bioinnovel Chapter 446 The Power of the Time-Flying Blade
Chapter 446 The Power of the Time-Flying Blade
"That was a pretty quick reaction."
Lin Hanzhou stood still, not taking a step to pursue as he had done last time.
He simply watched the frantically fleeing bolt of lightning, and suddenly two extremely eerie silver lights shone in his deep eyes.
"Since your physical body has transformed into ethereal lightning, it can be immune to the absolute freezing of time..."
"Then, where is your soul?"
call out!
Eight transparent flying needles, formed entirely from the purest divine soul power, shot out from Lin Hanzhou's eyes.
These eight soul needles did not create any ripples in the air, nor did they make any sound of cutting through the air.
Because they don't exist in the material world at all!
They traversed the dimensions of spirit and soul, completely ignoring the distance in space and Mo Linyu's violent lightning law defense, and pierced into the deepest part of that ball of lightning!
"What is that?!"
Mo Linyu, who was retreating frantically, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, and an unprecedented sense of crisis pierced the depths of his consciousness!
Although he transformed his physical body into lightning, his soul still existed and remained his core!
The moment the eight soul needles approached his sea of consciousness, Mo Linyu felt as if his soul had been placed in an ancient glacier, the bone-chilling cold making it almost impossible for him to think.
"A soul-based attack technique?! You're even proficient in this kind of secret art!"
Mo Linyu is really going crazy.
Just how many trump cards does Lin Hanzhou still have up his sleeve?
The laws of time, the laws of thunder, and now this extremely rare and insidious soul-attacking technique!
Which old monster is in disguise?!
At this moment, Mo Linyu felt as if ten thousand ancient divine mountains were pressing down on his shoulders.
His current situation is extremely desperate.
Externally, he must constantly maintain the void state of [Thunderous Void], frantically resisting the influence of the omnipresent laws of time within the hall. Even the slightest relaxation will freeze him in time once again.
Inside, he also had to devote a great deal of energy to defending against the eight invisible flying needles that were specifically designed to pierce the soul!
He had to juggle two tasks at once, and also walk on the edge of life and death.
Even the descendants of the ancient emperors were finding it difficult to cope.
"Block them!"
Mo Linyu let out an extremely mournful roar.
He bit his tongue and burned the essence of the Qilin within his body without hesitation!
boom!
Deep within his sea of consciousness, a miniature golden Qilin divine soul erupted with boundless golden light, transforming into an indestructible divine soul shield that firmly blocked the inevitable path of the eight soul needles.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! ...
A series of dense, soul-level collision sounds exploded in Mo Linyu's mind.
Each collision felt like someone was hitting Mo Linyu hard in the head with a giant hammer.
Blood is flowing from all seven orifices!
Although it was in a state of thunder, a dazzling crimson still seeped out from the ethereal light.
His soul was violently shaking, his consciousness began to blur, and the soul shield formed from his primordial blood essence was also covered with dense cracks under the continuous attack of the eight soul needles.
"Hold on... I have to hold on..."
"If we can withstand this wave... his spiritual power will definitely be greatly depleted..."
Mo Linyu screamed wildly in his heart, relying on his extremely tenacious will to survive to stubbornly hold on.
Finally, after an unknown period of stalemate, a crisp "crack" sounded.
The shield of the soul shattered with a crash.
But at the same time, the eight divine soul flying needles also exhausted their power, turning into specks of silver light and dissipating into his sea of consciousness.
"Whew...it blocked...it blocked it..."
Mo Linyu's body, which had transformed into lightning, trembled violently and reformed into a physical body.
He collapsed to his knees on the bronze floor, gasping for breath, blood gushing from his eyes, nose, and ears, making him look like a demon crawling out of hell.
He was extremely weak, but a flicker of elation at surviving a calamity flashed in his eyes.
"You can't kill me..."
"You've probably used up all your cards by now..."
"With both the laws of time and the power of the soul involved, your current condition is definitely not better than mine."
Mo Linyu raised his head, wanting to say a few harsh words, trying to regain some of the dignity of an imperial prince.
However, when he raised his head and looked at Lin Hanzhou in the distance.
What he saw was neither a frustrated expression from a failed attempt to win, nor a weak appearance from exhaustion.
What he saw was a pair of cold eyes, as if looking at a dead person.
Lin Hanzhou stood quietly in place, his hands behind his back, and he had even put away the black longsword.
Upon seeing the other party's calm demeanor, Mo Linyu's pupils dilated to their limit, and his heart seemed to stop beating at that moment.
He seemed to realize something, and suddenly looked down at his own body.
There are no wounds.
There was no bleeding.
The tattered, luxurious robe still clung to his body.
but……
Why?
Why did a feeling of unease, a hundred times stronger than when time had stopped, suddenly surge in his heart?
That unease did not come from physical pain, nor from the pressure on the soul.
Rather, it stems from an extreme fear of the annihilation of the very essence of life!
The threat of death, like an icy tide, instantly overwhelmed him.
"When...?"
Mo Linyu swallowed hard, his voice hoarse and inhuman.
Just then, he finally noticed something amiss.
Right in the center of his chest, where his heart beats.
Somehow, a knife was quietly stuck in the ground.
It was a throwing knife that was completely transparent, yet gleamed with an extremely eerie silver light.
It is only the size of a willow leaf, has no handle, and only a streamlined blade.
It did not exude any murderous aura, nor did it overflow with any fluctuations of laws.
It's like a phantom projection, quietly embedded there.
It didn't tear Mo Linyu's clothes, nor did it pierce his flesh, nor even touch his bones and heart.
It remained there illusoryly in his chest, as if in another dimension of time and space that did not intersect with reality.
"What...is this?"
Mo Linyu stretched out his trembling hands, trying to pull out the transparent throwing knife.
However, his hands passed right through the throwing knife and he didn't touch anything.
At that moment, the transparent throwing knife that had been motionless suddenly melted.
It transformed into a pool of silvery water of time, instantly seeping into every cell, every drop of blood, and every wisp of soul in Mo Linyu's body!
The next moment, an extremely terrifying scene unfolded!
Mo Linyu visibly aged.
His hair, which was originally full of endless vitality, turned gray and withered at an extremely rapid pace, starting from the roots!
In the blink of an eye, his hair turned white, like withered grass that could fall away at any moment!