CHAPTER 38: CHAPTER 37: MAGIC SOUL TRANSPLANTATION

The Demon Beast Soul Stone that supported the Magic Array shattered.

The two Magic Arrays began to shake, on the brink of collapse, and the joy on Great Mage Yang’s face vanished as quickly as snow melts under the March sun.

"How could this be? Magic Soul, Ye Beiming! It was you, what have you done," it was a fall from heaven to hell in an instant.

Without the function of the Magic Array, Ye Beiming’s Magic Soul floated outside of it.

Great Mage Yang’s efforts fell short; he questioned Ye Beiming like a crazed beast with bloodshot eyes.

"Great Mage Yang, surely no one has ever told you that pigs die from stupidity, huh? Didn’t you notice that I only gave you a 195-year-old Demon Beast Soul Stone?" A mocking smile grew at the corners of Ye Beiming’s lips.

He had been poisoned by Hunter Soldiers in his quest to seize that perfectly aged soul stone.

Yun Sheng was thunderstruck by this dramatic turn of events.

Could this get any more black-hearted?

Truly worthy of the name Ye Huli (Night Fox).

A fox is still a fox, even in front of villains, still very much a crafty fox.

Swapping a 195-year-old Demon Beast Soul Stone for a 200-year-old one? The two stones looked nearly identical, but in terms of Magic Elemental Power, those five years meant a whole Rank difference.

No wonder Great Mage Yang failed at the very moment of success.

"Ye Beiming, you have a truly poisonous mind, but do you think without the Magic Array I can’t obtain your Magic Soul?" Great Mage Yang’s eyes were brimming with madness as he let out a sinister laugh.

He slowly put down the Magic Wand in his hand and tore open the Mage Robe he was wearing.

His skin was sickly pale, as if it had not seen sunlight for a long time, and on his chest, there was a tattoo-like Magic Array.

Seeing that Magic Array, Yun Sheng felt his scalp tingle.

Yang Shuo began to chant, and with his sharp nails, he cut into the skin on his body.

Blood surged into the Magic Array, activating it. A demon resembling a Yaksha with flaming hair, standing tens of feet tall, with a fierce green face and fangs, slowly emerged from Yang Shuo’s chest.

It looked as if another head had grown out of Yang Shuo’s body, appearing utterly terrifying.

As the Yaksha materialized, Yang Shuo’s already nearly depleted Magic Power burst forth like a flood bursting a dam.

Countless Zi-colored, centipede-like Thunders crawled from all directions.

"Run straight ahead, keep going until you see the exit, and don’t look back," Ye Beiming swiftly retracted a portion of his Magic Soul Power as he chanted.

Truly a Magic genius proficient in all elements, even without a Magic Wand, Ye Beiming quickly formed a Lu-colored Wind Element Organ Bird.

The bird looked incredibly lifelike, hardly resembling something created by Magic Mimicry.

With a loud cry, it took Yun Sheng onto its back.

He knew all too well Yang Shuo’s nature, a man who never gives up until his goal is achieved and is bound to seek furious revenge upon realizing he’s been tricked.

"What about you?" Yun Sheng, having witnessed the evil Dark Magic, shivered with fear.

Ye Beiming did not answer.

Perhaps for him, life and death were no longer important.

Yun Sheng didn’t know why he was always so cold to others, but one thing was certain—something must have happened to Ye Beiming.

"If we’re leaving, we leave together," Yun Sheng feigned a move to jump down from the Organ Bird.

Ye Beiming was momentarily stunned, feeling a slight warmth in his heart.

"Escape? Where can you escape to," beneath the feet of the Organ Bird, a giant Purple Electric Centipede climbed up, Great Mage Yang had long determined that Yun Sheng would be the best bait to constrain Ye Beiming, so how could he allow Yun Sheng to leave easily.

"Zzzt--" The Purple Electric Centipede was pinned to the ground, the Magic Elements immediately dissipating.

Yun Sheng had several Bone Needles appear in her hand, shooting abruptly towards Great Mage Yang’s hands, causing him to step back a few steps from the pain.

"Naughty girl, don’t underestimate the strength of a Mage," Great Mage Yang chanted, a white Healing light emerged, and the wound on his hand was restored to its original state.

Damn Light Element Magic, Yun Sheng cursed.

Whether it’s in a one-on-one battle or in team combat, fighting against a Light Mage or a team with a Light Mage is always tricky.

It means that you have to face the opponent’s persistent Life Force, tough as cockroaches.

"He has used Taboo Magic; his flesh will soon be consumed. He won’t last much longer. Quick, leave," Ye Beiming ordered the Organ Bird to take Yun Sheng away.

The Organ Bird flapped its beautiful green wings, charging towards the other end of the cave.

Watching Yun Sheng leave, Ye Beiming breathed a sigh of relief.

A vicious look flashed in Yang Shuo’s turbid eyes.

"Ye Beiming, you forced my hand. I only wanted to devour your Magic Soul and make you a mere mortal, but now, it seems you don’t even have the chance to be that," Great Mage Yang stepped forward, approaching.

Ye Beiming steadied his thoughts; he drew the sharp sword at his waist, his gaze was resolute, ready for the final battle with Great Mage Yang.

"Your Magic Soul, upon possessing a massive Dark Magic Magic Soul, will be devoured by both me and the Yaksha King," Great Mage Yang’s body issued a creaking noise.

It stared at Ye Beiming’s living flesh, the Five-colored Magic Soul, saliva dripping from its mouth.

A thunderous roar shook the heavens; Yang Shuo opened his massive jaws, greedily absorbing parts of the Five-colored Magic Soul that still lingered in the cave.

As Ye Beiming’s Magic Soul was gradually devoured, the Yaksha King’s belly and body blew up like a balloon being inflated, bit by bit.

Just as five-tenths of Ye Beiming’s Magic Soul was consumed, an egg with wings descended from the sky, hitting the Yaksha King’s belly with a heavy thud.

The impact was astonishingly powerful.

Even the demonic body of the Yaksha King couldn’t withstand the Super Strength of Bobbie.

Great Mage Yang was knocked back several steps by the impact, and it took him a moment to regain his composure.

"Magic Soul--mine," Yang Shuo’s eyes bulged desperately, looking ahead, gesturing with his hands, craving the powerful Magic Soul that wasn’t his.

Ye Beiming looked at the winged egg with a peculiar expression.

Suddenly, he heard an urgent voice: "Ye Beiming, move aside, Bobbie, crush it!"

"It’s Bo Bo’s daughter!" The Bobbie was ecstatic, flapping its wings and fiercely striking the belly of Yang Shuo.

Yang Shuo’s face contorted, and with a retch, he spewed the Five-colored Magic Soul he had swallowed out.

Seizing the opportunity, Ye Beiming’s sword swept through the air like a shooting star, slicing the Yaksha Head on Yang Shuo’s chest.

The Yaksha Head rolled to the ground, and Yang Shuo’s body rapidly withered away to a dried-up skeleton, lifeless.

"Why did you come back again, just now..." The cave returned to its calm, and Ye Beiming, too, was depleted of strength. Annoyed that Yun Sheng hadn’t listened to him, about to scold her as he opened his mouth.

"Ye Beiming, your Magic Soul—" The Five-colored Magic Soul that floated around the cave enveloped Yun Sheng unknowingly and furiously surged into her body.