Post-Mythical Era: I don't want to die in the third reincarnation-Chapter 543 - 536 Mutual Calculations

The subtle fluctuations visible through his Eye of the Great Wilderness were false; the real crisis was coming from behind him...

Boom!

Ding Huan knew his opponent's prowess, so this shot was practically unleashed with all his might.

His divine skill was expended, leaving no room for maneuver.

"Bang!"

A mist of blood exploded from Ding Huan's back, the suffocating aura of death almost choking him.

Ding Huan was well aware that what exploded in his back was a clump of Ancient Cypress fragments.

Puff!

Ding Huan spat out a blood arrow and lunged forward, the deathly aura from his back blasting through his chest, leaving a fist-sized bloody hole.

It was clear to Ding Huan: without body refining, or if not at the peak of his immortal physique...

This single hit would have turned him into countless fragments, just like the Ancient Cypress.

So powerful, the thought shot through Ding Huan's mind as two nearly tangible blade lights shot into his forehead.

The calculation of this attack left Ding Huan with almost no time to react.

Wrapped in Ancient Cypress fragments, the attack slammed into Ding Huan's back, tearing through his body and blasting him forward.

Then, two blade lights aimed directly at his forehead and throat.

It looked as if Ding Huan was walking into his own death.

Ding Huan frantically burned his essence blood, but it was all in vain.

Swish! Swish!

The two blade lights, one pierced into Ding Huan's forehead, the other through his throat.

Ding Huan desperately stopped his forward motion, forced himself to fly backward, crashing into the Spirit Array he had set up, shattering it to pieces.

What a cunning guy, Ding Huan frantically operated the Great Universe Technique and the Nirvana Technique to repair his body.

At the same time, he summoned the Cosmic Pot.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Clumps of Ancient Cypress fragments that had blasted a blood hole in his body now struck the Cosmic Pot, splattering death aura all around.

Ding Huan collapsed to the ground, working to heal himself while secretly feeling terrified.

The blade light that entered his forehead was merely a Divine Thought Stab. If not for his starry sky Sea of Consciousness, his Sea of Consciousness would have collapsed.

If not for his peak immortal physique body, he would have died as well.

Also, if not for the Cosmic Pot shielding him from that dense Ancient Cypress fragment attack, he would have been dead too.

Was this truly just a wisp of soul thoughts?

Ding Huan was internally shocked.

Even if he had brought Ji Luo, it would have been challenging to gain the upper hand.

He had impulsively rushed back to Earth, hoping to deal with this residual soul alone, which was simply wishful thinking.

Fortunately, Ji Luo was shrewd and had not revealed himself during those fatal attacks.

Ding Huan was acutely aware that even if Ji Luo had emerged, it wouldn't have solved the problem.

Perhaps sensing the strength of Ding Huan's Cosmic Pot, the dense Ancient Cypress fragment attacks finally ceased.

Ding Huan's injuries healed rapidly, his formidable regenerative abilities, and powerful physique paying off at this moment.

Anyone else would have met their end.

But he was still alive.

Ding Huan took a deep breath, understanding that the path of stealth was no longer viable.

If he hadn't ambushed the opponent initially, his injuries would have been more severe.

This residual soul not only had immense power and unmatched caution but seemed to have calculated everything to the utmost degree, being extraordinarily crafty.

Ding Huan hid within the Cosmic Pot, attempting to calm himself.

He had underestimated the strength of this residual soul and its tactical prowess.

Yet, its weakness was equally apparent.

This residual soul seemed unable to stray far from the Ancient Cypress, though he had blasted it to fragments with one shot.

The lethal momentum of his shot was concentrated at one point, targeting the residual soul's consciousness.

Thus, the extensive root system of the Ancient Cypress remained intact.

The residual soul must be hiding within the roots, even though his Eye of the Great Wilderness couldn't detect it.

The distribution of attack power further convinced Ding Huan that his judgment was correct.

The ambush from behind may have blasted a hole through his body, but it was weaker compared to the blade lights targeting his forehead and throat.

Ding Huan coughed a few times, though his throat wound healed quickly, the lingering Dao Rhythm's aura continued to expand the injury.

The Great Universe Technique proved its worth once again.

No matter how potent the Death Dao Rhythm lingering in his wound, it was continuously weakened and dissolved by the Great Universe Technique.

Ding Huan's gaze fell on the distant roots of the Ancient Cypress Tree.

At this moment, Ding Huan was certain that with his current cultivation, it would be nearly impossible to pinpoint the opponent's exact hiding spot.

The opponent's understanding of Great Dao rules and mastery of divine skills far surpassed his own.

Even the opponent's dueling strategies were more seasoned.

After this battle, Ding Huan resolved to study this opponent's tactics thoroughly.

Aside from anything else, the opponent's familiarity with the Tian Gang Daoist Skill allowed them to disguise as a mere piece of tree bark, making them undetectable.

Even if it was just a residual soul, its transfiguration into tree fragments perfectly synchronized with the surrounding environment.

Outsmarting this old fox once was already fortunate; tricking him twice seemed nearly impossible.

Therefore, a direct confrontation was necessary.

Each would rely on their own skills to duel, without attempting to deceive the other.

Ding Huan didn't hesitate to summon the Void Flames and withdrew the Cosmic Pot.

The next moment, the Void Flames completely enveloped the entire space.

The Void Flames not only shrouded the entire area but also raged within his Dantian, meridians, and Sea of Consciousness.

Since there was no Dao Vein, Ding Huan decisively burned two supreme-grade Immortal Spirit Veins.

Having no other way to engage in direct combat, he chose the simplest method, burning everything inch by inch.

Last time, he had subdued the leather scroll's Daoist thoughts using this exact method.

This residual soul's fighting capabilities were certainly superior to the leather scroll's Daoist thoughts, but its endurance was undoubtedly less tenacious.

A distant array flag formed by Ji Luo was equally anxious. He hadn't expected the residual soul to be this formidable as Ding Huan described.

But it made sense since even a wisp of soul thoughts from Ancient Demon Gods couldn't be weak.

Witnessing Ding Huan continuously being severely injured filled him with despair.

The severity of such wounds would have been fatal to him, let alone restoring combat strength.

Before he could react, Ding Huan had already recovered his combat abilities. Not only that, but he also employed the simplest method—engulfing the entire cypress tree's space with flames.

Ji Luo felt waves of frustration.

This residual soul, terrifying as it was, couldn't outmatch Ding Huan's resilience.

Even in such dire circumstances, Ding Huan could still make a move and devise a simple solution against the residual soul.

The residual soul's greatest fear was fire. This all-encompassing flame coverage left it with nowhere to hide.

It was Ji Luo's turn now.

In matters of immortality, Ji Luo was inexplicably nervous; he couldn't let the residual soul escape.

Otherwise, not only would Ding Huan mock him, but the residual soul wouldn't let matters rest either.

A faint shadow darted out from the edge of the tree roots, rushing toward the periphery.

Ding Huan unhesitatingly summoned the Reincarnation Spear, not chasing the residual soul but instead attacking the surrounding air.

During this short duel with the residual soul, Ding Huan had suffered repeatedly.

Now, he understood better than anyone about the residual soul's terrifying vindictiveness and ingenuity.

He didn't believe that after suffering significant losses, the residual soul would flee, sparing him.

If the residual soul pretended to escape, only to turn back and confront him, he would be in trouble, suffering once more.

The residual soul calculated battlefield dynamics, while Ding Huan calculated the residual soul's mentality.

Even if he judged incorrectly, it didn't matter—he still had Ji Luo.

Ji Luo claimed to have once been a Saint; it was time to see if that was true.

Thus, Ding Huan not only launched his spear but also unleashed the Bone Devouring Poison.

The spear's momentum heightened, gathering the killing aura.

This strike encompassed Ding Huan's Great Dao thoughts, embodying an entire world in this thrust.

The violent killing aura was concentrated at a single point.

He couldn't let the killing intent scatter nor breach the space before him.

If the killing intent spread, the Earth might collapse.

Should the killing intent breach the spear's confined space, it would tear apart the realm before him.

Boom!

The killing aura struck the residual soul.

One strike, one world; the spear passed, obliterating all.

The residual soul finally emitted a harrowing scream.

For the first time, this residual soul cried out in pain, something it hadn't done during Ding Huan's earlier ambushes.

This revealed that the residual soul was far more severely injured.

Ding Huan breathed a sigh of relief, having anticipated the residual soul's treachery.

Old fox, planning so meticulously? Now taste Mr. Huan's wash water.

The residual soul had presumed Ding Huan would pursue, so it abruptly turned back to confront him.

Unexpectedly, Ding Huan hadn't pursued but instead unleashed a killing divine ability upon the air, causing the residual soul to fall into his trap.

The residual soul transformed into a shadow, darting into the distance, genuinely intending to flee this time.

Ding Huan was certain that escaping would severely harm the residual soul; otherwise, it wouldn't have stayed near the Ancient Cypress for so long.

However, this was no longer his concern. After inflicting new injuries on the residual soul, he did not relent but raised the Dusk Drum.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

The Dusk Drum emitted deep, resonant beats, filling the space engulfed by the Void Flames, spreading unease.

One of Ding Huan's trump cards, the realm divine power, Dusk Drum Soul Burial.

His Dusk Drum Soul Burial would surely have a special effect against the residual soul.

With the first drumbeat, the brutal space transformed into a scene of the sunset over the mountains.

Amidst the fading twilight on the mountains' edge, lingering drumbeats resonated in the air.

A sense of serenity pervaded.

A startled bird took flight, vanishing into the forest, while the sunset slowly descended, with only the shadow of the pines standing as a testament.

The badly shattered Ancient Cypress struck by Ding Huan's spear evoked a sense of profound sorrow.

As this realm emerged, the residual soul's shadow solidified.

Even Ji Luo was drawn into the realm, though his complete Primordial Spirit quickly regained awareness.

As an experienced practitioner, Ji Luo knew this was the opportune moment to make his move.