While countless spectators were amazed, something changed again in the venue.
The soul fragments crushed by the death grip slowly gathered together after returning to the earth.
These souls!
They were actually reorganized into undead warriors with different appearances and genders!!
This is also one of the abilities of the Immortal King.
The deceased returns to the world and can be used for one's own purposes.
Those souls who died on behalf of Fuwan, were absorbed by the Holy Grail, and were sacrificed at this moment, were all living people before.
They all died in Fuwan's hands and were absorbed by the Holy Grail.
Even their lives were stored by the Holy Grail to offset the fatal damage Fu Wan suffered.
Seeing the undead warriors standing up in the field, the audience outside the field finally woke up.
A young man said in surprise:
"Could it be that these undead warriors are all the people who died in place of Fuwan!!"
"How many people died in his place..."
Looking at these undead warriors, countless viewers finally had a more intuitive understanding.
Every time the Immortal King's death grip falls, someone dies.
Fu Wan was still firmly on the spot. Seeing the figures of these undead warriors emerge, he seemed to have recalled something.
Unreasonable pity surged into my heart.
Fu Wan looked at Li Yan again in confusion.
At this moment, his soul is not only imprisoned, but also has been cut off from the perception of his body by countless Buddha lights.
Once he tries to wake up and control his body, his mind will be dragged into a fantasy world.
Without the guidance of his soul, his body has no strength but cannot move.
Even if he was unable to move, he could still feel that the space around him was extremely compressed, imprisoning him within this space.
He couldn't understand.
My tactics are correct.
So where did you fail?
Li Yan looked at the man and saw his confusion.
Yes, his thinking is calm, rational, and even correct.
But this has also become his weakness, a fatal weakness.
Because his thinking has become patterned.
He has even lost his dueling style.
It was precisely because he realized that the opponent would definitely put stopping him first, so Li Yan tried his best and was beaten all the time. In order to prevent the opponent from diverting his target, Li Yan even sacrificed several cards and was cut off by the opponent.
And all of this is waiting for an opportunity.
The moment when he reversed the situation of the battle was the moment when he had finished bending his body and paused.
That was the opportunity I had been waiting for.
An opportunity to control the other party.
After Sansheng exploded twice, in addition to strengthening his body, he also gained an additional skill.
This skill is called Elysium.
The skill effect requires Sansheng to chant sutras continuously for three minutes before it can be activated. After the skill is activated, the target's soul can be restrained and fall into the blissful world deep in his heart.
If you want to get out of the paradise world, you can only destroy it with your own hands.
Obviously, Fu Wan just did it, so he woke up quickly.
But the illusion of paradise cannot be broken by destroying it.
Even if you destroy this illusion, once you want to return to the real world and touch your body with your soul, you will fall into this illusion again.
Never ending.
Unless Sansheng stops continuously casting spells, it cannot be cracked.
Only those who have embraced this Dharma understand clearly, yearn for this blissful world, and enjoy this blissful illusion, can they completely break this state.
Li Yan looked at Fu Wan and saw from his current state.
He couldn't get out of this illusion.
His vigilance and reason prevented him from getting out of the shackles of this illusion.
Coupled with the triple restraints of the Yuehua New Star Dragon and the Immortal King's Death Grip, Fu Wan was unable to move at all.
Li Yan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at Fu Wan indifferently, and finally shook his head with regret.
If the other party has not changed.
Then you might want to be friends with this man.
Just now.
It's no longer possible.
Because this is a duel to the death.
Under the gaze of countless spectators outside the field, Li Yan sat down cross-legged on the spot and began to return to his original state, no longer watching Fu Wan.
At the same time, dozens of undead warriors composed of exploding souls had been born in the venue.
Under the cover of hellfire, this site has become an immortal cemetery.
Dozens of undead warriors each raised their hands and pulled out an old iron sword made of pitch black mist from the hellfire in front of them.
Then, holding the old iron swords in hand, they rushed towards Fu Wan, who was trapped in the middle of the arena, under the astonished gazes of countless spectators.
Then there were more and more undead warriors, they looked like crazy, and they completely submerged Fu Wan.
Although Fu Wan couldn't move, his senses were still there.
He almost remembered the appearance of these undead warriors.
Although I have almost lost all my emotions.
But useless pity has been tormenting his heart.
Every time he kills someone, he is shaken.
Every time he kills someone, he asks himself.
This sword will take away this person's entire life.
Can I bear his death on my back and continue on?
How many people have I killed so far?
Can you really bear the weight of their lives?
All along, the path to becoming stronger has been full of sins in his opinion.
Take away the lives of others to make yourself stronger.
Take the lives of others to offset your own death.
This suffering should have ended years ago.
"Pfft——!"
Finally, not long after, under the surprised gaze of countless spectators, Fu Wan's body-protecting Qi was finally completely wiped away by the Buddha's light.
At the same moment that his body-protecting energy was wiped out, countless long black swords pierced his body.
These long swords all come from the undead warriors in the field.
Under their offensive, Fu Wan's life was passing faster and faster.
In addition to the fixed life consumption of Death Grip.
There were also countless undead warriors attacking him.
The spectator seats of the foreign card masters were already filled with a strange look.
"I didn't expect this rotten world."
"There are actually duelists like this..."
A foreign card master slowly sighed with emotion.
It can be said that Fuwan has grown up in the past year due to their encouragement.
In their view, such an unrivaled force would make it impossible for them to conquer even a battle across two realms.
He actually lost to his peers.
This is something they never imagined.
They can't imagine it.
Fu Wan, who was at full strength, was actually defeated by a peer who was also in the realm of Tianxiang Card Master.
The foreign card master at the front saw that Fu Wan's defeat was certain. The foreign card master, known as the divine envoy, tried to stop Li Yan several times.
However, he gave up in the end.
Including the Holy Lord of Power who controls the shield of the arena, all the people in the Holy Land are staring at them.
At this time.
It is no longer possible to stir up disputes.
The gray-robed man known as the God's Envoy looked at Fu Wan, whose lives were constantly being shattered, and said with emotion:
"I originally thought he would be the one who grows up."
"I didn't expect that even he couldn't resist his fate."
The man in gray robe thought of a saying from his ancestral land.
There should not be too much interference in the growth of the Chosen One.
Only the chosen ones who can swim upstream and grow up on their own can change the world.
Now it seems.
The man who holds the Holy Grail.
You can't resist the torrent of fate?
The gray-robed consciousness finally moved his gaze away from Fu Wan and looked at Li Yan, who was sitting cross-legged in the field.
If he would become the torrent of fate that defeated Fu Wan.
So, can this torrent grow?
A more determined look suddenly appeared in the eyes of the alien envoy.