The Soul Law Spirit begged loudly for mercy, clinging to that unrealistic hope as he pleaded for Yang Lingrui's forgiveness.
After such a contest, he naturally knew just how ruthless this Azure Waves fate official, who had proved the Dao through slaughter, was. He also knew that there was a ninety-nine percent chance his plea for mercy would achieve nothing.
Yet in his present circumstances, this was the only thing he could do.
With a heart almost steeped in despair, the Soul Law Spirit shut away all awareness and senses, waiting for death and annihilation to descend.
But as time trickled by, that long saber still did not fall.
The Soul Law Spirit opened his eyes in surprise and confusion, only to see that the Ghost-Head Long Saber, brimming with savage might, had stopped a hair's breadth before him.
At that moment, both he and Yang Lingrui were locked in an eerie state of stillness. They had also left the world of wind and snow and arrived upon a stretch of dead-silent gray earth.
Not far to their side lay a bottomless rift, with the opposite side roughly seven or eight zhang away.
When the Soul Law Spirit extended his awareness to investigate, he saw strands of brownish withered vines wound tightly around Yang Lingrui's body.
It was precisely these withered vines that had blocked Yang Lingrui's strike.
From those vines, the Soul Law Spirit also sensed an aura that was somewhat familiar, yet somewhat strange.
He quickly realized that this was once again that supreme great power descending to save his life.
And now, so long as Yang Lingrui remained in this state, then by the time the Myriad Corpses Demon Lord successfully ascended the steps in the Sea of Corpse Souls, he would no longer have any chance