Chapter 337: Drained Dry

At this moment, Yang Haoran's vision darkened, his brain spun, and his body was barely stable.

The manifestation of the Death God was undeniably powerful. However, summoning the manifestation of the Death God was no easy task.

Given Yang Haoran's current condition, merely summoning the Death God's manifestation was already quite strenuous. Yet, not only did he summon it, but he also unleashed its formidable power.

For him, this was adding insult to injury. However, to intimidate the sloppy man, he had to maintain a facade of calmness.

Initially, when Deng Feng summoned the Death God's manifestation in the ghost building, he only utilized the sealing power of the manifestation without invoking its destructive force. One reason was that consecutively using both aspects of the manifestation would severely deplete Yin spirit power. Once his Yin spirit power was depleted, he would be at the mercy of others.

Furthermore, there was another crucial reason. Initially, he used the Death God's manifestation to deal with Zhong Siyu, with the intention of trapping rather than killing him. If he had used the destructive power of the Death God's manifestation, he feared that Zhong Siyu's soul might scatter, which was not his desired outcome.

It was due to these reasons that Deng Feng refrained from utilizing the full destructive power of the Death God's manifestation.

However, Yang Haoran's situation was different. Merely restraining the sloppy man wouldn't have a significant deterrent effect, and given his physical condition, he couldn't keep the sloppy man trapped for long.

So, he decided to mobilize the remaining Yin spirit power within him and forcefully invoke the formidable destructive power of the Death God's manifestation against the sloppy man.

He had made preparations. If his remaining Yin spirit power could last until the Death God's manifestation killed the sloppy man, that would be ideal.

If he couldn't sustain until the sloppy man was killed, then he would take another soul pill until the sloppy man was dead.

If the Yin spirit power supplied by one soul pill couldn't meet the consumption, then he would let two soul pills release pure Yin Qi simultaneously for his body to absorb. This would double the rate of Yin spirit power growth in his body, leading to a reversal of the situation.

However, he didn't need these preparations because before his Yin spirit power was completely depleted, the sloppy man couldn't withstand it and decisively chose to flee.

After the sloppy man fled, Yang Haoran's Yin spirit power was insufficient to maintain the Death God's manifestation. Before the palm could even land successfully, it dissipated into thin air.

Due to excessive depletion of Yin spirit power, coupled with existing injuries, his physical condition was now very poor.

The Waning Moon overhead shattered thunderously at this moment, dissolving into Yin Qi.

However, Yang Haoran didn't care. As long as he wasn't dead, the Waning Moon would never disappear. Although it seemed to vanish now, it wasn't a true disappearance. The next time it was summoned, the Waning Moon would be intact as ever.

"Underworld Envoy big brother, are you alright?" came the weak voice of the serpent demon from behind.

Yang Haoran took a deep breath, trying to keep his body balanced, then looked at the serpent demon and asked with a bitter smile, "Do I look alright to you now?"

With these words, the serpent demon didn't know how to respond.

The pillars and peaks within the Shilin Forest Scenic Area were actually one of the methods used by the formation master to suppress malevolent spirits. They complemented the array that trapped the malevolent spirits. When the array barrier shattered, the stone forest lost its intended purpose.

The famous Shilin Forest Scenic Area in Lecheng ceased to exist with the collapse of the ancient tomb.

In a remote area within Shilin Town, a spatial crack suddenly appeared, and Yang Haoran and the serpent demon were ejected from the space rift.

Yes, they were ejected, not simply walking or being transported out.

Yang Haoran had been to this location once before. He didn't return here out of nostalgia but because his remaining Yin spirit power had been exhausted, forcing him to temporarily stay here.

As his body fell to the ground, Yang Haoran coughed violently, blood seeping from the corners of his mouth.

Ignoring the blood, he didn't attempt to get up because he simply didn't have the strength to do so.

Glancing at the serpent demon beside him, although it hadn't awakened, Yang Haoran sensed its breath, confirming that it was still alive. Only then did he retract his gaze.

After a few deep breaths, Yang Haoran lit another cigarette. Although it couldn't alleviate the intense pain coursing through his body, it provided him with some mental satisfaction.

After taking a few puffs and feeling slightly better, Yang Haoran took out his mobile phone from the independent space. Once the signal successfully reconnected, he dialed a number.

The phone rang once before being answered promptly by Master Wu.

"Boss, is everything taken care of?" Master Wu asked respectfully.

"It's done," Yang Haoran replied weakly, with a faint smile.

Hearing Yang Haoran's voice, Master Wu knew that this trip probably didn't go smoothly, as Yang Haoran sounded very weak.

"What happened? Do you need backup?" Master Wu asked immediately.

"Yes, we need it urgently. Bring a few reliable brothers with you. If possible, bring a large truck. Let our own people drive it. I don't want ordinary people to come; I'm afraid they'll be scared to death," Yang Haoran said, though Master Wu didn't inquire further about what had happened.

"Understood! Where are you right now, Boss?"

"I'll send you my coordinates via messaging app."

"Got it! Wait a moment! I'll bring the men over immediately!"