I Can Accumulate Proficiency, Starting from Alchemy

Chapter 263 - 177: Substitute Death Witchcraft

Chapter 263: Chapter 177: Substitute Death Witchcraft

Translator: 549690339

Hovering in midair, Han Yi’s blank gaze suddenly changed, as a chilly gleam jumped out of his eyes.

In an instant, his figure flickered, and the Soul Breaking Pill he was about to put in his mouth only touched an afterimage.

Not good.

The three surrounding him had their hearts pounding.

In a blink of an eye, the bearded burly man threw his wide and thick black knife. Instead of slashing, the knife gently swayed, creating dozens of blade shadows that fell from the air, trapping Han Yi within a ten-meter radius.

Blade lights flashed incessantly, turning into barriers of blade shadows.

However, Han Yi was even faster.

When his Divine Soul transformed into the tower in the Sea of Consciousness, he had already escaped and, in just a split second, knew what he should do.

The other two Foundation Building Middle Level cultivators were secondary; the most important one was the mysterious woman in the black robe.

Just by reaching out her hand, his Divine Soul had plunged into a state of confusion.

This looked very much like a Soul Skill.

However, Han Yi knew it wasn’t a Soul Skill. He had also learned about the world’s techniques beforehand, and only one thing could target the Divine Soul so silently and effectively without being a Soul Skill.

The witchcraft of the Southern Border.

This kind of witchcraft was different from the orthodox witchcraft practiced by the primitive Human Clan tribes in the Facing Reality Heavenly Realm, which revered the Witch God and harnessed the power of witchcraft.

In the Southern Border, they called it witchcraft as well; however, they worshipped Evil Gods instead of Witch Gods.

Cultivators who walked out of the Southern Border with the ability to use witchcraft were referred to by another name.

Evil witches.

Every evil witch was a nightmare for ordinary cultivators, as they never knew what sinister witchcraft they would wield. They could lose their lives silently and without warning.

The woman in the black robe before them was undoubtedly an evil witch.

Having confirmed this, Han Yi treated her as a formidable opponent with life-and-death stakes.

When the Soul Breaking Pill was at his side, he had already dodged and moved over twenty meters, waving two fingers gently, a black light flashed out of his storage ring, shining brilliantly.

Black light broken sword.

At the same time.

In the Sea of Consciousness Space, the Ninefold Soul Tower remained undisturbed, unaffected by the strange fluctuations, no longer showing the previous state of confusion.

Just as his afterimage disappeared and the barrier of blade shadows were falling around his original position, a black light had already appeared in front of the evil witch.

Swift, swifter to the extreme, it appeared as a mere tremor, like a suddenly-formed scratch in the void. The head and tail of this scratch appeared simultaneously, at the exact same moment.

The starting position of the scratch was three meters in front of the black-robed evil witch, while the end position was ten meters behind her.

At the same moment.

Han Yi, who appeared outside the barrier of blade shadows, felt not relief but a sense of astonishment instead.

That was because the black light broken sword’s scratch had pierced the black-robed evil witch, but the fearful intuition in his heart did not dissipate. Instead, it grew more intense.

As expected.

In midair, the evil witch covered by a black cloak suddenly trembled, turning into a wisp of black smoke. The black smoke collapsed inward and condensed, instantly transforming into a palm-sized stone figure.

Crack.

At the position of the stone figure’s head, a crack appeared out of thin air, spreading from the head down to the limbs. The entire stone figure then shattered, turning into fine sand and scattering in the wind in all directions.

At the same time the stone figure shattered.

A figure appeared a hundred meters away from the black-robed evil witch’s original position, identical to the black-robed evil witch.

Southern Border witchcraft, the Substitute Death Skill.

“Damn.”

However, this time, the voice that came out of the cloak was no longer calm but filled with resentment and intensity.

An arm emerged from the cloak, no longer delicate and white, but covered with wrinkles, as terrifying as a withered tree trunk.

Nevertheless.

This time, Han Yi was prepared. After the black-robed evil witch used the bizarre Substitute Death Skill, he did three things at the same time.

The first one.

Within the Sea of Consciousness, the Ninefold Soul Tower shook vigorously and radiated a heavy divine consciousness that not even the strange fluctuations could block, spreading out from the Soul Tower and falling on the black light broken sword that had just struck.

In an instant, the broken sword’s speed became even more powerful, reaching three times the speed of sound.

From the perspective of the black light broken sword, the air seemed to become viscous, and resistance increased. Wherever the broken sword passed, the air became tangible, ripples emanated from the center of the sword, spreading outward, forming circles of varying densities.

Boom!

As the explosion echoed, the broken sword had already reached the evil witch again.

With great force came a miracle: one sword to break all techniques.

Even if your witchcraft was unfathomable, in the face of Han Yi’s divine consciousness, it was useless.

The second thing.

Han Yi’s Light Body Technique was pushed to its limit, turning into an afterimage. With a slight flicker, he appeared next to the Yin Jiu Youth, already holding the second top-quality magical weapon.

Fire Mist Sword.

This sword was one of the top-quality magical weapons that the Xuandan Sect allowed for promoted elders to choose from at will.

However, compared to the Spirit Sword like the Green Reed Sword which Golden Core cultivators collected, and the black light broken sword that had fallen from the treasure level to the magical weapon while losing its spiritual nature, this Fire Mist Sword was just too ordinary.

Yet, at this moment.

This sword was just right, because ninety-nine percent of Han Yi’s divine consciousness had already attached to the black light broken sword, unleashing his most potent attack besides the magical treasure..