The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron

Chapter 1608: Chapter 1705: Soul Puppet

“A Pupil Skill that affects the soul, too bad it’s useless against me.” Fang Lin said with a mocking smile, his tone brimming with derision.

Ying Tianzheng’s eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at Fang Lin, finding it utterly absurd that even though he had unexpectedly damaged Fang Lin’s soul with his Gold Soul Eye, Fang Lin shouldn’t have regained consciousness so quickly.

Yet, the reality was just so; Ying Tianzheng’s Gold Soul Eye seemed to have taken effect, but in fact, it did not harm Fang Lin in the slightest. That stunned expression was merely an act Fang Lin put on spontaneously.

The Gold Soul Eye was indeed powerful, and Ying Tianzheng often relied on this Pupil Skill to catch strong opponents off guard during battles.

But this time, he faced Fang Lin, a monster who defied all normal reasoning.

Even Dugu Nian’s Soul Beheading Skill had difficulty harming Fang Lin’s soul, let alone Ying Tianzheng’s Gold Soul Eye.

After all, following his previous life’s achievements as Pill Sovereign, Fang Lin had acquired the Pill Sovereign Soul, and in this life, while he lost everything else, he retained his memories and soul.

It could be said that while not every aspect of Fang Lin was the strongest, his soul was indeed the mightiest; no means in this world could harm Fang Lin’s soul.

“How is this possible?” Ying Tianzheng roared in fury, unable to accept it, and suddenly thrust his spear towards Fang Lin’s forehead.

With a snap, the long spear was caught by Fang Lin’s hand, leaving Ying Tianzheng unable to swing it or pull it back.

“After playing along with the Crown Prince for so long, it’s about time to let the Crown Prince understand the gap between us,” Fang Lin said cheerily, easily hurling Ying Tianzheng along with his spear flying out.

Indeed, describing the action as him sweeping them away fits perfectly.

Ying Tianzheng, along with his spear, suddenly flew backwards, his body trembling uncontrollably, barely able to hold onto his spear.

After finally stabilizing his posture and landing on the ground, Ying Tianzheng looked up only to see Fang Lin a mere step away from him.

Bang!

A punch fell, and in a rush, Ying Tianzheng swung his fist to block it, but as their fists collided, Ying Tianzheng’s arm made a cracking sound, like firecrackers going off during the common folks’ New Year celebrations.

Ying Tianzheng screamed, his face pale as he continuously retreated, his left arm hanging limply by his side, its bones shattered from his fingers to his shoulder by Fang Lin’s strike.

It didn’t end there; Fang Lin’s Heavenly Eye suddenly opened wide, an immense pressure descending like a mountain upon Ying Tianzheng’s back, making him terrifyingly heavy, forcing him to spit out a mouthful of fresh blood under the severe oppression.

Even though Ying Tianzheng desperately tried to activate his Gold Soul Eye, hoping to utilize the power of his Pupil Skill to counteract the force released by Fang Lin’s Heavenly Eye.

But it was utterly ineffective; there might have been a tiny effect, but it was negligible and meaningless.

Fear flashed through Ying Tianzheng’s heart as he finally perceived the enormity of Fang Lin’s power. If Fang Lin had begun by suppressing him with the Heavenly Eye, he probably wouldn’t have had the chance to even strike back before being defeated.

Moreover, the punch Fang Lin threw earlier, with its terrifying strength, had left Ying Tianzheng in shock, his entire arm’s bones shattered.

Clang!

The Rakshasa Spear fell to the ground, and Ying Tianzheng’s body trembled violently, as if on the verge of collapse. His body radiated black light, striving with all his might to resist the oppressive power of Fang Lin’s Heavenly Eye.

Fang Lin, observing the still-resisting Ying Tianzheng, appeared very cold. He had no fondness for the members of the Qing Nation’s royal family, and could even be said to dislike them. Even if he were to kill Ying Tianzheng on the spot, Fang Lin wouldn’t feel anything about it.

Ying Tianzheng, who was very sensitive, caught a glimpse of a trace of killing intent emanating from Fang Lin’s eyes, which made his heart tighten suddenly. His golden pupils abruptly turned black.

A pitch-black light erupted from Ying Tianzheng’s eyes, and a surge of black torrents immediately flowed towards Fang Lin.

At the same time, Ying Tianzheng managed to break free from the suppression of Fang Lin’s Heavenly Eye, grasped the Rakshasa Spear in one hand, and rapidly retreated.

The black torrent surrounded Fang Lin, turning into several pitch-dark shadows.

There were seven of these shadows, all entirely black and void of facial features. However, each shadow emitted an extremely formidable aura which was even stronger than that of Ying Tianzheng himself.

Fang Lin observed these seven black shadows, with a slight frown. These seven mysterious entities actually imposed some pressure on Fang Lin.

Ying Tianzheng never exerted any pressure on Fang Lin, while these seven ghostly black creatures somehow did.

Moreover, these seven creatures, emanating from Ying Tianzheng’s eyes, must be closely related to him.

From a distance, Ying Tianzheng watched Fang Lin and continually sneered coldly. Although he was in a very pitiful state, he had been forced to utilize his last-resort technique.

Even the members of the Qing Nation’s royal family did not know that the real reliance of the Crown Prince Ying Tianzheng were these seven black shadows.

Previously in battles, Ying Tianzheng never used this ultimate technique unless his life was critically threatened.

Now, facing the overwhelmingly powerful Fang Lin, Ying Tianzheng ultimately could no longer hide anything and had to use it in hope of turning defeat into victory.

These seven black shadows were crafted from the souls of seven mighty beings, not truly living but also not mere lost spirits.

All seven had the cultivation very near the peak of Minor Longevity, just one step away from stepping into the realm of Great Longevity, but they were turned into their current form by the last generation Old Emperor Qin using special techniques, sealed within Ying Tianzheng’s eyes.

This was Old Emperor Qin’s consideration for his grandson, as he was well aware of his grandson’s temperament. To avoid any flimsy losses, Old Emperor Qin hoped these seven soul puppet specters could save Ying Tianzheng’s life.

Sure enough, Ying Tianzheng was forced to resort to using these seven soul puppet specters.

The seven beings with the cultivation of peak Minor Longevity, and since they were crafted from souls connected to their master Ying Tianzheng’s soul, as long as Ying Tianzheng remained alive, these specters would not be destroyed and possessed the characteristics of eternal life.

Ying Tianzheng also didn’t want to reveal this last trump card, but he had no choice. Fang Lin was unexpectedly powerful, and Ying Tianzheng did not want to lose to him, nor did he want to die by his hand, so he had to try everything to defeat Fang Lin.

“Unexpectedly, His Highness the Crown Prince still has a life-saving ace up his sleeve. I just wonder if these seven creatures can really save His Highness’s life,” Fang Lin spoke, having figured out the knack of these seven soul puppet specters.

“Kill!” Ying Tianzheng didn’t pay attention to Fang Lin’s mocking words and directly commanded the seven soul puppet specters to attack.

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