36: Chapter 36 The Function of the Soul Absorption Technique 36: Chapter 36 The Function of the Soul Absorption Technique “Master…this…”
He couldn’t help but want to ask.
But at that moment, Zhang Xiaoman’s expression was extremely serious.
He suddenly raised his hand, interrupting Su Fu’s words.
Despite the fact that he himself was incredibly anxious inside, his facial expression remained composed, as if everything was within his expectations.
Su Fu fell silent, a surge of hope rising again within his heart.
“Perhaps, I was just too impatient just now…”
Zhang Xiaoman then reached into his pants pocket and slowly pulled out a small bottle filled with a transparent liquid, his whole being exuding a solemn and reverent atmosphere.
Indeed, what was inside that little bottle was the scarcely remaining Divine Grace, less than one-third of it, which he had been reluctant to use!
Su Fu, watching from the side, also narrowed his eyes.
He could sense that the young man before him seemed to be getting serious.
Zhang Xiaoman twisted off the cap of the bottle holding the Divine Grace with some reluctance – after all, he had been unwilling to use it.
It was known that just the power of Holy Water was formidable, a mere four-drop dose capable of killing a terrifying adult Corpse Demon.
And this less-than-half-bottle of green-grade Divine Grace was even more of a treasured last resort for him.
If it weren’t for the ineffectiveness of Holy Water and his own overconfident blunder just now, he would never have been willing to use it for an experiment.
Yes, Zhang Xiaoman was conducting an experiment.
Because he knew that using the Divine Grace this time was very likely to produce no effect whatsoever.
In his view, the difference between Holy Water and Divine Grace should be in their relative Strength, but when Holy Water was used just now, it was completely ineffective.
That indicated that the anomaly he currently faced did not belong to the same system as those he had encountered before, and was entirely unaffected by such countermeasures.
Otherwise, Holy Water would not have been entirely useless—it would have at least stirred some ripples.
But now, Divine Grace was his last hope, and he could only try it with a mentality of desperation as a last resort.
With a slight tremble in his hand, Zhang Xiaoman tried hard to control the power, carefully dripping a drop of Divine Grace.
As the transparent droplet fell, Zhang Xiaoman’s gaze did not waver for a moment, nor did Su Fu who was standing at the door dare to make a sound, watching the droplet with absolute Concentration.
In this deathly silence, the faint “tick-tick” of a watch sounded ten times, yet Su Changqing, who lay in the hospital bed, still showed no response.
Divine Grace, ineffective.
Seeing this, Su Fu’s spirits plunged to the depths, standing there in a daze, with many thoughts flooding his mind.
Su Fu’s throat felt dry, and he opened his mouth to ask for clarity, to understand what exactly Zhang Xiaoman had just been doing, whether or not he had been deceiving him.
Although at the beginning, he had only brought him along to give face to Wu Feng and Xiao Hei, but when it came down to it, he couldn’t suppress the hope that had risen within him.
Zhang Xiaoman didn’t give him the chance to speak, because at that moment he still held one last card, one of the few measures he could use.
The Soul Absorption Technique!
He stepped back several paces to the door, extending his left hand straight toward the direction of the bed, muttering something softly under his breath.
In the next instant, a visible wave of energy came from the direction of Zhang Xiaoman.
The Soul Absorption Technique that had shown no response no matter how he used it finally changed.
From Su Changqing’s body, waves of energy furiously rolled back towards Zhang Xiaoman’s direction, swift as a gale and surging like a torrent.
The relatively spacious room suddenly felt like the center of a level 9 typhoon, with medical instruments clattering to the floor, and a distinct pressure of wind assaulting them, causing the clothes on both of their bodies to flap loudly.
Su Fu’s questioning words ultimately never left his mouth.
His eyes were wide as saucers, as if he had witnessed the most surprising scene of his life, leaving his mind instantly blank.
He murmured to himself, yet his words were drowned by the howl of the wind.
Zhang Xiaoman was also extremely excited at this moment.
Unlike the newbie Su Fu, who had never encountered Extraordinary Power before, he could be considered a veteran.
He had fully mentally prepared himself for releasing the Skill.
Therefore, even now, facing such intense wind pressure and the torrent of energy, he was only slightly astonished at the tremendous impact caused by the Soul Absorption Technique.
However, the incident was far from over.
In the mere seconds since the anomaly began, a piercing, shrill scream suddenly emanated from Su Changqing’s body, resembling a fierce ghost from the Nine Netherworld, mixed with endless pain and resentment.
Standing closest, Zhang Xiaoman consequently bore the brunt of it.
He felt a terrifying sonic wave assault him as if it were tangible, his ears ringing as though struck by Thunder Strike, as if they were about to explode.
Not only that, the most uncomfortable part for him was that as this scream swept through, it felt like a heavy hammer had viciously smashed into his mind.
His head throbbed as if it would split open, and he staggered, nearly toppling over.
Su Fu, only two or three steps away from Zhang Xiaoman, didn’t fare much better.
His eyes wide open in pain, his hands tightly covering his ears, all his facial features scrunched together.
The group of doctors standing outside were anxiously waiting for Su Fu to come out quickly so they could prepare for surgery.
They hadn’t expected to suddenly hear a huge gust of wind from inside the room, followed by a series of metallic objects hitting the ground with a clang.
The doctors were taken aback and were just about to open the door to check the situation when an extremely mournful wail came from the other side of the door, a voice so despairing as to pierce the soul, causing unbearable agony.
Within the range of the Su Mansion, everyone heard this piercing scream at that moment.
Those standing outside received a lesser impact from the volume, but felt the soul-piercing pain in full force nonetheless.
Outside, some elderly Taoist priests immediately rolled their eyes and fainted away, and Su Kuangkuan also silently collapsed into his mother’s arms.
Zhang Xiaoman was stunned.
He thought the initial wind pressure was already a major event, but he hadn’t anticipated such a terrifying Spiritual Attack.
What exactly had his Soul Absorption Technique extracted from Su Changqing’s body?
The time from the beginning to the eruption of the sound was but a few short seconds.
Zhang Xiaoman’s body was tense at this moment, the energy extraction continuing on his left hand.
He gritted his teeth and endured the terrifying howls, daring not to relax.
The piercing screech came quickly and ended just as swiftly.
Accompanying the cessation of the sound, a terrifying translucent phantom face slowly emerged from Su Changqing’s body.
This face bore a resemblance to Su Changqing.
He was undergoing energy extraction from the Soul Absorption Technique, which was siphoning energy from his face relentlessly, his expression showing pain and contortion.
Su Fu also managed to barely open his eyes and clearly see this scene, his shock reaching an indescribable level.
After emitting that sharp scream, the face seemed to lack any other power, merely resisting and struggling desperately under the absorption of the Soul Absorption Technique, but ultimately unable to escape.
Ultimately, the eerie face slowly disintegrated, faded, and gradually turned into a white translucent orb, which quietly landed on Mr.
Zhang Xiaoman’s entire body relaxed, as if he had just set down a heavy burden, feeling as though he was about to collapse from exhaustion.
“This thing… such a loud voice…”
Looking at the white orb that had fallen nearby, a smile gradually appeared on Zhang Xiaoman’s relieved face.