Ocean Lords: Start Harvesting Double from Dice Rolls Chapter 708 - 349: The Will Descends, Dragon Breath’s Ingenious Exploit (2)

It appears that at this precise moment, "Zhang Yi" has fully transformed into the ultimate bane for these tormented spirits.

All the vengeful spirits scrambled to flee, yet a few who were too slow were ensnared by "Zhang Yi's" grasp, subsequently devoured one by one and entering his very stomach.

"Fascinating, truly fascinating!! Hee hee!!"

"Zhang Yi" vocalized in Yuanqi’s distinctive tone, his gaze fixed forward with anticipation.

As he successfully dispersed wave after wave of vengeful spirits, the gates of the underworld gently sealed shut, and what followed was the quiet ascent of a rebirth flame.

"So it’s the [Undying] Ocean Scripture, likely around a 4 or 5-page level, no wonder this brat is so utterly fearless."

"Zhang Yi's" eyes twinkled with amusement, poised to advance. However, sensing something amiss, he turned his head and cast a distant glance.

"Dastardly old man, his soul lingering perpetually, ceaselessly protecting this brat? How is it that the moment I descended, he came rushing over here."

"Zhang Yi" let out a low grumble, his brow furrowed as he detected the rapidly approaching aura of a formidable adversary, intent on obstructing his actions against Fang Yu.

Yet, they were still some distance away.

He had to act swiftly!

With this thought, "Zhang Yi" immediately propelled himself forward, launching directly towards the rebirth flame.

The flames, capable of incinerating a Dragon Ship with ease, crackled harmlessly upon "Zhang Yi's" form. Unfazed, he extended a hand, plucking Fang Yu – who was in the process of resurrecting from the inferno – directly before him. Then, facing Fang Yu with a semblance of a smile, he declared, "Brat, now is the time to utilize your special ability, or you’ll lose the chance!"

At this juncture, Fang Yu was just emerging from a state of utter chaos and disorientation. He felt his body regenerating, his flesh and blood beginning to mend, on the cusp of returning to his optimal state.

But abruptly, an overpowering force yanked him from the flames. It was akin to a drenching of cold water upon a slumbering individual, jolting him awake from his dazed condition. His eyes snapped open, focusing ahead.

The one who had pulled him from the fiery embrace was, without a doubt, Zhang Yi.

How could this be?!

Fang Yu was overcome with profound shock internally.

Hadn't Zhang Yi been obliterated on the spot by his self-destructive power? How was he not only alive but also capable of disregarding the hellfire and extracting him from the flames?

Heaven alone knew the depth of Fang Yu's astonishment at that very moment.

However, Fang Yu soon regained his composure.

Something was wrong!

This individual wasn't the true Zhang Yi!

While Zhang Yi’s aura had been potent, it wouldn't possess such a sinister, maddened quality.

The aura emanating from the person before him was one Fang Yu had encountered previously, recognizing it instantly at this moment:

"Yuanqi, you are Yuanqi!"

"Not entirely foolish after all!"

"Zhang Yi," or rather, Yuanqi’s clone, responded in a low, taunting voice. However, his eyes betrayed no hint of human emotion, only an abyss of coldness and lethal intent.

He extended his hand, reaching directly for Fang Yu’s head.

"If you don’t unleash your ability now, I shall extract it forcibly from your being..."

Yuanqi spoke nonchalantly, his hand imbued with a special Law power, rendering escape impossible even for a Dragon Ship-level Captain.

The instant his hand clasped Fang Yu's head, he could extinguish Fang Yu's consciousness and siphon everything from within his body.

The earliest of the Evil Alchemists had ventured into such territories, with Soul Splitting Alchemy emerging as a later refinement of this dark practice.

In this era, Yuanqi stood as perhaps the world's sole Evil Alchemist possessing the capability to extract abilities directly from another's body.

With a gleam of excitement in his eyes, he prepared to make contact with Fang Yu’s head.

But suddenly, an immensely powerful force erupted from within Fang Yu's own body.

"What is this?"

Yuanqi’s pupils constricted drastically. He had never anticipated Fang Yu unleashing a different power against him instead of the expected ability.

"Roar!"

A thunderous draconic cry reverberated. Yuanqi felt his arm go numb, his fingers, which had been gripping Fang Yu, suddenly loosening their hold, allowing Fang Yu to break free.

"Ancestral Dragon’s Breath? Damn it all!"

Sensing the potent Dragon’s Breath power surging from Fang Yu, Yuanqi couldn't help but utter a curse.

Under the influence of the Ancestral Dragon’s formidable aura, his will, currently inhabiting Zhang Yi’s body, began to falter and dissipate.

"Blast it, blast it! That old geezer actually gave this thing to the brat!!"

Yuanqi cursed, his fury palpable.

Unknown to Fang Yu at this moment, his subconscious act of unleashing Dragon’s Breath to resist had inadvertently triggered the exacerbation of Yuanqi’s pre-existing internal injuries.

Earlier, due to Fang Yu's actions, the Fisherman had sought out Yuanqi, leading to a confrontation.

Yuanqi had ultimately been defeated, unable to contend with the Fisherman, and had sustained significant damage.

The accumulation of ten millennia was indeed extraordinary.

Moreover, the Fisherman, having endured a curse for ten thousand years, had developed methods to weaponize curses for offense and assassination, leaving a residual curse power within Yuanqi.

Whether the curse originated from Ren Zu or if it stemmed from the Fisherman's own capabilities, its genesis was the [Ancient Holy Dragon Stone], the very Ancestral Holy Dragon.

With malicious intent, the Fisherman had been