Third Soul Skill — Shadowless Trace!
Lin Fan's figure instantly vanished, leaving only a sword-shaped afterimage in place. When he reappeared, he was already in another position, easily dodging the Rakshasa Soul's slash.
"Fourth Soul Skill — Thorned Spider Armor!"
Bibi Dong stayed put, unleashing her defensive soul skill to take the strike head-on.
But almost immediately, the Rakshasa Soul moved in again like a ghost.
Its speed was blinding, its attacks fierce, and because it didn't tire, every single move it unleashed was a full-force strike.
Even though it was one against two, the Rakshasa Soul steadily forced both Lin Fan and Bibi Dong back, step by step.
"Bibi Dong, this won't work. He never gets tired, but our stamina and soul power will keep depleting. The longer this drags on, the weaker we get. We have to find an opening and end this in one blow."
"You must have a control-type soul skill, right? Wait for the chance to restrain him, and then we both unleash our strongest attacks to finish him." Lin Fan used Shadowless Trace to reappear beside her, speaking quickly.
"You're right — but the Rakshasa Soul's attacks are too fast and relentless. I can't find the timing to control him."
"Then I'll create the opening for you. You strike when it comes!"
With that, Lin Fan vanished again using Shadowless Trace, reappearing at another flank.
"Sixth Soul Skill — Storm Sword Formation!"
Sixteen swords materialized around him, and then he rose above the Rakshasa Soul.
Seeing this, Bibi Dong suddenly burst forth with strength, forcing the Rakshasa Soul back and out of Lin Fan's strike zone.
The sixteen swords instantly encircled the Rakshasa Soul, exerting a pulling force that hindered its movement while sending waves of sword energy slashing at it.
"Now!" Lin Fan shouted.
"Third Soul Skill — Death Spider Web Bind!"
Bibi Dong and her Death Spider Emperor clone spat out layers of tough webbing that completely enveloped the Rakshasa Soul.
The double-layered spider web bound it like a mummy, making it completely immobile.
The webbing's venom was extremely potent, but against the energy-formed Rakshasa Soul, which had no sense of touch or nervous system, poison was useless.
But Bibi Dong hadn't been counting on poison — she only needed the immobilization.
"Ten-thousand-year Soul Bone Skill — Death Spider Emperor Demon Scythe!"
Seeing that her restraint had worked, she activated the twin soul bones in her arms, transforming them into two massive scythes. With a cross-slash motion, both scythes swept down on the Rakshasa Soul.
"Ninth Soul Skill — Azure Shadow's Return to Origin!"
At the same moment, Lin Fan, having shifted to the opposite side, seized the chance and unleashed his strongest soul skill from the Azure Shadow Sword.
Countless sword shadows surged around him, merging into a single colossal sword nearly a hundred meters long, cleaving straight at the Rakshasa Soul.
This was the Azure Shadow Sword's ultimate attack.
A ten-thousand-year soul bone skill and a ninth soul skill from a hundred-thousand-year ring struck at once — the arena shook violently under the combined might.
The Rakshasa Soul was engulfed by dense, multicolored soul power, completely obscuring its form from sight.
"Did… did we do it?" Lin Fan panted, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, the back of his clothes soaked.
"I'm not sure… but it took a heavy hit," Bibi Dong replied, her breathing uneven, hair slightly disheveled, and her bangs dampened by sweat.
Before they could catch their breath, a strange seven-petaled purple-black flower suddenly bloomed in the explosion's center.
An even denser Rakshasa power erupted outward, shrouding the entire arena.
"Retreat! That's the second stage of the Rakshasa Domain — Rakshasa Prison!"
Bibi Dong's pupils shrank as she recognized the move. She grabbed Lin Fan and pulled him back at top speed.
This bizarre purple-black blossom was the Hellflower, condensed from pure resentment and malice.
The Rakshasa Soul now stood at the heart of the blossom, its cracked body rapidly repairing itself.
"Insane… your fourth God Trial is this hard? What's next — trials harder than this? Is the Rakshasa God planning to let you inherit his position?" Lin Fan retreated with her, muttering bitterly.
"How should I know? Last time, I lost before it even had the chance to use Rakshasa Prison," Bibi Dong replied helplessly.
"Just a little more… just a bit more attack power, and we could have shattered it completely and cleared the fourth trial. Such a pity." The Rakshasa God's spirit floated above them, watching intently.
Inside the Hellflower, the Rakshasa Soul's giant purple-black scythe twitched.
Then, high above the secret realm, a massive arc of purple light descended with the swing, forming a gargantuan scythe-blade hundreds of meters long, as though it could split the entire realm apart.
This devastating blow came down at both Lin Fan and Bibi Dong simultaneously.
As it struck, the cracks on the Rakshasa Soul's body began repairing much more slowly.
"Ninth Soul Skill — Undying Body!"
Bibi Dong's hundred-thousand-year soul ring lit up. Her body turned into pure energy — even if torn apart, she could reassemble herself.
"Damn it!" Lin Fan felt the suffocating aura of death pressing down on him.
He knew there was no room for holding back anymore.
The Rakshasa Soul's strength had exceeded all his expectations.
To survive this blow, Lin Fan was forced to reveal his external soul bone — the Eight Spider Lances.
At the same time, a blood-red greatsword appeared in his left hand.
Two deep crimson hundred-thousand-year soul rings glowed together, unleashing power worthy of their rank.
"Sword Soul Immortal Halo!" Lin Fan roared.
Bibi Dong's eyes widened in shock at the sight of the weapon in his hand — but she had no time to comment.
The next instant, the Rakshasa Soul's colossal scythe blade struck home. Bibi Dong's energy body was split in two instantly.
Lin Fan's defensive skill from the Killing Sword — the Immortal Halo — managed to intercept most of the blow, but the force behind it exceeded the shield's limits.
In moments, the protective halo shattered, and Lin Fan was sent flying more than ten meters, smashing hard into the ground.
Fortunately, the defensive skill absorbed the brunt of the damage, and combined with the Eight Spider Lances' defense, Lin Fan survived — albeit gravely injured.
"Second Soul Skill — Blood Cocoon!"
Lin Fan activated one of the abilities from the hundred-thousand-year soul ring he had absorbed last night.
Blood threads instantly wrapped around him, forming a cocoon.
Moments later, he broke free like a butterfly emerging from its chrysalis — fully restored to peak condition, with all attributes boosted by 50%.
Meanwhile, Bibi Dong's Undying Body reassembled her into perfect form, standing once again on the arena floor.
"So… a twin martial soul wielder. No wonder the inheritor brought you along as her helper," the Rakshasa God's spirit remarked with a trace of surprise. "But… that sword… it feels familiar."
"Second Soul Skill — Blood Hurricane Sword!"
Lin Fan seized the moment — the Rakshasa Soul was still in the middle of repairing itself at the flower's center. The Killing Sword in his hand unleashed a storm of blood energy, striking it dead-on.
"Don't just stand there — strike while it's weak! One last attack!" Lin Fan barked.
Bibi Dong immediately focused, the light from the soul bones in her chest and right leg flaring at once.
Ten-thousand-year Soul Bone Skill — Rakshasa Ghost Gaze, Scorching Heaven and Earth — In One Breath, Slay Three Thousand Worlds!