I Can Accumulate Proficiency, Starting from Alchemy

However, as Han Yi retreated explosively, he wasn’t alarmed but overjoyed because his frenzied roar revealed that he was at the end of his strength, and as long as he persisted for a while longer, he could wear his opponent down to death.

This point, he was confident in.

Han Yi’s blood-red eyes exuded a fierce light.

A bloody longsword had already appeared in front of him.

This was the personal magical weapon he obtained after killing Xue He in the Stars Sea.

Obtained from the Blood God Sect, used against the Blood God Sect.

Han Yi’s body shook, he was already almost completely exhausted.

However, he still forcibly endured the excruciating pain from his Divine Soul. The blood sword’s speed was very slow, even a Qi Refining ninth-layer cultivator could dodge it.

The blood sword pointed at Yuan Changtian, who was also on the verge of death and couldn’t dodge. He forcibly collided with it.

Splash.

An arm covered in pure white flames was thrown far away.

The blood sword was also contaminated with the flames, and a moment later, it melted within the flames, and the fire was extinguished.

Han Yi fell to the ground with his face upward, but got up again.

“Again,” a thought arose in his mind.

Then, he started throwing out the magical weapons from his storage bag one by one. Each time he did, his own Divine Soul would be shaken and his injuries would worsen.

Yuan Changtian’s figure was also held back, and Han Yi took the opportunity to widen the distance. Yuan Changtian was hit by the self-destructing magical weapons, charging at Han Yi again, only for Han Yi to self-destruct another magical weapon…

This was a completely self-destructive tactic, even approaching mutual destruction. However, Han Yi chose this method in order to exhaust his opponent to death.

So, they continued to chase and flee, their speed getting slower and slower. At the end, each step felt like an immense weight, gradually approaching the edge of the farmland.

As Han Yi crossed the edge of the farmland, a tremor ran through his heart, and his storage bag was empty of magical weapons.

He felt no reluctance, already using his last remaining complete magical weapon, the Green Reed Sword, to charge up.

The weak and intermittent Divine Soul flowed into the Green Reed Sword.

The Green Reed Sword shook unsteadily, diving down towards Yuan Changtian at an angle.

According to past instances, when the Divine Soul was infused into a magical weapon, all that was needed was a heavy push to disrupt the inherent Formation or the structure of the magical tool in order to trigger the explosion.

But this time, a resistance came from the Green Reed Sword.

As Han Yi hesitated for a moment, the Green Reed Sword shot past Yuan Changtian’s almost unrecognizable head like an arrow leaving the bowstring.

The Green Reed Sword flew dozens of meters away, skewering into the ground.

However, the cyan-black Sword Tool was not melted by the flames on it. Instead, the flames were extinguished by an invisible force.

Splash.

Yuan Changtian, his head pierced, suddenly stiffened. His charging body crashed onto the farmland, turned into a burning corpse.

This sword, the straw that broke the camel’s back.

At this moment, Yuan Changtian was genuinely at the end of his life. In his blurred consciousness, he had only one obsession – to die together with his opponent.

However, in reality, apart from the obsession, even his Divine Soul was burned, leaving only a shell.

Even without this sword, he might not have been able to kill Han Yi.

The Mysterious Capital Yang Fire Talisman worked not only on the flesh but also the Divine Soul. As the head was pierced, the Divine Soul was also burned into nothingness.

Even if unwilling, all turned to ashes.

On the other side.

Han Yi was also seriously injured, barely able to move. Blood was soaking his entire body. His unresponsive right hand held the only broken sword; his vision was covered by blood, blurred and indistinguishable, and the pursuing flames were clearly visible in front of him.

At this moment, Han Yi was better off than Yuan Changtian, but still not by much. Although he was not dead, he looked close to death.

Seeing Yuan Changtian turn into a ball of flames, Han Yi did not relax. Instead, he summoned the last of his strength, and in the Sea of Consciousness Space, his Divine Soul staggered to its feet and a Soul Sword separated from it, only to tremble and disperse, rejoining the Divine Soul.

The fact that even the Soul Sword could not be condensed showed just how heavy the damage to Han Yi’s Divine Soul was.

But nevertheless, he still had to use the Divine Soul Weakening Skill in the upcoming spiritual battle, even at the cost of his life.

However, after a full ten breaths, the flames had burned Yuan Changtian’s body into ashes, but there was no sign of his Divine Soul appearing.

Han Yi didn’t dare to be careless, waiting a full stick of incense before finally letting out a sigh of relief.

The opponent’s Divine Soul was destroyed by the strange flames.

There was no need for the Divine Soul battle.

He had won this battle.

Han Yi wanted to smile but couldn’t, as blood clogged his throat. After spitting it out, he felt slightly better.

It was at this moment.

A voice came from the sky, filled with joy, and made Han Yi shudder in fear.

“It’s only fitting for this old Daoist to prosper, having found such a great disciple.”

“It’s the will of heaven for this to happen.”

“Wonderful, just wonderful..”