, the unease this structure instilled in Sun Shanxing was far greater than before.
Moreover, as long as the Plague Spirit was alive, the Dim Domain might reappear at any moment.
Yet, though this building seemed to be right before them and possessed a physical form, none of them could truly enter it.
Furthermore, he had no time to research how to enter this building.
Thick black smoke appeared in the distance, growing increasingly conspicuous.
As the black smoke drew closer, it became clear that they were legions of frenzied undead, charging with desperate abandon.
Their target might be the building behind them, or it might be the demon hunters. Regardless of the reason, Sun Shanxing had to lead the demon hunters present to block these monsters.
Sun Shanxing couldn't comprehend the enemy's current actions, so disrupting their plans was the only choice he had.
Merely fending off the approaching undead was an easy task for the demon hunters. Sun Novel Online.
But according to the intelligence Sun Shanxing had gathered, it wasn't just the nearby undead in this state; all the undead in the entire Dim Domain were charging towards this location with unnatural speed!
Therefore, all they could do now was fight!
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The blade of the Blood River Sword was embedded in a chunk of ice. Black chains lay scattered on the sand, and huge sand pits were slowly healing.
Wen Wen, holding the broken sword, knelt on the peak of an ice mountain. His body was covered in wounds.
This was a strange space. The sky was a deep gray, with only a few bright stardust specks serving as light sources. The ground was an endless desert, where grotesque trees with blade-like leaves grew. Within the desert stood towering mountains, both icy and volcanic.
The Plague Spirit, with his hands in his pockets, instantly appeared before Wen Wen and kicked him away. Wen Wen flew past two sonic booms before smashing through two massive ice mountains, finally coming to a halt.
After crashing through the ice mountains, Wen Wen landed and waved his hand. The chains on the ground and the broken sword in his hand were instantly restored. He fiercely swung the sword at the Plague Spirit. This attack was far more imposing than anything Xuan Zu could muster, as if it could cleave the entire world in two.
However, the Plague Spirit merely extended a hand and easily shattered the colossal sword. Then, with a gentle push of that hand, Wen Wen was once again reduced to his disheveled state.
Cracks suddenly appeared on the surrounding ice mountains, and dense magma and flames flowed down from their peaks. Along with the magma came countless writhing, scarlet humanoid figures.
The desert below the mountains was transformed into black and red reefs by the lava, and the iron-knife trees bore strange flowers. The inner surfaces of the petals were red, while the outer surfaces were flesh-colored. Each petal was a grotesque face!
Amidst this apocalyptic, bizarre landscape, the Plague Spirit descended from the sky and landed before Wen Wen.
"You should give up now and accept this reality."
"Technique, abilities, reinforcements, equipment, schemes... all of these are irrelevant to the outcome of this battle!"
"No one can assist you, nor should you think of relying on so-called tenacious will, or waiting for me to be careless to turn the tables."
"What determines victory or defeat is simply the difference in our inherent strength, and in this aspect, you cannot be stronger than me, who has lived ninety-one years longer."
The Plague Spirit had carefully considered this method of dealing with Wen Wen. He had no idea what Wen Wen would experience in the real world.
Perhaps he had gained immense power, befriended the most influential figures in the world, acquired the most formidable weapons, or had been waiting for his return and had made numerous plans.
The Plague Spirit was well aware that when facing his original body, which shared the same origin, his only certain advantage was the strength forged through ninety-one years of combat. Thus, he chose a method where no external assistance could be utilized, aiming to crush Wen Wen through sheer strength!
Wen Wen panted heavily. What the Plague Spirit said was true; he was indeed at his wit's end.
This strange place was Wen Wen's spiritual world. The volcanoes within the ice mountains represented his madness, while the ice mountains symbolized his self-restraint. The desert, the blade trees, and many other elements were metaphors for Wen Wen's various traits.
Initially, there were no exposed volcanoes, only ice mountains encasing them. However, as Wen Wen gradually fell into a disadvantageous position, the suppressed flames erupted.
Once Wen Wen was thoroughly defeated by the Plague Spirit, this place would transform into a hellish landscape, and the Plague Spirit would become the absolute master of his body.
As the ruler of this world, Wen Wen could make himself as powerful as he wished. However, the Plague Spirit opposite him was also the ruler of this world, and he was even more powerful.
"Well... I give up. You've outmaneuvered me this time."
After a moment's thought, Wen Wen threw away the Blood River Sword and tidied up his clothes.
The Plague Spirit's lips curled upwards; his ninety-one-year-long aspiration was finally realized.
As the main body, the Plague Spirit might not have felt much, perhaps only a slight emptiness occasionally. But as the severed part, the Plague Spirit had yearned to return to this body constantly.
"After we become one, we will instantly transcend boundaries and become gods. Then, we will become Spirit Realm gods, Heavenly Realm gods, and ultimately... we will replace them!"
Wen Wen sneered, "You don't even dare to speak his name, yet you talk about replacement?"
"Also, don't misunderstand. I'm not surrendering; I'm just giving up on defeating you through my own efforts..."
With that, Wen Wen stomped his foot. All the sand in the world surged upwards, making the visibility in the spiritual world approach zero. Then, Wen Wen's figure abruptly vanished.
The Plague Spirit waved his hand in anger, and all the dust settled. However, Wen Wen had disappeared.
"This world is not that big. Where can you escape to?"
Then, the Plague Spirit looked closely and discovered that Wen Wen was rapidly burrowing underground.
Sand, rock strata, and magma could not hinder Wen Wen's progress. In an instant, Wen Wen broke through the earthen layer of the spiritual world. The surroundings were now an endless black void, but Wen Wen continued to descend.
"You think this is how you escape? How foolish."
The Plague Spirit shook his head and quickly pursued him, moving much faster than Wen Wen.
When he finally saw Wen Wen, he found him quickly entering a colossal black stone palace.
The Plague Spirit shook his head and walked towards the black stone palace, speaking loudly to Wen Wen as he went.
"This place... should be the source of your power. However, from now on, this will be the source of my power."
"Will you use the peculiarity of the power source to kill me, or use the lingering spirits of the strong to drive me away?"
"But no matter which choice you make, it is incredibly foolish!"