Chapter 61: God's Destruction

  Yu Zitong's primordial spirit was trapped in a narrow corner, like a fly with broken wings, crashing around everywhere. Every time it tried to fly out from here, it would be forced back by a black liquid halfway, and then a deadly cold light would follow behind, occasionally chopping at the light group, weakening the green light's radiance at all times.

  He had lost all hope in his heart, the opponent's sharp sword chopping, although it made his primordial spirit much weaker, but he didn't care. What left him at a loss was that black liquid's continuous erosion.

  Since he was sprayed, he felt numb and weak on his primordial spirit, being slowly worn away the remaining magical power, more fatal is that it hindered Yu Zitong's spellcasting, causing him to repeatedly fail in casting spells, as if being sealed.

  "Why did you kill me? Why?"

  Facing Han Li's ruthless and emotionless attack, Yu Zi Tong's hoarse cries kept coming from the light sphere, his voice filled with unwillingness, but Han Li didn't make a sound, using the accelerating swing of his sharp blade as a response.

  Soon after, Yu Zitong's voice gradually lowered and became weaker and weaker, until only a faint hum was left, and then there was no movement at all.

  Han Li did not stop immediately, but instead continued to slash at the weak remnant of his opponent's soul that had fallen to the ground, its light no stronger than a candle flame. He struck over a dozen times before finally giving up and sheathing his sword, wrapping it back around his waist.

  At this time, Han Li said coldly:

  "I never collaborate with someone who swears at their own parents, let alone follow the example of Mozi and believe in a scoundrel's guarantee."

  With a cold gaze, Han Li looked at Yu Zitong's last spark of life and turned around without hesitation. He came to the stone gate and pushed open the heavy door.

  As the stone gate opened, several dazzling rays of sunlight shot in from outside, shining on the remaining yuan Shen. Suddenly, with a "poof", the weak green light flashed and disappeared, turning into several wisps of cyan smoke that vanished into thin air.

  In this way, Yu Zitong's only trace left in the world was also cleared by Han Lide, and there is no way to find out about this person again.

  Han Li knew that the Primordial Spirit feared light, thanks to Mo Da's actions of extinguishing many candles as soon as he entered the room, which served as a reminder for him. Otherwise, Han Li would have been left in a state of constant anxiety and apprehension about this last hidden danger that refused to be eliminated.

  However, Han Li easily destroyed his opponent's primordial spirit, and another tube of Seven Poison Water that he had prepared in advance was rendered useless.

  This tube is an improved version of the Five Poisons Water that was previously taken away by Mo Daifu, with a new addition of "Tǔ Gū Huā" material. This poisonous grass not only has strong toxicity to ordinary people but also greatly hinders the Yuanshen of cultivators. It's precisely because of this that Yú Zǐ Tóng has been unable to smoothly cast his spells, resulting in his Yuanshen being easily destroyed.

  Han Li used the Seven Poison Water to spray Yu Zitong's primordial spirit, which was only influenced by various legendary stories. In those stories, all kinds of demons and monsters were afraid of things like chicken blood and black dog blood. Han Li's mind moved quickly, and he treated Yu Zitong's primordial spirit as if it were a monster.

  I don't know if Yu Zi Tong's spirit in the underworld knows about this accidental yet wonderful event, and whether he would be so angry that he would spit out blood again.

  Han Li was naturally unaware of all these coincidences, he only knew that even if the poison didn't work, after he opened the door, his opponent's primordial spirit would still be destroyed without a doubt. Under such thorough consideration, he would only then ruthlessly and mercilessly strike at Yu Zitong.

  Now he has finally been freed and no longer has to live a life where someone is holding a knife to his throat, ready to flee at any moment.

  Han Li slowly walked back to the center of the stone house, standing there quietly for a moment. Suddenly, he jumped up violently, more than three feet off the ground, and let out a few loud roars from his mouth, desperately venting the joy in his heart. Only then did he truly return to himself, the nature of a sixteen-year-old boy.

  "I'm finally free!"

  "I'm finally free!"

  "I——" Suddenly, Han Li's voice was cut off like a knife, and the cheers stopped abruptly.

  A gigantic figure floating around not far outside the stone gate, flashed into his eyes, was that giant named "Tie Nu".

  Han Li's expression suddenly turned ugly, and as soon as he saw this person's shadow, he seemed to feel a dull ache on his shoulders again. He had made a big mistake, neglecting the existence of this person once more, forgetting to ask Yu Zitongyuan about the giant's origins and weaknesses.

  However, what made Han Li slightly more at ease was that the giant seemed to be completely uninterested in what was going on inside the stone house, and only wandered around outside, strictly following the warning orders of Mo Daifu before his death, without even glancing at the open stone gate.

  Han Li furrowed his brow, feeling that things were getting a bit tricky. This giant was obviously somewhat dim-witted, only knowing how to follow orders to the letter, but for Han Li, this kind of person was actually the most difficult to deal with, because he couldn't use verbal persuasion to convince him to stop fighting and make peace. And once they started exchanging blows, Han Li wasn't a match for his opponent either. The only thing that could threaten the giant was that empty tube of poisonous water.

  Han Li paced back and forth in the room, racking his brains to think of a way to defeat his opponent, but for the time being, his mind was as tangled as a mess of threads.

  Unconsciously, Han Li's gaze fell on Mo Dafu's corpse.

  He had an idea at this point.

  "Perhaps on the corpse, some method of controlling the giant can be found." Han Li couldn't help but think.

  He turned his head and took a look outside the door. The giant was still wandering around without any signs of fatigue or approaching this place.

  Han Li finally put his mind at ease, took a few steps forward and arrived in front of Mo Dafu's corpse. He stretched out both hands without hesitation and began to carefully feel around inch by inch.