214: Chapter 214 Return from Hell

The wind dispersed. The thunder ceased.

This world, originally filled with roaring and whistling sounds, was now left in absolute silence.

The boundless sea of clouds and the rolling mountains had completely vanished.

Lei Wanjun still maintained his final clenched-fist posture, his chest heaving heavily, like a rusty bellows being pulled.

At this moment, just standing without collapsing had already exhausted all his strength.

I don't know whether to call it lucky or unfortunate; he had fought those two for a long time, and he had underestimated the consumption of using a Domain in an otherworldly realm with sparse Spiritual Qi.

The Power of Heaven and Earth consumed within the Domain was even greater than he had imagined.

It was precisely because of this that the burning of his Origin was not thorough enough, so he did not die and vanish on the spot.

This space had become empty, leaving only a heart-quaking void, no longer as vast and boundless as before.

Instead, one could clearly see the boundaries with the naked eye.

At its edges, hideous cracks were spreading rapidly.

This was the precursor to the collapse of the Divine Ability Domain.

A tall, sturdy figure suddenly appeared on the empty ground at the edge.

His body was covered in wounds, and his consciousness was in a coma.

This person was none other than Han Ping; after being thrown onto the ground by Aaron, he had been pulled into Lei Wanjun's Domain along with them.

When a Divine Ability Domain is first deployed, the caster can use their own will to control the location of those caught within it at will.

Although he didn't know the identity of this person, the enemy of an enemy is a friend.

In order to be able to strike more unscrupulously, the moment he deployed the Domain and pulled Han Ping in, Lei Wanjun moved him to a place far away from their battlefield.

But now the Power of Heaven and Earth within the Domain was exhausted, the world was about to disintegrate, and space began to collapse, tending toward its actual size in reality.

Han Ping then appeared here.

But Lei Wanjun had no time to attend to these things; he struggled to straighten his body, staring fixedly at the front, which was filled with spatial turbulence.

As the last trace of residual lightning faded, the disheveled figures of Aaron and Andre were revealed.

Aaron's magnificent formal wear had become tattered, his body was covered with several shocking bloodstains, and his Aura was withered; he had clearly suffered significant injuries.

And Andre's injuries were significantly more severe than Aaron's.

His left arm was already gone, a large chunk of his left abdomen had been gouged out, and the flesh at the wound was a bloody mess, with the stark white bone even visible.

His body was covered in charred marks of various sizes, emitting a pungent, burnt smell.

"To be able to force me to this point... among the Martial Artists I have fought, you are among the best."

Aaron gazed at the upright Lei Wanjun, a look of admiration involuntarily appearing in his eyes.

At that critical moment of life and death, Aaron made a decisive choice, quickly recalling the Tracking Mark within all the Transcendents' bodies, allowing his Mental Energy to surge.

Then, he exerted all his strength to cast a Word Spirit for defense, barely blocking Lei Wanjun's attack and saving both his and Andre's lives.

In stark contrast to Aaron's slightly appreciative demeanor, Andre roared, rushed toward Lei Wanjun in one step, and gripped Lei Wanjun's throat like an iron pincer, lifting him up.

"Bastard!"

Andre cursed through gritted teeth, his eyes filled with rage.

This operation was simply the first nightmare in a thousand years for him.

He had suffered setbacks one after another and was constantly severely injured.

At this moment, because of this hateful guy in front of him, he had not only exhausted the Soul power he had stored for many years but also depleted his own Soul Origin.

The immense anger made Andre treat Lei Wanjun as an outlet for his frustration.

White light surged from his right hand, and Lei Wanjun suddenly felt a powerful force pulling at his Soul, wanting to forcibly strip his Soul from his body.

"Stop!"

Aaron flashed to Andre's side and grabbed his right hand.

"I still have a use for this person."

"You're just trying to get information; if I absorb his Soul, I will know everything he knows!"

Andre, however, had been blinded by rage and completely ignored the persuasion.

He just wanted to quickly absorb Lei Wanjun's Soul to restore his own consumption.

"I just feel that he shouldn't die like this."

"Huh?"

Andre seemed to have heard the biggest joke and said incredulously:

"When you wiped out those Martial Artists back then, you used every means possible."

"Don't tell me that now, you've developed mercy for an enemy?"

Aaron was choked by this sudden counter-question from Andre and stood there stunned for a moment, a trace of confusion flashing in his eyes.

He didn't know why he wanted to stop him either.

It was just that Lei Wanjun had fought them with all his might until now, and even when he reached his wits' end, he still maintained that indomitable Aura.

This Aura vaguely touched his long-blurred memories.

It overlapped slightly with a certain figure in the depths of his memory.

But once he thought about it carefully, it could never become clear.

"Forget it, do as you please."

Aaron shook his head and slowly turned around.

Seeing this, Andre grinned, revealing a hideous smile, and the suction on the Soul in his hand increased again.

Seeming to feel it wasn't enough to vent his anger, he stared at Lei Wanjun with bloodshot eyes and said viciously:

"After I kill you, I will go and drain the Souls of everyone in this city to replenish the losses you caused me."

"All of this is your fault! If you hadn't interfered with me catching that kid, or honestly given up resistance, there wouldn't have been so much trouble!"

"And that kid you sent away, don't think he can escape!"

"I have plenty of time; no matter where he runs, as long as he is still within the Dazhou Nation, I will always have ways to find him!"

Facing Andre's words, Lei Wanjun remained calm and unruffled.

He guarded his mind and resisted Andre's suction, but he was already at the end of his rope; I fear it wouldn't be long before he could no longer resist, and his Soul would be pulled out.

"That kid... should have escaped far away by now; with his ability, it's not hard to see that staying behind would only be a burden..."

"Don't blame me for driving you away without giving you room to discuss... After all, the more of a Genius one is, the more one must know how to cherish life."

"I can't take care of anything after this... I'm a bit tired..."

As his consciousness was about to dissipate, Lei Wanjun felt his life flashing before his eyes like a revolving lantern.

To be able to become a Martial Dao Profound Saint, his own Martial Dao career in his youth was surely stunning and brilliant.

He began practicing martial arts at eight, broke through to the Qi Control Realm at fifteen, broke through to the Tiangang Realm at twenty-one, and became a Martial Arts Grandmaster in the Spirit Ascension Realm at thirty.

Afterward, he traveled and gained experience, gradually gaining fame in the Great Xia Kingdom, and at sixty, he grasped a Divine Ability, breaking through to the Tongxuan Realm and becoming a Martial Saint.

In the hundred years that followed, he rushed to the front lines of the battlefield, wiped out countless foreign races, and established the illustrious reputation of the Wind-Thunder Mystic Saint.

"Time flies so fast... My Martial Dao ends here, I suppose."

"But you want my memories? A mere secret technique to detonate the Soul, I, the Wind-Thunder Mystic Saint, am capable of it too!"

As if in a momentary burst of clarity before death, Lei Wanjun's consciousness instantly became clearer than ever, and he was able to completely resist the violent suction of Andre on his Soul for a moment.

However, just as he intended to perform the secret technique to detonate his Soul, a strange feeling surged into his heart.

"Someone is invading my Domain from the outside? This Aura is..."

A storm surged in Lei Wanjun's heart, and a look of disbelief appeared on his face.

Although his Domain was currently in a state of gradual disintegration, the shell of the Domain was still in an intact state.

To forcibly invade his Domain from the outside, one would at least have to be a Martial Saint to be able to do so.

But the intruder he perceived through his connection with the Domain had an Aura that was very similar to Chen Moxuan!

"How is this possible?!"

"Crack."

The boundary at the top shattered, and countless tiny black fragments scattered, dispelling Lei Wanjun's suspicion.

A white-haired youth covered in blood, like a demon god returning from Hell, descended along with the fragments, his whole body emitting a chilling Evil Qi.

"Take your hand... away!"

He suddenly concentrated his strength and slashed down with a palm blade through the air, crossing space and slicing directly across Andre's only remaining right arm.

Before Andre could react, the arm that had been gripping Lei Wanjun had already slid off naturally, the cross-section smooth and neat, as if it had been instantly severed by the sharpest sword.

Blood, like a bursting flood, immediately gushed out from the severed arm.

"Ah!!!"

Andre let out a heart-wrenching scream.