Life will eventually lead to death.

As long as all things exist in the world, they will inevitably have to face the fate of destroying them, and the process of birth, existence, and destruction will appear again and again in the world. It seems to be an irreversible truth, and no exception can escape the shackles of this law.

There is no shortage of immortal species in this world, although these creatures have a much longer life cycle than humans and other creatures, and in terms of life forms, they are far more resilient than other creatures. But they are by no means immortal, and when their lives come to an end, they will also return to nothingness.

Perhaps their life cycle cannot be measured in human-defined units of time, so people tend to equate their lives with eternity. But this is wrong, because since the time when these creatures existed, there have been countless people of the same kind who have died out due to the passage of time.

This is true even for the so-called "undead" creatures, which are not truly "immortal", but are in an anomaly that is neither alive nor dead. Although these individuals are different from humans, their deaths ultimately represent a kind of "ruin".

Lizzie is trying to destroy the target in front of her.

After escaping from the dead end, Lizzie rushed to the side of the black object with a black aura like lightning. The black robe that enveloped her soul was not much different from the surroundings, but when placed with the surging darkness of the foreign object, it made people feel a piercing sense of dissonance.

-- It's like pouring a bucket of black paint into a black fabric.

Lunging, then flanking and attacking—she was already eyeing the soul of the woman who had been hanging her head. The hand covered in the cold aura stretched out from the black robe, and the five fingers were clinging to each other, and the palm of the hand stabbed straight into the back of the soul like a knife.

The most effective way to interfere with these disembodied beings of the soul is to directly influence the spirit through it. And if you want to "kill" a soul, then in addition to using effective spells, the most efficient thing is to attack directly through the soul.

Sensing the sudden aura behind him, a head with half of it missing suddenly turned in the direction where Liqi's palm stabbed it, and the darkness that hung from the woman's body poured into its lost brain, and then flowed out of its features. On the remaining half of the face, a flaming eye glared at Lizzie.

It opened its mouth wide and let out an unheaving howl: "You, who? Where ......"

Puff -

Like the sound of a balloon leaking, Lizzie's blow hit the throat of the head that was blocking the attack's trajectory. The slender fingertips did not stab into the soul in the slightest, and instantly sliced off its entire head. Even what it was saying came to an abrupt end with the blow.

Under its influence, the brains that were still muttering to themselves were like broken repeaters, repeating the words it had not been able to say. No matter how noisy the heads were, the woman in the center remained silent. She turned her head and stared in her direction with empty eyes.

A slight vibration was created in the air, which gradually expanded, and even the constant humming sound of electromagnetic interference was swept in. The vibration was only a prelude, and in an instant a violent noise like a flood hit Lizzie, and the noise seemed to burst into Lizzie's ears as if it were pouring out of the dark eyes of that soul.

Is this her counterattack?

Caught off guard, Lizzie was hit head-on by the noise, and she habitually covered her ears, and it took her moment to remember that such a pointless move was a pointless act.

The "hearing" possessed by the soul does not pass through the ears to the sensory organs like the entity, but has a more direct effect on the essence of the soul. Simply covering their ears in an attempt to block the route of transmission would not stop the sudden noise bombardment, and Lizzie's brief cringe gave them a respite.

The head that Lizzie had thrown into the air shattered into dark fragments like a mist, and then gathered after floating in the void for a while, recombining into its original shape. No one can die if their heads are cut off, and there are not many things left in this world except for the incomplete life form of the undead.

However, Lizzie's attack just now did not have an effect on him. The soul looked like it had grown back into its head, but its near-transparent color had become thinner, and fragments had begun to crumble in the outstretched arms that were at the ends of its body.

The limbs that were prostrate on the ground moved their intertwined bodies, silently retreating a few steps away to regroup. The woman's soul didn't know how to be stimulated, she leaned forward unwillingly, and the arms that had been holding her head scratched weakly in the void.

The face that was as pale and expressionless as a mask showed a distorted expression, and the eyeball-losing eye sockets opened to the greatest extent, and the deep darkness gushed out of it even more. The mouth that had been kept closed suddenly opened...... But there was no sound.

Lizzie understood why the souls around her were nagging, and she was the only one who kept her quiet - not that she didn't do it, but that she couldn't. In that gap-open mouth, there is no tongue in the storage zài. What came out of the throat was not a scream, but a mass of blood.

The deceased do not lie, but with a few exceptions, almost all souls faithfully reflect the changes in their original bodies - as for the deceased, their souls scattered in the outside world naturally appear as they were at the last moment of their lives.

What kind of cruel torture would a human being inflicted on a human being?, Lizzie stared at the silently screaming woman.

She didn't just die of blood loss from having her eyes and tongue gouged out, even if only the outline of her soul was left now, Lizzie could see the obvious scars that had been treated simply. On the contrary, it was the few pinhole marks left on her arm that kept stretching forward.

The waist and abdomen were dissected, the throat was severed, and the heart was penetrated...... The scars on the bodies of these innumerable souls together are the cause of their "death". However, there were no obvious scars on the woman's body, only many traces left by the brutal violence.

It was as if stimulated by the killing intent she ejected, and the entangled souls burst out in mourning. The fragments of Lizzie's head dissolved into debris in the darkness. Scattered debris rippled in the illusionary space, surging around.

What seems to be a powerful impact is actually a subtle impact when a soul fragment shatters. This phenomenon, which originally stored the magic power in the soul of zài, rushed out of control and rushed to the surroundings was not dangerous to human beings, even the soul would only feel a slight discomfort.

There is nothing dangerous about the shockwave, but it is not necessarily the case with other things, and the shockwave that disrupts perception is the best shelter. Almost at the same time as this "wave" rippled, Lizzie noticed that there was a breath approaching, and there was a deep malice hidden in the surging waves.

The source of the aura was more than one, starting from the nearby area, a large amount of aura emerged from the darkness and flew close to Lizzie. The remnant wall that was supposed to block the passage of the void did nothing for them, and in an instant they were close enough to touch her.

I don't know if the foreign objects in front of me that are entangled in their souls have sensed those breaths, they fell silent and pressed in the direction of Lizzie. In order to retain enough space to avoid, she had to retreat a little, while holding her breath and feeling the aura around her.

The location locked by the first breath...... Is it a foot?

The tactic of restricting the target's ability to move and then applying a pursuit is common among mercenaries against difficult monsters, and Lizzie anticipates that the enemy will be the first to attack her foothold.

Sure enough, a little light emerged from the darkness, pulling its long tail and curling it towards Lizzie's calf like a whip. However, she had already read the target of the attack this time, and immediately jumped up with both legs and flew upside down to a certain boundary, and dodged the attack with considerable leeway.

Looking down, it was a hand covered in burning cyan flames, and it was still groping forward, poking out of the dark "wall" with only half of its body remaining. It was a human soul, too, but it didn't have the slightest hint of what it had ever been human.

The attack didn't stop because of this miss. With every few steps back, an arm or leg reached out from where she had stood a moment ago, trying to stop her. After a few hurried steps, she was already some distance away from the place where she had been standing, but the limbs that were chasing after her still did not let her go. And the big foreign object moved the part that was the "foot" and continued to approach her.

The sight in front of her made her wonder—why was there such a thing in the academy?

Many, many, large and large areas are full of all kinds of souls, and this phantom building with the art building as the core is simply the nest where these souls are entrenched. They frantically rushed out of the darkness of the apparition and pounced on Lizzie's location.

These souls were men, women, and children, but they were all blind, and only the darkness that flowed down from the fragments of their thoughts covered their bodies like a covered tent. Lizzie couldn't see the era to which the remnants of the dead belonged, nor did she see anything they had in common.

Flashing the arm thrown from above again, Lizzie grabbed it with her backhand and threw it forward, and she stepped back further with the force of the recoil. The soul that Lizzie threw out didn't hit anything, and he floated for a moment before rushing towards Lizzie again.

This is simply a hornet's nest, and she is the one who stabbed the hornet's nest, and was frantically attacked by a hornet that rushed out of the honeycomb.

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