Before the crimson deep sea and boundless killing intent, the Abyss Walker's will met its eternal destruction.
All of this took place within Ye Chen's spiritual world.
Back in reality, the Blood Blade in Ye Chen's hand had nailed the Abyss Walker's head firmly to the grass. Its crimson tip had completely pierced through the black primal stone buried beneath black flesh and blood.
As its will was extinguished and its core shattered, the Abyss Walker's head—as well as the limbs and torso Ye Chen had severed one after another—rapidly changed from black to a bleak grayish white. At last, they turned into countless tiny gray-white particles that slowly scattered away before Ye Chen.
Thus, this battered native creature of the abyss finally met its utter end here and now, its brutal life completely ended by the young Hunter.
Watching the Abyss Walker vanish with his own eyes, Ye Chen relaxed his brow in relief. Then, as though he had been holding his breath for far too long, he began to gasp sharply.
"Phew, phew, phew."
The slaughter was over. The outcome had been decided. Intense exhaustion immediately spread through every limb and bone in Ye Chen's body, making his knees go weak. With his strength spent, he dropped to one knee on the grass with a thud.
The prolonged, high-intensity use of the Blood Spirit Art, over a hundred exchanges of close-quarters blade combat, and the struggle for control and clash of wills within the spiritual world had all exacted a tremendous toll on Ye Chen's body and mind.
This life-and-death battle against a native creature of the abyss was, beyond any doubt, the hardest battle Ye Chen had ever experienced in his life.
The excessive loss of blood and vitality left his face deathly pale, while bead-sized drops