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I felt a jolt in my heart as I heard the words of the Evil God's remnant. Nervously, I looked at Dao Jing in front of me and asked, "Senior, it can't be true, can it?"
Dao Jing looked at me with calm eyes. He nodded and said, "Child, it is all true. Whether you can survive depends on your own fortune."
"Damn it, Old Man, how dare you set me up!" I cursed loudly, no longer caring about my tone. I tried desperately to throw the Soul Mask to the ground, but no matter how hard I tried, the Soul Mask clung to my hand as if glued.
What terrified me even more was that blood was continuously flowing from the wounds on my ten fingers, all of it being devoured by the Soul Mask. The Soul Mask in my hand slowly began to stain with a hint of crimson.
A flash of murderous intent crossed my eyes as I glared angrily at Dao Jing, demanding loudly, "What have you done to me, Old Man! Get this Soul Mask off me!"
Dao Jing remained calm, standing there motionless as if he hadn't heard my words. Instead, the remnant of the Evil God let out a sinister laugh, looking at me with a gloating expression. He laughed and said, "Haha! Taoist, once the ritual for refining begins, it cannot be stopped! You have only two outcomes: either you leave your mark on this Soul Mask and successfully control it; or you wait to be drained of all your blood and become a sacrifice for the Soul Mask! Haha!"
My expression darkened as I cast a resentful glance at both Dao Jing and the ghostly face of the Evil God. In a chilling tone, I said, "Old Man, and you too, demon. If I survive this time, I will definitely seek revenge on both of you!"
With that, I ran towards the outside of the Demon and Dao Battlefield, clutching the Soul Mask. The situation here was dire; I needed to find a quiet place to attempt to refine this Soul Mask and grasp that slim chance of survival.
Neither Dao Jing nor the remnant of the Evil God made any move to stop me. They quietly watched as I left their sight, showing no interest in my whereabouts because in their eyes, I was destined to be a dead man.
The remnant of the Evil God turned his gaze toward Dao Jing, letting out a disdainful laugh. "Haha! Stinky Taoist, who would have thought that in order to save your own life, you would frame an innocent person! You Taoists claim to be righteous; it's nothing but empty words!"
"Hmph! Why are you babbling so much? My affairs are none of your concern! Now that no one is bothering us, it's time to send you on your way!" With an icy snort, Dao Jing formed a Spell with his remaining right hand and charged once more at the remnant of the Evil God.
The remnant of the Evil God, already at its last gasp, had no chance to evade. It could only spit out a cloud of Eerie Aura, bracing itself against Dao Jing's Spell.
Unfortunately, Dao Jing showed no mercy. With a single strike, he shattered the Eerie Aura in front of the Evil God, then slammed his palm down on the remnants of the Evil God's soul, scattering it into oblivion.
In its final moments, the Evil God's soul wore a look of confusion as it shouted, "Impossible! Your strength can't be this weak! What have you done?"
"Your reaction is quite quick. Indeed, I currently possess only thirty percent of my previous power!" Dao Jing retracted his right hand from the Spell, exhaling deeply and calmly stating, "While inscribing the talismans on the Soul Mask, I secretly infused seventy percent of my power into it. Only then would that child have a glimmer of hope! However, that no longer concerns you!"
Upon hearing Dao Jing's explanation, the Evil God's soul twisted its expression into one of rage and shouted, "Stinky Taoist! How dare you use underhanded tricks? I refuse to accept this!"
The remnants of the Evil God’s soul flickered as it attempted to lunge at Dao Jing. Unfortunately, before it could reach him, it dissipated completely into nothingness.
Dao Jing turned to the direction I had left and muttered to himself, "Child, I can only help you this far! Whether you survive from here on depends on your own fortune!"
Shaking his head, Dao Jing's figure swayed and vanished within the Demon and Dao Battlefield. With his left arm severed and having lost seventy percent of his power, he needed time to heal and recover quickly in order to survive in the Ghost Realm.
On the other side, after exiting the Demon and Dao Battlefield, I just wanted to get as far away as possible without bothering to discern my direction. I hurriedly ran straight ahead. Unbeknownst to me, I was heading deeper into the Ghost Realm.
After walking for over ten minutes and losing too much blood, my head began to spin. I collapsed onto the ground, gasping for breath and cursing aloud, "Damn it! Why am I so unlucky!"
I glanced at the Soul Mask in my hand and noticed it was smeared with a thin layer of blood. However, the black symbols inscribed by Dao Jing were still clearly visible, giving it an eerie appearance.
I examined the Soul Mask closely but found nothing particularly special about it. Frowning deeply, I thought to myself, "How on earth can I successfully refine this Soul Mask? I need to figure it out quickly; I don't want to be drained of blood and turn into a dried corpse!"
After pondering for a while, a strange thought suddenly crossed my mind—I wanted to put the Soul Mask on my face. A fierce glint flashed in my eyes; having been pushed into a corner with no way out, I had no choice but to try this desperate measure. Perhaps there would still be a chance for survival.
"Damn it, here goes!" I gritted my teeth and put the Soul Mask on my face. A damp sensation enveloped me, and a strong metallic smell of blood pierced my nostrils. My stomach churned, and I instinctively reached up to remove the Soul Mask.
"What's going on? Why can't I take off this Soul Mask?" I tugged at the mask with all my strength, but it felt as if it had been custom-made for me, clinging tightly to my face without leaving even the slightest gap.
I pulled at it several times, but instead of removing the Soul Mask, I felt a sharp pain as if my skin were being torn. Tears streamed down my face from the agony, and I had no choice but to stop struggling.
After about a minute, the Soul Mask suddenly emitted a surge of red Evil Qi that surged into my head. A sharp pain shot through my mind, and everything went dark as I fainted.
As my body collapsed, the black talisman inscribed on the Soul Mask glowed brightly, dispersing about seventy percent of the Evil Qi in my head, which provided some relief.
Once the black talisman had done its job, it completely disintegrated and vanished from the Soul Mask.
(End of Chapter)
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