Bang...
The Flower Monk and the Black-robed Daoist once again clashed with the blazing Blazing Sun True Intent, stirring up a sky full of sparks and turbulent energy currents.
The two were so shocked by Jiang Pojun's powerful counterattack that their Qi and Blood surged, and they retreated repeatedly.
"That stinky Daoist priest seems to be having a bit of a run for his money against this old man."
The Flower Monk took a breath, his carefree smile fading slightly, and muttered to the cold-blooded Black-robed Daoist beside him.
The Black-robed Daoist merely glanced coldly at the Flower Monk, his voice completely unwavering:
It's alright.
This old scoundrel is nothing but a Remnant Soul; forcibly urging power beyond the limits of his physical body will surely not last.
"We just need to keep him occupied until his Soul Power is exhausted and his Physical Body collapses."
His words were spoken calmly, yet they carried with unparalleled clarity throughout the battlefield, as if he were stating a fact rather than discussing tactics.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Pojun felt a sudden chill run down his spine.
He was already growing increasingly anxious and angry due to the prolonged siege, when it felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head.
The Black-robed Daoist succinctly revealed his greatest weakness and worry.
Are you stupid?!
The Flower Monk suddenly jumped up, pointed at the Black-robed Daoist's nose, and complained with a look of utter disappointment:
"Is such a treacherous and deadly scheme something that can be revealed in public?"
Are you afraid that old Deng won't hear you?
The Black-robed Daoist, despite being sprayed in the face with spittle by the Flower Monk, didn't even flinch. He simply said coldly, "So what if I heard something? Are you afraid of him?"
That makes sense.
The Flower Monk nodded silently.
"Hmph, since you've seen through me, don't blame me for being ruthless."
Jiang Pojun knew that he couldn't delay any longer and had to finish the battle quickly.
"Great Sun True Flame, scorching the heavens and boiling the seas, annihilate me!"
Jiang Pojun roared, and the Radiant Sun above his head suddenly collapsed inward, no longer shining brightly across a wide area, but instead condensing into pure white lines of fire that were refined to the extreme.
This is a true all-out attack, aiming to obliterate these two annoying Incarnations into dust in the shortest possible time.
At the same time, he had to completely release his control over Jiang Ling, leaving only a trace of restriction to prevent her from escaping.
The pressure on the monk and the Daoist priest suddenly increased!
They were overwhelmed by Jiang Pojun's relentless attacks, forced to defend themselves and utterly powerless to retaliate, finding themselves in dire straits.
"Look, look, it's all because of your sharp tongue."
While dodging and weaving in a sorry state, the Flower Monk still managed to complain to the Black-robed Daoist, "We're completely outmatched this time."
The Black-robed Daoist, sparing with words, said, "If you can't win, just run. What's there to be afraid of?"
"If we run away, what will happen to our main body?" the Flower Monk asked, puzzled.
"Let him die."
The Black-robed Daoist spoke concisely and to the point.
With that, he and the Flower Monk took off running.
Zhang Yu was completely bewildered. Was this my clone?
Why does it feel like it's getting less and less reliable?
Could the Divine Ability the system gave me be pirated?
Xiao Xuan and the others were dumbfounded. What the hell was going on?
While the Flower Monk and the Daoist priest appeared to be fleeing, they seemed to be intentionally or unintentionally still seducing Jiang Pojun, and were occasionally injured by Jiang Pojun.
Flower Monk wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, he transmitted his voice to Jiang Ling, who had already been released from her restraints, with a barely perceptible fluctuation of his Divine Soul:
"Are you still standing there waiting for your food?"
I fought tooth and nail with this damned Daoist priest, and it took a lot of effort to draw all of that old man's attention away, making him think we were going to wear him down and force him to give up suppressing you.
Why don't you hurry up and take this opportunity to completely merge your two Remnant Souls?
The fusion of the Divine Soul and the complementarity of the Origins result in a minimum doubling of the Soul Power.
Moreover, the fused Divine Soul will achieve perfect compatibility with this Sword Bone Body, unleashing power far exceeding its current strength.
When the time comes, dealing with that seemingly strong but actually weak old Deng, who relies entirely on explosive bursts of energy, won't it be a piece of cake?
Hurry up!
We can't hold out much longer!
All of this seemed to be a slip of the tongue by the Black-robed Daoist, but in reality, it was a deliberate scheme they had orchestrated.
"You brat!"
A sharp, urgent shriek rang out inside Zhang Lingyun's body.
I'll back down and stop forcibly devouring your Remnant Soul Obsession.
Now, immediately, release all your resistance and merge with my Divine Soul as equals.
This is our only chance to survive, and the only opportunity to save your beloved older Eldest Brother.
Jiang Ling's voice was filled with irritability and resentment, but even more so with a sense of urgency in the face of a desperate situation where she had no choice but to compromise.
Her original plan was to gradually erode and devour Zhang Lingyun's primal consciousness by becoming stronger herself, thereby perfectly controlling the Physical Body of this Mysterious Yin Sword Bone.
But now, Jiang Pojun's Great Sun Brahma Heaven is like a sword hanging over her head, ready to completely purify her at any moment.
There's no time left!
Equal integration means that the essence of their Divine Souls, memories, emotions, Obsessions... everything is forcibly mixed together on the basis of relative equality.
This will grant her perfect control over this body, instantly achieving perfect harmony between her Divine Soul and Physical Body, allowing her to unleash power far exceeding her current unstable state of Body Seizure.
But the price is that from now on, she will no longer be the pure, vengeful Vengeful Soul Jiang Ling.
Zhang Lingyun is no longer the naive, Eldest Brother girl Zhang Lingyun once was.
Make a decision quickly!
Otherwise, you, me, and your idiot Eldest Brother would all be dead here today.
Jiang Ling's voice echoed wildly in Zhang Lingyun's Sea of Consciousness.
Deep within his Sea of Consciousness, in that corner submerged by blood-red Resentment Qi and overwhelming hatred, a faint yet tenacious spark of light trembled violently the moment it heard the word "Eldest Brother."
That was Zhang Lingyun's remaining primal consciousness, compressed to its limit, like a candle flickering in the wind.
Eldest Brother... Zhang Yu...
The only person who reached out to her during her darkest and most helpless time, leading her out of the shadows and giving her warmth and support.
She recalled those brief but warm moments, and Zhang Yu's awkward yet sincere concern.
"Good!"
"I promise you, I will let go of my Obsession and merge with you."
Zhang Lingyun's consciousness carried a resolute determination to risk everything:
"But you must promise me one thing—never, never, ever hurt my Eldest Brother."
No matter what we become after the merger, no matter what happens in the future, we will never allow ourselves to do anything that would harm Zhang Yu.
Otherwise, I would rather destroy my own spiritual light now and perish together with you than let you succeed.
When Jiang Ling's Vengeful Soul spirit heard this condition, it clearly fluctuated, and a violent and instinctive sense of resistance surged up.
"Hmph, troublesome girl." Jiang Ling's Vengeful Soul snorted coldly, which was taken as tacit agreement.
The next moment--
Two completely different, even conflicting, consciousnesses, memories, and emotions began to merge in an unconventional way.
Meanwhile, on the battlefield ahead...
Jiang Pojun had already cornered Zhang Yu's two Incarnation.
"The Great Sun Burning Heavens, purifying all things!"
Endless light and heat collapsed inward, and the destructive aura locked onto the seemingly inescapable Flower Monk and Black-robed Daoist.
"Oh no, oh no, we've messed up completely."
"You stinky Daoist priest, it's all your fault!"
The Flower Monk stared at the sphere of destructive light, his face turning deathly pale.
The Black-robed Daoist remained expressionless, only gripping his dark short sword tightly, his cold eyes fixed on Jiang Pojun, ready to fight to the death.
At this critical moment, just as Jiang Pojun was about to unleash the sphere of destruction to completely annihilate the two Incarnation...
"Jiang! Po! Jun!"
A clear, cold voice, yet filled with boundless rage, suddenly came from behind.