Am I Going to Die?

Centered on Ji Ye, a distorted spherical space rapidly unfolded, enveloping both Ghost Douluo and Ice-Armored Godzilla.

Ghost Douluo's body was forcibly dragged into the domain.

"Damn it, what the hell is this?"

Ghost Douluo frowned slightly and tried to break free, only to discover that he couldn't escape this space.

Ji Ye moved.

"First Soul Skill."

"Void: Traceless."

The Void Sword turned into countless sword images that filled the sky.

Every slash carried the power to cut through space, ignoring all defenses, leaving fine wounds across Ghost Douluo's body.

"Damn it, what kind of Soul Skill is this?"

Ghost Douluo tried to grab Ji Ye's true body, but each time he reached out, he caught nothing. Ji Ye's figure kept teleporting around the domain without stopping for a moment.

"Brat!"

Ghost Douluo's expression gradually changed.

The wounds weren't deep, but each sword strike dealt real damage. Added together, they were already causing him some pain.

"Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul Avatar!"

Ghost Douluo's body suddenly swelled, transforming into a massive black phantom. As his Martial Soul Avatar unfolded, a surge of wild Soul Power squeezed the space within the domain, making it shudder violently.

Ji Ye felt the crushing pressure. His throat turned sweet, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Not good!"

Cracks began to appear at the edges of the domain. His Soul Power was draining rapidly, and he was almost unable to hold on.

He turned to look at Ice-Armored Godzilla. The giant beast had already gotten back to its feet, blood still seeping from the wound on its back.

"We have to go!"

Ice-Armored Godzilla let out a low growl, opened its mouth, and bit down on Ji Ye's collar. It flung him onto its back, letting him ride.

At the same time, it spewed out a thick wall of ice to block Ghost Douluo.

Ji Ye flipped in midair, then grabbed Ice-Armored Godzilla's armor and activated Void: Inch-Distance once more.

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

Ghost Douluo smashed the ice wall with one punch and emerged from the shower of ice shards, staring at the empty clearing.

"Heh heh heh~"

"Did you think you could get away like that?"

The mocking smile at the corner of Ghost Douluo's mouth froze for a moment, then turned into a cold snort.

His body once again became a phantom and pursued the direction of the lingering Soul Power fluctuations.

Ji Ye darted through the forest for more than ten miles before finally stopping, his Soul Power nearly depleted.

He leaned against a large tree, gasping for breath, a smear of dried blood still at the corner of his mouth.

Ice-Armored Godzilla lay beside him, its massive body rising and falling faintly, blood still seeping from the wound on its back.

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

"Thank you."

"I'm sorry I dragged you into this."

Ice-Armored Godzilla gave a low whimper and rested its head beside him.

It didn't know why, but it felt an inexplicable closeness toward this human.

The man and beast leaned quietly together without a word.

But before long, a chilly presence suddenly emanated from deep within the forest.

That shadow once again condensed from the darkness on the ground.

Ghost Douluo's figure slowly emerged, the same sickening sneer on his lips.

"You're pretty quick, but unfortunately... you can't escape my perception."

Ji Ye gritted his teeth and raised his head, his pupils contracting sharply.

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

Ghost Douluo walked forward at an unhurried pace, looking at the boy who was already at the end of his rope, his eyes glinting with the amusement of a cat playing with a mouse.

"Brat, you really are more impressive than I expected. A Four-Ring Soul Ancestor who can wound a Titled Douluo—you're the most monstrous genius I've ever seen. If you're allowed to keep growing, I fear no one across the entire Douluo Continent will be your match. Unfortunately—"

"This is where it ends!"

Ji Ye forced himself to his feet and reached into the void once more with his right hand.

He pulled out the Void Sword. Its light was far dimmer than before, and the spatial patterns along its edge had grown indistinct.

His Soul Power was nearly gone. If he continued, he would have to start burning through his foundations.

His fourth Soul Ring lit up.

"Fourth Soul Skill!"

"Void Annihilation Slash!"

Ji Ye gripped the Void Sword. Its light abruptly turned pitch-black, and space began to fracture along its edge.

Using the last of his strength, Ji Ye swung one final slash.

A pitch-black, crescent-shaped sword arc flew toward Ghost Douluo. The air tore apart in its path, leaving behind a long black fissure.

Ghost Douluo's expression shifted slightly. He raised a hand and gathered a black Soul Power shield in front of himself.

The sword arc struck the shield with a piercing shriek. A crack split the shield, and the arc pierced through it.

Ghost Douluo's heart lurched.

He dodged at once.

But the sword arc still carved a shallow wound across Ghost Douluo's shoulder.

Blood seeped from the wound, staining his black robe.

Ghost Douluo glanced down at the wound on his shoulder, his expression darkening.

He hadn't expected a Soul Ancestor to wound him twice.

"...Well done, brat. You keep surprising me."

"But this is as far as you'll go."

Ji Ye knelt on one knee. The Void Sword had already dissipated, his body trembled, and his consciousness was beginning to blur.

He had reached his limit.

The reek of death was right before him.

His body no longer obeyed him.

He had crossed into this world, barely escaped Flender, and finally established himself in the Worship Hall. He had finally found the path he wanted to take. Was he really going to die here now?

Was he going to die because of that woman Bibi Dong's machinations? In the depths of this forest, where no one would ever know?

A self-mocking smile rose at the corner of Ji Ye's mouth.

"I might be the fastest transmigrator to die in history, right?!"

His consciousness sank lower and lower, and the scene before him began to blur.

Just then.

A heaven-shaking roar came from deep within the distant forest.

The roar carried an indescribably terrifying pressure, as if the entire forest were trembling.

Ghost Douluo's expression changed abruptly.

He turned toward the source of the sound, his pupils contracting sharply.

"That aura... a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast! And an extraordinarily powerful one!"

Ghost Douluo's heart quivered. This Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast was definitely stronger than any he had ever encountered!

Its aura was rapidly drawing closer, its pressure and warning unmistakable.

Ghost Douluo glanced down at Ji Ye kneeling on the ground, then at the approaching presence in the distance. A cold smile rose at the corner of his mouth.

"Looks like you're in luck. I won't have to finish you off myself."

He took several steps back, his figure merging with the shadows.

"Once that Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast tears you apart, no one will know I did it."

His voice faded into the distance, then vanished completely.

Ji Ye forced himself to raise his head and look toward the approaching presence. Then he turned to Ice-Armored Godzilla beside him.

"Just go... don't worry about me anymore."