Am I Going to Die?

With Ji Ye at the center, a distorted spherical space rapidly expanded, enveloping both Gui Mei and the Ice-Armored Godzilla.

Gui Mei's figure was forcibly dragged into the domain.

"Damn it, what is this hellish thing?"

Gui Mei frowned slightly, attempting to break free, only to find himself unable to escape the space.

Ji Ye moved.

"First Soul Skill."

"Void: Traceless."

The Void Sword transformed into a sky full of sword shadows.

Every strike carried a spatial cutting force that ignored defenses, leaving a series of fine, dense wounds on Gui Mei's body.

"Damn it, what kind of soul skill is this?"

Gui Mei tried to grab Ji Ye's physical body, but every reach met only empty air; Ji Ye's figure kept teleporting within the domain, never stopping for a moment.

"Brat!"

Gui Mei's expression gradually changed.

Although these wounds were not deep, every sword strike dealt true damage, and the accumulation was already starting to cause him pain.

"Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul Avatar!"

Gui Mei's figure swelled violently, transforming into a massive black ghost shadow. As his Martial Soul Avatar unfolded, the space within the domain trembled violently, squeezed by a surge of berserk Soul Power.

Ji Ye felt that oppressive force, his throat turning sweet as he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Not good!"

Cracks began to appear at the edges of the domain; his Soul Power was depleting rapidly, and he could barely hold on any longer.

He turned to look at the Ice-Armored Godzilla, which had already climbed up from the ground, blood still seeping from the wounds on its back.

"We have to go, now!"

The Ice-Armored Godzilla let out a low roar, opened its mouth, bit onto Ji Ye's collar, and tossed him backward, allowing Ji Ye to mount its back.

Simultaneously, it exhaled a thick wall of ice to block Gui Mei.

Ji Ye flipped in the air, grabbed onto the Ice-Armored Godzilla's ice armor, and activated Void: Inch-Distance once more.

The two figures vanished from the spot at the very last moment.

Gui Mei punched through the ice wall, stepping out from the sky full of ice shards to look at the empty clearing.

"Heh heh heh~"

"Did you think you could run away like this?"

The cold sneer on the corner of Gui Mei's mouth froze for a moment before turning into a cold snort.

His figure transformed back into a ghost shadow, pursuing in the direction of the residual Soul Power fluctuations.

Ji Ye shuttled through the forest for over ten miles, stopping only when his Soul Power was nearly bottomed out.

He leaned against a large tree, gasping for air, a streak of dried blood still hanging from the corner of his mouth.

The Ice-Armored Godzilla lay beside him, its massive body rising and falling slightly, the wounds on its back still oozing blood.

Ji Ye reached out and touched the tip of its nose.

"Thank you."

"It's all my fault for dragging you into this."

The Ice-Armored Godzilla let out a low whimper and rested its head beside him.

It didn't know why it felt an inexplicable sense of closeness to this human.

Man and beast leaned against each other in silence, neither speaking.

However, not long after, a chilling aura suddenly drifted from the depths of the forest.

That black shadow condensed into form once again from the shadows on the ground.

Ghost Douluo's figure slowly emerged, that nauseating sneer hanging on his lips.

"You ran quite fast, but unfortunately... you can never escape this Seat's perception."

Ji Ye gritted his teeth and looked up, his pupils shrinking.

He struggled to stand, but his legs were too weak to support him; his knees buckled, and he collapsed back down.

Gui Mei walked forward slowly, looking at the boy who was now at the end of his rope, his eyes filled with the playful mockery of a cat toying with a mouse.

"Brat, you are indeed more exceptional than this Seat imagined. A four-ring Soul Ancestor capable of wounding a Title Douluo—you are the most monstrous genius this Seat has ever seen. If you were allowed to continue growing, I fear no one in the entire Douluo Continent would be your match. But unfortunately—"

"This is the end!"

Ji Ye forced himself to stand, his right hand reaching into the void once more.

The Void Sword was drawn out, its blade's glow much dimmer than before, and the spatial patterns along its edges had become blurred and indistinct.

His Soul Power was nearly bottomed out; continuing any further would mean overdrawing his very foundation.

His fourth soul ring lit up.

"Fourth Soul Skill!"

"Void Annihilation Slash!"

Ji Ye gripped the Void Sword, the light upon the blade suddenly turning as black as ink, the space along its edges beginning to shatter.

Exerting his final ounce of strength, Ji Ye swung his last strike.

A pitch-black, crescent-shaped sword beam flew toward Gui Mei, tearing the air apart wherever it passed and leaving a long, black fissure in its wake.

Gui Mei's eyes shifted slightly as he raised a hand to manifest a black Soul Power shield before him.

The sword beam collided with the shield, emitting a piercing shriek; a crack appeared in the shield, and the beam pierced right through.

Gui Mei cursed inwardly.

He dodged quickly.

Yet, the sword beam still carved a shallow wound into Gui Mei's shoulder.

Fresh blood seeped from the wound, staining his black robes dark.

Gui Mei looked down at the injury on his shoulder, his expression darkening.

He had not expected a Soul Ancestor to be capable of wounding him twice.

"...Good lad, you truly continue to surprise This Seat."

"However, this is as far as you go."

Ji Ye knelt on one knee, the Void Sword having already dissipated; his body trembled slightly, and his consciousness began to blur.

He had reached his limit.

The scent of death was right before him.

His body no longer obeyed his commands.

Having transmigrated into this world, having managed to escape from Flender, having finally secured a foothold in the Worship Hall, and having finally found the path he wished to walk—was he really going to die here like this?

To die in the schemes of that woman, Bibi Dong? To die in the depths of this forest where no one would ever know?

A self-deprecating, bitter smile tugged at the corners of Ji Ye's mouth.

I must be the fastest-dying transmigrator in history, right?!

His consciousness gradually sank, and the scene before his eyes began to blur.

Just then.

A heaven-shaking roar erupted from the depths of the distant forest.

That roar carried an indescribable, terrifying pressure, as if the entire forest were trembling.

Gui Mei's expression changed abruptly.

He turned his head toward the direction of the sound, his pupils constricting sharply.

"This aura... it's a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast! And an incredibly powerful one at that!"

Gui Mei trembled slightly; this Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast was definitely stronger than any he had ever encountered!

Moreover, that aura was approaching rapidly, carrying an undisguised pressure and a warning.

Gui Mei glanced down at the kneeling Ji Ye, then back at the rapidly approaching aura, a cold sneer curling his lips.

"It seems your luck is good; there is no need for This Seat to do it myself."

He took a few steps back, his figure melting into the shadows.

"Once you are torn to shreds by that Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, no one will ever know it was This Seat's doing."

His voice grew fainter and fainter, finally vanishing completely into the air.

Ji Ye forced himself to lift his head, looking toward the approaching aura in the distance, then turned to look at the Ice-Armored Godzilla beside him.

"You should go... don't worry about me anymore."