Chapter 1683 Burying the Spirit Body
Chapter 1683: Burying the Spirit Body Chapter 1683: Burying the Spirit Body Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation A strand of Boraka Kadeye’s hair had already turned snow-white. His life force was being drained!
He didn’t dare reveal his true form, as it would only cause more harm. His eyes were filled with cold killing intent as he accelerated, aiming to kill a banished immortal and turn the tide of the battle.
Little did he know, the three banished immortals with Braydon Neal were there to draw the firepower. Boraka was closing in—nine miles away, eight miles away, seven miles away…until he was just two miles away. His black hair had turned completely white, and there was even a hint of aging at the corners of his eyes.
He didn’t care! He knew he could recover to his peak after another nirvana, and his surging vitality would be replenished. But if he couldn’t kill Braydon, he would die today.
“We’re here!” Boraka looked like an elderly man with a face like an orange peel. He raised his hand, releasing a powerful force that landed on the banished immortal on the east. The kithara was destroyed, and the banished immortal disappeared.
Instantly, the pressure on the battlefield decreased. The formation was broken, and the pressure was greatly reduced. Even path-returning realm cultivators could finally catch their breath, let alone nirvana realm cultivators.
Boraka panted heavily. He turned his head and saw that half of his side’s experts were attacking Braydon. Everyone knew that if Braydon’s true body was killed, everything would come to an end.
Unfortunately, it would not be as he had imagined.
Swoosh! Boraka felt something was wrong. He turned around and saw a scene she would never forget. The banished immortal he had killed—a being thought to be Braydon’s clone—was now surrounded by white specks of light. The ten thousand banished immortals, though their bodies were destroyed, had their spirits intact and could be reborn.
This was the unique trait of banished immortals! Moreover, as long as Braydon was alive, he had the means to revive the fallen banished immortals.
The banished immortal was reborn. With a simple gesture, a kithara appeared in front of him, and the funeral song played once more.
Boraka, furious, wanted to attack again. However, he realized that the person in front of him had changed his tune. The kithara’s melody now spread across 90,000 miles, no longer aiming to bury, but instead summoning the corpses of demon beasts and sending out green lights.
This was the forbidden funeral song. When the funeral song played, it always led to death. But where did the life essence of the deceased go?
The final secret of the funeral song was revealed here. The more living beings it killed, the more life essence it gathered. This was Braydon’s strategy!
While the main body remained untainted by the life essence of others and kept them at a distance, the banished immortals could absorb it. In the future, even if a banished immortal became corrupted, Braydon, as the main body, could be separated from it.
Braydon had deliberately chosen the three banished immortals, treating them as expendable. Their fate was decided by the heavens. If they survived, it was God’s will; if they died, it was their fate.
This particular banished immortal had mastered the funeral song forbidden technique. Hundreds of millions of green lights surged over and entered his body, filling him with terrifying life essence.
This evoked the deepest fear in the hearts of the demons. The creator of the funeral song had been like this, fighting with experts from various races for over 300 years before dying. And now, such a creature had appeared once more!
The endless life essence energy replenished his body. Boraka fell into despair; the monster before him couldn’t be killed. A wisp of life essence from hundreds of millions of demon beasts—such terrifying life force. Even after destroying banished immortals countless times, they could still be revived.
A ball of flame appeared in Boraka’s palm—Nirvana Fire! The red flames sent chills down one’s spine. Unfortunately, before ten seconds had passed, the flames were directly weakened and extinguished by the funeral song. It was a sure-kill situation, specifically designed for them.
The sound of the funeral song surged like a tidal wave, sweeping across the entire territory and wiping out the demon beast army. Eternals decayed. Path-returning forces fell. The Nirvana Fire gradually extinguished.
Only the spirit body could be called divine. It seemed as if his physical form had transcended the mortal realm. A single drop of blood from a spirit body could extend an ordinary cultivator’s life by a hundred years. The spirit body existed above the path, and that was the most terrifying part!
A cultivator in the spirit body realm held all their power within. Even a single drop of their blood contained immense energy. When the spirit body is filled with spirit blood, it’s nearly impossible for a low-realm cultivator to counterattack after forging a spirit bone. This was because severing the spirit body was beyond their means!
Braydon’s funeral song was similar. Though the funeral song was terrifying, Braydon was still a life and death realm cultivator. With the aid of the funeral song’s power, he could continuously erode the strength of his spirit body. The power of his spirit body was weakened bit by bit.
Abaddon Haby and the other two spirit body realm experts seemed to have gone mad, fighting desperately against the five spirit body realm demons. They were old rivals, burning their lives and spirit bodies to the extreme in battle. Fierce by nature, they fought with everything they had.
The six spirit bodies of the demon race gritted their teeth but couldn’t break through to attack Braydon. The intensity of the funeral song reached new heights. Every spirit creature felt their power drain rapidly. Even their spirit bodies couldn’t resist the funeral song.
The path-returning and nirvana realm beings fared no better. Earlier, Boraka had nearly exhausted all his life force in an attempt to kill a banished immortal. Now, with the banished immortals unable to be destroyed, he had no choice but to retreat!
Boraka, having reached the 14th level of the nirvana realm, was a formidable genius of the demon race. He was determined not to die here. His future was far from limited to this moment. That’s why Boraka chose to escape!
Even if he couldn’t kill the successor of the funeral song and failed the mission, the ancestor of the nine-headed snake tribe could still protect him.
A three-eyed tiger, exuding a fierce aura, sensed Boraka’s retreat and roared, “Damn the snake tribe!
Cowardly bastards!” “Let’s go.
If we don’t leave now, we’ll all die here!” a spirit body nearby shouted, urging a retreat. If they stayed, they would be trapped here. A third of their spirit body power had already been drained by the funeral song. Could they all be doomed to die here?
The three-eyed tiger, panting heavily and filled with hatred for Braydon, turned and unleashed all its power to escape. Tens of thousands of eternal lifeforms had perished, and very few path-returning experts survived. Only their spirit bodies could leave the battlefield.
Most importantly, everyone wanted to get out. Had they asked Abaddon and the other two? The three of them were fighting with their lives. They weren’t concerned with the lower-tier eternal realm creatures; their main focus was on the demon race’s spirit bodies.
Swoosh! Abaddon launched an attack, blocking the three-eyed tiger. It could forget about escaping.
“Abaddon!” The three-eyed tiger revealed its true form, a massive creature stretching tens of thousands of miles long, its monstrous killing intent radiating outward. Both sides understood that if they didn’t eliminate their opponents, leaving the battlefield wouldn’t be possible.
But there was an old saying… “Brothers are like birds in the same forest; when disaster strikes, they fly their separate ways!” The demon race’s spirit bodies hadn’t developed a true sense of brotherhood. Two of the five demon spirit bodies immediately fled, but the remaining three were held back.
“Kill them!” Braydon ordered, his eyes closed as he spoke the command.
Swoosh!
The three banished immortals strummed their kitharas in unison. The sound of the funeral song surged from all directions. Within a 90,000-mile radius, there was no place to hide.
Abaddon, with bloodshot eyes, fought fiercely against the three-eyed tiger. As he glanced back at Braydon, it was clear he was preparing for a final farewell.