Chapter 89: Fang’s Last Farewell

Holding a blood-red spear in his right hand, a young man took a step back, gathering momentum. Two pointed horns protruded from the back of his head, curving toward each other, and his bloody-red eyes gleamed with an eerie light. Then, without hesitation, he lunged forward, driving the spear into the stone-like surface of the gigantic beast's body.

As the spear pierced through the hardened skin, a resounding, earth-shaking roar erupted.

"GROOOOOWWWWWWWL...!!!!"

Fang paused, his expression dark and serious, scanning the surroundings for any changes. His grip on the spear tightened as he muttered under his breath.

"Calm down... stay calm..."

From deep within, Arya's voice resonated through the shared consciousness, observing everything from inside the energy orb.

"What are you looking for? And what was that roar? Don't tell me your brother is still alive and could wake up at any moment?"

Fang shook his head. "That's impossible. He's already dead. I'm checking if his spirit remains intact or if it has already been corrupted. After his death, his soul fused with the surrounding elements. That means, depending on the circumstances, it could still influence this place. If he perceives us as enemies because of what we're doing, things could turn disastrous."

Arya listened carefully before responding. "So… what do you think?"

Both souls—one within the body and one in possession—carefully observed their surroundings, searching for any unnatural fluctuations. When no sudden changes occurred, Fang finally let out a breath and spoke again.

"He still recognizes my aura. That's good news for us."

Saying this, Fang tightened his hold on the blood-red spear, which was still lodged in the beast's body. With immense strength, he wrenched it free. From within the energy orb, Arya observed the action closely.

Even though he was only an observer, he couldn't help but compare his own abilities. "If I were the one trying to do this, I doubt I could even scratch this beast's skin—not with my ordinary Seed Weapon and just 23 levels of cultivation strength."

As the spear left the beast's surface, Arya noticed something strange—there was no blood. Not a single drop. And this time, the beast's roar did not follow.

Fang exhaled and muttered, "Let's finish this quickly. Before his lingering soul forgets who I am and turns on us." His tone was grave. "In this form, I have limited means. If anything goes wrong now, we could both perish." Then, as if sensing Arya's unease, he added, "But don't worry—I have my ways to protect us."

Arya, still inside his body, asked, "How long can you possess me for?"

"If I don't use too much energy or any of my own skills, about 15 to 20 minutes," Fang replied. "If I do use my abilities, then maybe two or three minutes at best."

"Oh…" Arya acknowledged, making a mental note.

For the next three minutes, Fang continued the relentless cycle—piercing and pulling, over and over. With each strike, the beast's hardened skin gave way, and a large, cave-like wound formed on its massive body. The surrounding fire-element energy grew stronger, an unmistakable sign that the energy source was close to being exposed.

Arya, even from within the energy orb, could feel the heat intensifying. But his body—currently under Fang's control—remained unaffected. Fang seemed completely unbothered by the rising temperature.

"Just a bit more," Fang murmured.

Then, as he thrust the spear once more, something changed. The spearhead stopped mid-pierce, unable to penetrate deeper. A powerful shockwave of terrifying energy erupted outward.

"GROOOOOOOOOWL...!!!"

This time, the beast's cry was deeper, more sorrowful. Fang stilled, but his expression was no longer serious—it was filled with sorrow. A single tear slipped down his cheek.

His voice trembled as he whispered, "Goodbye, brother. Rest in peace. I will take revenge for you… and join you soon."

Arya, from within, watched this moment unfold and felt compelled to speak. "Don't worry, Fang. I'm with you. If I survive and grow strong enough, I'll help you claim your revenge."

Fang smiled faintly through his grief. "That's for sure," he said, his voice heavier than before. "Because I have just destroyed my brother's soul… to fulfill our deal."

Saying nothing more, Fang turned his gaze toward the wound he had inflicted. His spear was still embedded in the beast's body. Taking a deep breath, he wrapped his fingers tightly around the handle and pulled it free.

As the spear left, a flood of molten energy—like liquid fire—gushed out from the beast's wound. This was not blood. It was raw, condensed fire-element energy. And if even a single drop touched Arya's body, it would disintegrate instantly, even with Fang's protection.

But Fang was prepared.

The moment the fiery energy surged toward him, he closed his burning-red eyes for an instant—then snapped them open and spoke in a voice that carried the weight of divine authority.

"Celestial Domain."

At his words, the world itself seemed to freeze. Time halted.

The raging fire energy stopped mid-motion, frozen in place. Yet, strangely, the air around them still moved freely—meaning that only the fire element had been affected.

Fang wasted no time. He reached deep into the wound he had carved into the beast's body. His hand sank into the creature's flesh as if it were submerged in thick, molten jelly. Then, his fingers grasped something.

All of this happened within the span of two seconds.

For a brief moment, something inside the wound glowed with unimaginable radiance. But before it could reveal itself, the glow was swallowed by Fang's hand, vanishing into his grasp.

Without waiting for anything else, Fang yanked his hand back and immediately propelled himself away.

With a single powerful step, he kicked off from the beast's body, launching himself high into the air. The movement was so swift and forceful that it looked more like flying than jumping.

And the moment he left—

The frozen fire energy resumed its movement.

Like an unleashed calamity, the flames engulfed the beast's body entirely. The stone-like exterior of the colossal creature began to disintegrate, crumbling away as if it were nothing more than dust in the wind.

Fang watched from above, his blood-red eyes glowing ominously. In his grasp, the stolen energy source pulsed faintly, like a heart beating one final time.