Chapter 1665: Dead Soul

Tianjian also acted without hesitation.

His body trembled, bloodlines surging like a torrent within him. Thousands of black threads flew out from behind him, all shooting towards Jiang Fan.

This was the innate ability of their Dark Asura tribe: Puppetry!

By merely entangling an opponent, they could turn them into a puppet on strings.

A materialized immortal palace and a black sea of threads simultaneously assailed Jiang Fan.

This was the full-power strike of two Great Venerables at the Five Declines of Heaven and Man stage!

Jiang Fan's eyes also gleamed with killing intent. He firmly locked onto Liu Bianhuang and activated the Primordial Sky Prison Gourd.

Handling both of them simultaneously was enough!

However, just as he opened his mouth and loudly called out the three words "Liu Bianhuang"...

A low, mournful horn sound suddenly echoed throughout the hunting ground.

Wherever the sound passed, the world suddenly grew cold. Jiang Fan's hair stood on end uncontrollably, and he broke out in goosebumps.

Liu Bianhuang and Tianjian's expressions abruptly changed.

They hurriedly suppressed their innate abilities, not daring to attack Jiang Fan again, and fully reined in their surging auras.

Even Young Master Xiang sheathed his sword and looked around.

Yun Wanxiao, who had remained silent and still, reminded him, "Jiang Fan, quickly put away your magic artifacts and conceal all your auras."

"Don't speak, and don't make any noise."

"Otherwise, you will surely die."

He hesitated for a moment. Could they be wary of his Primordial Sky Prison Gourd and trying to trick him?

However, seeing Young Master Xiang sheath his sword, he knew it was real!

He immediately and decisively complied.

Others might resort to schemes, but Young Master Xiang wouldn't.

To be precise, he disdained such tactics.

At the same time, the White Tiger beneath him crouched down, deliberately suppressing its heavy breathing to avoid making any sound.

It extended a paw and once again drew a scythe and a skull on the ground.

Jiang Fan's heart slightly tensed.

The legendary third type of ancient dark creature?

Was it really that terrifying? Even someone as powerful as Young Master Xiang, or as arrogant as Liu Bianhuang, had ceased fighting and remained silent and still.

Weren't giants and blood demons also ancient dark creatures?

Why was this third type uniquely so dreadful?

As he pondered, Yun Wanxiao's voice suddenly echoed in his mind:

"Be careful, the third type of ancient dark creature is approaching."

Jiang Fan looked at the others and was secretly surprised to find that they hadn't noticed the telepathic message.

The methods of the Angelic Race were truly mysterious.

He attempted to reply, saying:

"Senior, what is it called?"

"Death Soul."

Yun Wanxiao's grave voice transmitted the two words.

Jiang Fan's heart chilled.

Its name alone suggested it was not to be trifled with.

He pondered and asked, "Is it more dangerous than giants and blood demons?"

Yun Wanxiao's voice grew even more solemn.

"It was so dangerous that it almost drove itself to extinction."

"Now, only a few remnants survive in the Linlang Hunting Ground and a very small number of other worlds."

Jiang Fan was puzzled.

Why would something drive itself to extinction?

Yun Wanxiao continued telepathically, "Death Souls are in a soul state, immune to all attacks outside the spiritual plane."

"Furthermore, creatures of the same realm cannot withstand a single scythe strike from it unless they master powerful soul defense techniques."

Jiang Fan gasped, drawing a cold breath.

He finally understood the terrifying nature of this dark creature!

Others couldn't harm it in the slightest, yet it could easily reap the lives of living beings!

Those who mastered soul techniques or possessed soul talents and domains were extremely rare in this world.

Most creatures, upon encountering them, were certain to die.

Yun Wanxiao slowly said:

"Over tens of thousands of years, every world invaded by Death Souls has failed to survive; all life within them was extinguished."

"And when there was no life left to harvest, the Death Souls turned on each other, eventually reaching near extinction, with only a few powerful Death Souls remaining."

Jiang Fan suddenly understood.

He thought of the Asura tribe settlements that the ancient giants raised in the Southern Heaven Realm.

Why did the giants only allow hunting once every hundred years?

It was to give them a chance to reproduce, ensuring there wouldn't be no prey left after a single hunt.

The Death Souls suffered because they were too extreme.

Yun Wanxiao stared into the distance. Amidst gusts of cold wind, an unknown shadow was cast upon the ground, making the earth as dark as ink.

His telepathic message suddenly became grave: "They're here!"

"Remember, don't make any sound!"

"The Death Souls in the hunting ground were selected from those residual souls. You can imagine how dangerous they are."

Jiang Fan's expression also became extremely solemn.

After the Death Souls' mutual slaughter, one could hardly imagine how strong those who survived would be.

At the very least, they would be at the Human Race's Five Declines of Heaven and Man stage, and possibly even reached the Sage Realm of the Human Race!!!

No wonder Young Master Xiang was on such high alert!

He put away the rebellious fellow on his shoulder, throwing it into his spatial storage device to prevent it from making any noise.

Then he looked at the White Tiger; that old scoundrel was even more afraid of death than him, so no extra warnings were needed.

Finally, there was the puppet of the Three-Crowned Asura King. Since it was a puppet, there was even less to worry about.

However, Jiang Fan did not notice that the female Asura, hidden within the black mist, had subtly shifted her gaze.

Ensuring everything was foolproof, Jiang Fan held his breath and concentrated, silently watching the strange, colossal projection in the distance.

It seemed to possess its own sentience, continuously and rapidly moving across various parts of the ground.

Snap—

Suddenly.

In a pile of rocks not far away, a powerful expert at the Three Declines of Heaven and Man, who was hiding there, accidentally dislodged a stone, creating a crisp sound.

Though far away, Jiang Fan and the others barely caught the faint sound, which was no louder than a breath.

Yet, the shadow, even further away, detected it.

The shadow, which had been shifting elsewhere, abruptly darted towards the pile of rocks.

The expert at the Three Declines of Heaven and Man was struck with terror. He quickly activated the teleportation ability of a Deification Venerable, attempting to escape disaster.

But the shadow was simply too fast.

He didn't even have time to react before the shadow enveloped the rock pile, turning the area pitch black.

A horrifying shriek abruptly ceased within the shadow.

As the shadow slowly receded, everyone's pupils contracted as they discovered that the person in the rock pile had completely lost all life.

His eyes were wide like bells, his face filled with terror, and his arms were rigidly held in front of his neck.

This was an expert at the Three Declines of Heaven and Man, yet he died in a single encounter!

Beads of cold sweat appeared on Jiang Fan's forehead, and he didn't dare breathe heavily.

Everyone else was the same, no one daring to make even the slightest sound.

Even Yun Wanxiao didn't dare to transmit messages telepathically anymore.

The world fell into a dead silence, with only that ink-black shadow moving like a phantom across the various parts of the Ancient Hunting Ground.

Occasionally, a stray Blood Demon King would inadvertently be enveloped by the shadow. Its heavy breathing and powerful heartbeat were detected by the nearby shadow, and it died on the spot.

Jiang Fan was utterly shocked.

It wasn't that staying silent guaranteed survival.

If one was accidentally covered by the shadowy cloud, it was still extremely perilous.

Fortunately, the five individuals and one tiger were all highly cautious and would certainly not make such a rudimentary mistake as creating a sound.

However, the unexpected happened.

One side of the volcano, which had been split open beneath them, finally collapsed after enduring for a long time.

With a thunderous roar, it suddenly caved in.

The monstrous roar echoed throughout the entire world.

And the shadow, which had moved to a distance, naturally noticed it.

Jiang Fan stared blankly at Young Master Xiang, who had split the volcano with his sword. At this moment, he had only one thought:

Showing off always backfires!