Unclear, Perhaps a Wretched Soul

More than twenty Ten Thousand Year Soul Beasts had long been waiting nearby. How could they allow Ji Wuming to escape from their jaws? Several of the closest Ten Thousand Year Soul Beasts immediately charged forward.

The Ten Thousand Year Soul Beasts would no longer treat Ji Wuming as they had treated the Thunder Dragon Fish. Now, they only wanted to quickly kill the human who had made the Thunder Dragon Fish sacrifice itself and devour him.

Countless blood blades, water blades, and powerful sonic attacks blasted toward Ji Wuming.

"Third Soul Skill, Blood Thunder Transformation into Three Thousand!"

In an instant, the once-clear sky was suddenly covered in blood-red clouds. Countless scarlet bolts of lightning formed into one Blood Thunder Spear after another.

Since Ji Wuming still needed to conserve the Soul Power in his body, he formed fewer than three thousand Blood Thunder Spears, but there were still five or six hundred of them. Like savage arrows, they shot down toward the several Ten Thousand Year Soul Beasts below.

The rain of Blood Thunder Spears filled an area over a hundred meters wide. Several Ten Thousand Year Soul Beasts at the forefront unleashed their strongest skills, knocking down one Blood Thunder Spear after another. Those that fell into the water directly transformed into twenty-five-meter-wide miniature Blood Thunder Radiation Zones.

Any Thousand-Year Soul Beast that came into contact with a Blood Thunder Radiation Zone either fell unconscious or had its beastly body shattered by the violent Thunder Power.

However, because this was a Ten Thousand Year Third Soul Skill enhanced by the First Soul Skill, those Ten Thousand Year Soul Beasts with weaker defenses were directly wounded by the Blood Thunder Battle Spears. Violent Thunder Breath Power rampaged through their bodies.

Quite a few wounded Ten Thousand Year Soul Beasts had no choice but to slow their pursuit. As blood seeped from their wounds, the dozen or so Ten Thousand Year Soul Beasts behind them, along with the Thousand-Year Soul Beasts more than three hundred meters away, swarmed them and devoured the bleeding Soul Beasts whole.

"Good chance!"

Seeing the Ten Thousand Year Soul Beasts behind him begin fighting each other, Ji Wuming hurriedly fled forward.

But in less than a minute, the internal struggle among the Soul Beasts behind him had already ended. Ten Ten Thousand Year Soul Beasts still clung close behind Ji Wuming, constantly launching water blades and leaping out of the sea in an attempt to swallow him whole.

At this moment, even more Thousand-Year and Ten Thousand Year Soul Beasts were coming toward him from four hundred meters away.

"Again? Are you people seriously not going to let me live?"

Ji Wuming felt even more despair. He immediately unleashed his Second Soul Skill, using its second and third-stage attacks to race across the waves.

At this point, having used a Ten Thousand Year Soul Skill once, Ji Wuming had already had little Soul Power left. After repeatedly using his Second Soul Skill, less than a tenth of his Soul Power remained, barely enough to maintain his steps across the waves.

Suddenly, a Fierce Bite Mad Shark leaped out directly from beneath Ji Wuming. It opened its enormous bloody maw, intending to bite him apart and swallow him in a single gulp.

Ji Wuming reacted quickly. Borrowing the force of the water and the last of his Soul Power, he leaped high into the air, swiftly evaded the Fierce Bite Mad Shark's attack, and tightly grabbed its dorsal fin. His Soul Guidance Ring sliced open his right hand, and his blood merged into the Blood Thunder Battle Spear.

With great difficulty, he raised the Blood Thunder Battle Spear in his right hand and, under the crushing pressure of the seawater as the Ten Thousand Year Soul Beast sped along, stabbed it into the Fierce Bite Mad Shark's skin.

"Roar—"

The Fierce Bite Mad Shark, which was speeding wildly in an attempt to throw Ji Wuming off, let out a series of mournful cries. Its struggles and tail movements became even more violent.

"Haahaha, it seems I, Ji Wuming, am not destined to die—"

Ji Wuming was overjoyed. Forcibly enduring the damage inflicted by the water pressure, he exerted even more force with his right hand, driving the Blood Thunder Battle Spear several inches deeper.

A massive amount of beast blood surged into the Blood Thunder Battle Spear at astonishing speed, transforming into Soul Power and replenishing Ji Wuming. Although the conversion effect was only slightly stronger, fortunately, he was absorbing the blood of a Ten Thousand Year Soul Beast.

As the Soul Power in Ji Wuming's body recovered to half, the Fierce Bite Mad Shark beneath his feet struggled less and less, leaving behind only a skin sack with a few scraps of flesh clinging to it.

He pulled out the Blood Thunder Battle Spear and kicked off. The Fierce Bite Mad Shark fell into the deep sea like a tattered scrap in the wind. Then, just as the other Soul Beasts were about to close in, Ji Wuming burst from the water.

"Third Soul Skill, Blood Thunder Transformation into Three Thousand!"

Ji Wuming once again unleashed the Ten Thousand Year Third Soul Skill that consumed an enormous amount of Soul Power. With its aid, he continuously broke through in the direction where there were fewer Soul Beasts.

Countless Sea Soul Beasts immediately pounced on Ji Wuming.

"Damn it, it'd be one thing if Ten Thousand Year Soul Beasts were chasing me, but even a mere Thousand-Year Soul Beast wants to kill me?"

Ji Wuming watched the Thousand-Year Soul Beast repeatedly leap out of the water to attack him. Seizing the right moment, he immediately activated his Second Soul Skill and forcibly killed it, then quickly drained its vital blood to replenish his depleted Soul Power.

As time gradually passed, Ji Wuming no longer knew how long he had been running or how many sea regions he had crossed. He only knew that the number of Ten Thousand Year Soul Beasts behind him was steadily increasing, impossible to shake off.

"Hopefully, a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast will show up and scare off these Sea Soul Beasts that won't leave me alone. Then I'll only need to contend with one Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast."

His hopes were beautiful, but reality was cruel. If a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast truly appeared, the two or three hundred Ten Thousand Year Soul Beasts behind him would certainly stop chasing him—but he himself would have no chance of surviving against a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.

Due to continuously using Soul Skills for so long, as well as the blood loss from his body, Ji Wuming's face was deathly pale. He was exhausted in both body and mind, and his body had been severely overdrawn.

"Could it be... could it be that I'm really going to be buried here?"

His mind gradually grew hazy. With a bang, he fell into the sea.

The Ten Thousand Year Soul Beasts that had pursued him for so long without gaining anything saw that the detestable human had finally collapsed. Like mad beasts, they swarmed toward Ji Wuming beneath the water.

However, at that very moment, a Silver Sword directly cut the nearest Ten Thousand Year Soul Beast in half at the waist. Two tall men dressed in simple animal-hide clothing jumped into the water and rescued him.

"Village Chief, this outsider is dressed almost exactly like Master Chen. Could he be a spy from Spirit Hall?"

The man had barely brought Ji Wuming onto the Bamboo Raft when he asked suspiciously.

"Unclear. Perhaps he's a wretched soul!"

The Village Chief answered Xiao Li, then looked at the vast numbers of Ten Thousand Year Soul Beasts ahead and all around them.

"Carving House!"

The Silver Sword slashed directly toward the seawater ahead. The ocean, hundreds of meters deep, was split in two by the sword aura, revealing even the scorched rocks on the seafloor.

Several Ten Thousand Year Soul Beasts along the sword's direct path were cut in half. A bloody mist filled the air and seawater, and in less than two seconds, the path through the sea closed again.

"Those Soul Beasts cut in half are all excellent food. Xiao Li, hurry and bring all that meat back. The children in the village will definitely be happy to see so much meat!"

"Okay, Village Chief!"

Xiao Li immediately led four sturdy young men to retrieve the meat. Seeing this, the many Ten Thousand Year Soul Beasts glared viciously at the Village Chief before immediately scattering and fleeing.