Ultimate Master in Urban

Chapter 2048 - 2079: Either You Perish, or I Die

The trembling of their hearts made the arc of their soul's tremor become even greater.The sensation of that tremble, once transmitted, caused their hearts and minds to be absolutely drawn.

Crack.

Crack.

Crack.

In an instant, their hearts shattered at the same time, the fragmentation of their heart causing their faces to turn pale.

Their eyes became lost, unable to see the light of the future, their bodies showing signs of breaking apart.

Yet, despite this, the three of them still gritted their teeth desperately, resisting.

Using all their strength to maintain their cultivation, to keep their souls; with their current level of cultivation, as long as their souls remained, even if everything were destroyed, there was still hope for another chance.

However, if the soul dispersed.

Then no matter how strong the cultivation, it would definitely be unable to undo it, for the soul is the essence of life in this world.

As long as the soul disperses, everything will vanish with it.

As long as the soul exists, there is hope for everything.

Yet, as the pressure from the deep space grows stronger, the pressure on them also becomes more immense.

The souls hovering above their heads also began to shake.

The sense of that shaking was incredibly heavy.

It was also indescribable.

But as the arc of the shaking became larger, the fluctuations of the soul became broader, and everything above the soul was thrown into turmoil.

However, no matter how tumultuous, it was to no avail.

For the soul had already been completely rejected by that mysterious force.

This expulsion caused their bodies to face collapse as well.

In the space of a breath, the bodies of these three Lord-level cultivators completely shattered, and afterwards, the souls above their heads became solitary.

Without the body for support and without cultivation power as a shackle, the soul seemed as though it were ownerless.

At this moment, the faces within the soul turned exceedingly fearful, pale, evoking a sense of dread.

As these phenomena continued, a grand yet deathly voice intermittently echoed from above.

"Soul, come."

"Soul, come."

"Soul, come."

"Return to me."

"..."

This pervasive voice spread and caused everything in this realm to tremble.

The three solitary souls began to float upwards.

These drifting souls resembled wraiths, incessantly rising into the sky.

As these souls ascended, their faces inside struggled.

This struggle in the faces represented the despair of the three cultivators.

The soul was their final reliance.

If at this instant, the soul were to dissipate or be devoured, then countless years of cultivation would be rendered in vain, vanished into nothingness, and completely gone.

However, at this time, regardless of their struggle and fear.

The soul continued on its path to the sky, just as before.

As it reached that point, it left behind a lingering voice of unwillingness.

"Why."

"Why."

"Why."

This voice resonated from within the three souls, and the aura of those three souls completely vanished from this world.

As the soul dies, the light extinguishes, and their body, life, lifespan, cultivation, power, everything turns to void.

When all had disappeared in this way, only one figure remained in this world.

And that figure was Ye Feng.

At this moment, Ye Feng's body was covered in blood, his eyes contracted tightly.

With a sullen gaze looking forward, countless killing intents manifested. As these killing intents appeared, even the starry sky trembled.

The blood within his body surged out like water drops, and the soul deep in his mind was subjected to powerful suppression and expulsion.

This feeling of suppression and expulsion grew stronger with time.

Even his body showed signs of collapse.

As this trend spread, Ye Feng's body underwent earth-shattering changes.

With a sinister face, gritting his teeth, and deeply furrowed brows, all his expressions turned fiercer and more chilling.

The crisis Ye Feng faced at this moment was no less than any before.

Because of the severity of these crises, Ye Feng dared not slacken for even a moment.

For he understood clearly, if the soul dispersed, if the soul were truly expelled, he would surely die here.

All he had done, all he had cultivated over the years, would become another's garment.

All these things made Ye Feng highly unwilling.

And made him not dare to neglect in the slightest.

As the pressure of majesty and the sense of expulsion grew stronger, a spark shone in Ye Feng's mind.

"If your cultivation is below mine, you shall never walk out of here alive. You want me dead, I'll drag you to death with me; I'll let you join me in death, make you my burial companions,"

Shortly before his death, the Red-clothed Cultivator shouted these words, which now reverberated in Ye Feng's mind.

As these words spread, Ye Feng's head buzzed, and a grim thought quickly emerged in his mind.

He bit down, muttering in a low voice.

"Since I began cultivating, I've faced countless life-and-death trials, gained and lost immeasurably. If I am to die, it will be on my own terms, no one can strip me of my life."

"My soul is my essence; I don't care if you're a Death Spirit or who you are, you have no right to take my soul. If you wish to take it, fight me; either you die, or I perish."