After all, it was no longer a living creature with flesh and blood. Its ability to recover was actually very limited.
For Lu Yang, who was alive, this was no problem.
As long as he had enough Spirit Stones in hand, he could keep wearing his opponent down like this.
At present, Lu Yang still had eight hundred or so Mid-grade Spirit Stones and several hundred Low-grade Spirit Stones. Even if he used them only to sustain this battle, they would last him three months.
As they fought, the power of that war soul gradually began to drain away, until it could barely hold on.
From the very beginning, Lu Yang had noticed the surrounding sandy ground slowly peeling away and crumbling, while the domain's boundaries kept shrinking.
Clearly, the prolonged battle had overtaxed the power stored within this domain, and it was already struggling to maintain itself.
The war soul's movements also grew slower and slower, and one spot of light after another peeled away from its body.
Following a feeling in his heart, Lu Yang reflexively caught one of the spots of light. His consciousness instantly sank into it.
In the next moment, the scene before Lu Yang changed. It was as if he had arrived in a lush, verdant mountain range.
His consciousness seemed to rise beyond his control, slowly lifting into the sky until he gradually saw the full panorama of the mountains below.
Scattered like stars across the lush mountain forests were countless villages and small towns.
Beneath the starry sky, countless ordinary people worked from sunrise to sunset, then rested through the night.
Cooking smoke curled upward, and all was peaceful and quiet.
The scene shifted. Beyond the mountains, a young man stood covered in grime, clutching a rusty hatchet as he hacked through