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Yang Haoran nodded with a smile, "Indeed, it\'s just luck. Otherwise, you would already be a corpse. But sometimes, to survive in this world, a bit of luck is indispensable."

Duda snorted, then, under Yang Haoran\'s gaze, he released the seal on the Death Mark Seal within him.

Having previously ingested a Death Mark Seal, the intense Yin Qi that initially erupted caused cracks to appear on his body. To prevent his body from collapsing under the powerful Yin Qi of the Death Mark Seal, he sealed it and left a gap in the seal, allowing the Yin Qi to slowly release for his own absorption and recovery.

Now, facing Yang Haoran, who had opened the heaven soul, Duda had almost depleted his spiritual power. Knowing that escape was impossible, he decided to remove the seal and confront Yang Haoran head-on.

As the seal was lifted, the Death Mark Seal within him once again released a terrifying Yin Qi. The previously healed cracks on his body reopened, and fresh blood oozed out.

Intense pain, both physical and emotional, surged through Du\'s nerves. The fluctuations of power emanating from him, which were already weakened, became stronger in this moment. Yin Qi wrapped around him, growing denser.

Yang Haoran didn\'t interrupt Duda but instead allowed him to forcibly restore his strength through the Death Mark Seal. He watched Du, his entire body covered in blood, seemingly appreciating the agony Duda was going through.

This approach intensified the sense of humiliation in Du\'s heart. Reflecting on the past, this kid in front of him was like an ant in his eyes. He had no interest in even sparing a glance at him, let alone thinking of killing him. However, in an unexpected turn of events, he had to go all out to escape from the hands of this youngster, reversing their roles completely. This shift in roles made him feel incredibly stifled.

As the power ascended and Yin Qi boiled, the power fluctuations emanating from Duda at this moment were stronger than when facing Zhong Siyu. However, the price he paid was significant—his body\'s cracks multiplied, and blood soaked his clothes. Underneath it all, his hunched body trembled violently.

With flesh and blood falling off, Du\'s appearance at this moment was terrifying. Even for a horror movie, no makeup would be needed. Laughter echoed weakly from his mouth, a laughter that was feeble yet viciously mad.

A black mist gathered above his head, rapidly expanding at a visible rate. The scent of destruction emanated from this black mist.

Yang Haoran still wore a smile. Instead of making a move, he inserted his hands into his pockets, watching Du. It seemed as though he was waiting for Duda to unleash his final move.

This method was a great humiliation for Du. As a strong individual, having his dignity trampled upon repeatedly by the opponent intensified the madness on his face, revealing a ferocious and irrational appearance.

"You\'ll pay for your arrogance!"

Duda first roared at Yang Haoran, then rapidly formed hand seals. As the seals were completed, the black mist above his head grew larger and denser.

Once the seals were finished, another roar came from his mouth.

"I offer my soul as a sacrifice! I\'ll take your dog life! Spirit summoning, Hundred Ghosts Devouring Soul!"

As the roar echoed, a wisp of white smoke detached from Du\'s body under the shroud of the black spiritual power. It merged into the overwhelming black mist above.

Du\'s eyes widened, losing their luster. The Yin Qi on the surface of his body dissipated, and there was no longer any power fluctuation. Not only did the power fluctuation vanish, but even the vitality disappeared entirely.

Instead, the black mist above his head emitted a wail of despair. Horrifying and distorted ghost faces appeared, rushing towards Yang Haoran below like a horde of unleashed beasts.

Seeing this scene, Yang Haoran slowly withdrew the smile on his face. Amidst these countless ghostly faces, he felt a unique power fluctuation—a peculiar power that seemed to forcefully extract his soul from within.

This move targeted not the target\'s physical body but their soul. Once hit, these overwhelming ghostly entities would crazily devour the target\'s soul, leaving them as an empty shell without a soul.

However, the reason Yang Haoran retracted the smile wasn\'t due to the threat of this move to him. It was because, to enhance the power of this move, Duda had actually willingly sacrificed his own soul. Having promised Zhong Siyu that Du\'s soul belonged to her, with Duda sacrificing his soul, it would be difficult to explain this to Zhong Siyu.

Du, well aware that he wouldn\'t survive today, unleashed this move with a simple purpose—to use his most powerful technique, even if he couldn\'t survive, to take Yang Haoran down with him.

If Duda had executed this move at his peak, Yang Haoran would have been wary. However, Du\'s current condition was far from his peak, and the strength he forcibly recovered through the Death Mark Seal was superficial. It had some effect, but against the present Yang Haoran, its impact was limited.

The time was too short; Duda couldn\'t absorb all the Yin Qi unleashed by the Death Mark Seal in a brief period. Moreover, the Yin Qi from the Death Mark Seal contained impurities, making the absorption not as rapid as that of pure Yin Qi. This resulted in limited recovery for Du.

"Hundred Ghosts Devouring Soul! A good name, but too bad..."

Yang Haoran shook his head gently. At this point, the ghostly faces in the front were quite close.

He didn\'t dodge or make any other moves. However, the moon wheel, which had been silently hovering beside him, transformed into a black light, rushing towards the approaching ghost faces.

In transit, the moon wheel increased in size a hundredfold, acting like an impenetrable barrier, swiftly rotating and creating a storm of power.

The ghost faces entered this power storm and were instantly torn into fragments, dissipating into points of Yin Qi!

These ghost faces were formed by the power of spirit summoning and had no consciousness of their own. Despite being continuously torn apart, it didn\'t make them fearful; they continued pouring out from the black mist.

But with the emergence of numerous ghost faces, the massive black mist rapidly contracted. The speed of this contraction was faster than when it was initially formed!

In the time it takes to smoke a cigarette, no more ghost faces spewed out of the black mist. The exhaustion of power caused the mist to dissipate under a gust of cold wind, and the moon wheel, with a humming sound, returned to its normal size beside Yang Haoran, completely unharmed.

Yang Haoran shifted his gaze back to Du\'s lifeless body, revealing his gentle smile. He then walked step by step toward Du, who remained motionless.

"My soul weapon is named Waning Moon. How about it? The power isn\'t bad, right?" Yang Haoran said as he approached Du\'s corpse, still wearing a smile.

Du\'s body remained stiff and unmoving in place, with no signs of life. However, the way Yang Haoran looked at him didn\'t resemble someone looking at a dead person.

Duda gave no response until Yang Haoran reached his side; there was still no change.

Observing Duda from head to toe, Yang Haoran spoke with a smile, "After you sacrificed your soul, I placed a seal on your body. Though not powerful, it can still trap a soul. Due to my distrust of you, I left room for caution. Unexpectedly, you didn\'t disappoint me. You indeed played tricks on me. If I didn\'t know you a bit, I might have been fooled by you."