78: This is unscientific

Anubis froze slightly. Before he could react, he felt a Saber Qi slashing towards his neck.

“Hmph, I told you, this is useless against me!”

Due to his sensory issues, Yang Jian couldn't deliver precise strikes, so his attacks had a very wide range. The Saber Qi flew out for five or six meters, but Anubis was, after all, a god from Egyptian mythology. His strength was truly not weak, and the curved saber in his hand was also a treasure left from the time of the ancient Pharaohs. So, when Yang Jian's Saber Qi slashed over, he could rely on his immense strength and the weapon in his hand to forcefully parry the Saber Qi, then use his perception-disrupting ability to guide Yang Jian's next strike elsewhere, while he himself moved to Yang Jian's side, waiting for an opportunity to counterattack.

However, the Soul-Chasing Art was not just an empty boast.

In the heavens and on earth, any living being, whether dead or alive, as long as a soul exists, this art can easily track it.

In other words, Yang Jian finding him was almost inevitable.

Therefore, when the Saber Qi of the second strike came directly for Anubis's face, he had already foreseen this outcome.

“As long as I deflect this Saber Qi, he still can't hurt me. Hmph, it's just futile… Uh, wait… wait… What's going on? I… why can't I move? No… this isn't good, this is that art he mentioned, the one that cooperates with his Soul-Chasing Art. He can make me lose my ability to move… Damn… damn it…”

He saw Yang Jian's left hand forming a hand seal, looking at him with a half-smile, and immediately understood the whole situation.

Seventy-Two Transformations, the Body-Fixing Art!

Like the Soul-Chasing Art, this move actually targets the soul.

As long as a living being has a soul, even if it's already dead, once the hand seal is cast, it can naturally be fixed in place. This is the power of the Eight Nine Arcane Art.

Of course, the premise for these two arts to be effective is that the opponent's Realm is not higher than Yang Jian's. In other words, anyone at the same Rank as him, a Grand Unity Golden Immortal, or below, will definitely be affected.

Of course, the duration of effectiveness also varies with a person's strength and ability. For example, for Sun Wukong or the Bull Demon King, who are also proficient in the Seventy-Two Transformations, this move can only fix them for a few tenths of a second.

But, at this moment, even if it's only one-tenth of a second, it's already enough!

Whoosh!

The white Saber Qi cut directly from above his right eye to the left side of his chin, as easily as cutting tofu.

Immediately after, Anubis let out a cry of pain, and half of his head suddenly flew up, blood gushing out continuously.

This saber strike split his brain and skull entirely into two. Intense pain surged, and Anubis gasped for breath, his body transforming into a cloud of blood mist, rapidly retreating. The severed part of his body also turned into the same mist, rejoining the blood mist.

A hundred meters away, the blood mist re-formed, becoming a brand new Anubis, but at this moment, his face was extremely pale, clearly having suffered a heavy injury.

Yang Jian held his long saber diagonally, looking at Anubis and smiling, “Sorry, because of the sensory issues, it's difficult to achieve truly precise strikes. In fact, I was planning to directly lop off one of your arms… but I didn't expect to split your head! Don't worry, next time I'll be more precise!”

Anubis was furious to the extreme, but he truly didn't understand traditional Chinese Cultivation Techniques like the Eight Nine Arcane Art and Seventy-Two Transformations. He feared that the opponent had other means to deal with him, so he could only swallow this resentment for now.

There was nothing he could do; Yang Jian's strike had cut off a third of his power, as that third of his energy had all been used to repair his body.

If he didn't run now, another two such hits might truly kill him!

Can a Death God also die?

Gods are, after all, just higher-level beings, so death will still accompany them; it's just that they live longer than ordinary people.

Yang Jian attacked again, but Anubis turned and ran, his speed astonishing. However, having found a way to deal with him, how could Yang Jian let him go?

Immediately, he once again cast the Soul-Chasing and Body-Fixing Arts. As soon as Anubis turned around, his body was fixed, completely unable to move. Then, the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade in Yang Jian's hand transformed into a streak of light, piercing fiercely into Anubis's heart.

Crack!

Bang!

A flash of fire suddenly erupted, and Anubis's figure abruptly transformed into a black mist, then vanished without a trace.

Yang Jian couldn't help but frown slightly: “No, that last strike didn't hit him at all…”

Suddenly looking down, he saw that Anubis had already appeared among the hundred thousand Wolf-Head Warriors below, and in an instant, he also transformed into the appearance of a Wolf-Head Warrior, blending into the crowd.

“Oh, a Clone technique?” Yang Jian suddenly realized, “It seems this guy is difficult to deal with precisely because of the existence of these Wolf-Head Warriors… Hmm, the Holy Monk is really something, why hasn't he finished off these doggies yet?”

Anubis, with lingering fear, glanced at the sky from the corner of his eye and thought to himself: “Thankfully, this Body-Fixing Art can only fix my body, but not my mind, giving me the chance to mobilize a Wolf-Head Warrior to replace me. Otherwise, I would have died a terrible death!”

“I can't continue this. It seems Horus has already been defeated by that fellow named Nezha. I'm fighting alone and outnumbered. Facing the three of them alone, the chances of victory are slim. Unless I use an ultimate move to perish with them… But I don't want to die like this over such a small matter, that would be too worthless! I'd better leave first and report back to the Great Leader!”

Saying that, he hid among the Wolf-Head Warriors, continuously retreating.

However, during this retreat, he couldn't help but notice a strange problem.

“It seems… the Wolf-Head Warriors are getting fewer and fewer? Hmm… no, that's not right!”

Anubis suddenly realized that a bald man directly opposite him was rushing towards him with an overwhelming Aura, and along the way, any Wolf-Head Warriors blocking his path were all killed with a single punch, leaving not even a trace.

“How is this possible? If one Wolf-Head Warrior dies, two will appear. Unless they reach the peak of one hundred thousand, they should never die. Why would… wait… this guy, he actually killed through the hundred thousand mark? So the number of Wolf-Head Warriors is starting to sharply decrease?”

This incredible conclusion appeared in his mind, and Anubis's eyes almost popped out.

“Impossible!”

The moment he shouted this, Anubis felt a fist, growing from small to large, smash heavily into his nose. Numbness, soreness, and pain flooded him. As blood gushed from his nose, he couldn't help but scream: “This isn't scientific!”