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Using mental manipulation, he redirected his true energy towards the target, directing it straight towards the head area of the undead puppet. In about the time it takes to eat a meal, the Soul-Stealing Talisman was refined.
Then,
Han Feng then felt that, due to his continuous input of true energy, the previously dormant [Undead Puppet Giant-bellied Spider] began to activate on its own.
"Shh!"
suddenly,
He experienced a strange feeling, as if he had an extra body.
"Could it be that the so-called soul-stealing is to seize the body of an undead?!" He stopped in his tracks, closed his eyes, and transferred his mental focus to the new body.
In an instant,
What I see and hear has undergone earth-shattering changes.
Although not as clear as before, he could still make out things upon closer inspection. What came into view were five thick white jade pillars.
Its joints are distinct, and the texture is clearly visible.
“These are my claws.”
Struggling to control the still unfamiliar eight-legged movement, Han Feng looked back.
Only a hazy, enormous figure could be seen. Although the spider had poor eyesight, the fine bristles covering its eight legs were exceptionally sharp.
Every natural movement of air, every drop of falling leaf causing air ripples, and the subtle airflow changes triggered by moving objects of all sizes.
At this moment, Han Feng perceived everything clearly.
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Even without relying on his eyes, ears, or sense of smell, he can precisely construct a real-time picture of his surroundings in his mind through subtle changes in the air.
"I can sense the pulse of the wind."
Unlike ordinary people, Han Feng was completely absorbed in the extraordinary senses of the giant spider. No change in his surroundings could escape the spider's perception and web-weaving.
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"This spider's perception is truly terrifying."
"Such extraordinary sensory power is many times stronger than that of humans."
While he was controlling this enormous spider shell, he could still clearly feel the presence of his original physical body.
That strange feeling.
It was as if his main soul was always rooted in his body, and he only used a wisp of his soul to control the giant-bellied spider, replacing its will and manipulating it at will.
"Manipulating this guy is like controlling a very unique puppet."
"Able to control it freely and at will."
"I wonder if there is a limit to how far this object can be manipulated?"
The thought came to mind, touching upon this core issue.
Han Feng immediately summoned the eight-legged spider, which wobbled and climbed onto his fingertips.
198. Giant-bellied spider
Then, using his still-developing instinct to spin silk, he stuck one end of the spider silk onto his fingertip.
Using the spider silk, he quickly slid down to the ground.
"The feeling of being sprayed with spider silk is quite eerie, always giving one the illusion that one's life force is being drained."
Calm your mind and stop making wild guesses.
Han Feng, riding the giant-bellied spider, began to race wildly along the muddy path, his speed increasing rapidly as he disappeared into the distance.
Until the spider's limbs become exhausted and weak, making it almost impossible for it to move forward.
He could still clearly perceive the existence of the original body, just as before.
Does this mean unlimited distance control? Or has the limit of control distance not yet been reached?
With his eyes open, Han Feng sprinted along the dirt road, his steps light and agile, his goal clear, heading straight for the location of the other spider body.
He lowered his head slightly and stared at the giant-bellied spider that had collapsed to the ground.
He was deep in thought.
"If this puppet body is destroyed, what kind of impact will it have on the original body?"
He lifted his foot and stomped down hard.
"Bang!"
The giant spider's round abdomen burst open instantly, splattering foul-smelling fluid that stained the soles of shoes and the mud, making the already flattened spider's head even more unrecognizable.
"hiss!
Han Feng couldn't help but gasp.
He subconsciously rubbed his forehead, feeling a subtle headache at the same moment the puppet's body was destroyed.
I was mentally exhausted and even felt a little drowsy.
However, this feeling was not extremely strong.
"The destruction of the puppet's body did indeed have a backlash on me."
"However, the degree of backlash is still within a controllable and safe range."
He frowned slightly, his thoughts wandering, and boldly speculated: "Perhaps such a slight backlash effect may be related to the strength and size of this giant-bellied spider puppet's body."
"Moreover, the dead puppet was activated by me using my internal energy, which is derived from the essence of my own cultivation and contains my spiritual imprint."
"Therefore, my headache and drowsiness are likely related to some mental distress."
"It seems that the body of the undead puppet cannot be easily destroyed."
After six years of exploration, we have finally figured out the true function of the Furnace of Life and Death.
Han Feng thought to himself that all the sacrifices were worthwhile.
Only by delving into the essence of things can we make better use of them...
"Next, I need to avoid the vortex of war while continuously improving my own strength." Without further hesitation, Han Feng gathered his internal energy, propelled his legs, and sped off along the road.
Dusk hour.
Han Feng walked alone along the mountain path, surrounded by beautiful scenery.
Bathed in the glow of the setting sun, it appears even more magnificent.
"There's a tribe nearby, so I'll rest here for the night." Holding a rough map in his hand, Han Feng carefully examined it and determined his lodging destination for the night.
He put away the map and came to the fork in the road ahead.
They decisively left the main road and sped along the narrower side road.
After a while.
Before even reaching the tribe's location shown on the map, Han Feng saw a wisp of green smoke rising in the distance and instinctively tightened his grip on the 4.3 sword at his waist.
"With a little silver, you can enjoy some hot soup."
Thinking about the hot soup he was about to enjoy, Han Feng quickened his pace.
However, after arriving at their destination...
He keenly sensed something unusual.
"There are hoofprints on the ground, and the air is filled with the smell of gunpowder and blood. Could it be that the internal strife and war in the Yue Kingdom have already spread?"
199. Black-faced giant
However, according to the timeline, King Wujiang of Yue had not yet been buried at this time.
Hesitated for a moment.
Han Feng decided to go and investigate, hoping to find some valuable clues.
If any survivors ask, that would be even better.
along the way,
Several wooden houses were engulfed in flames, with thick smoke billowing into the sky.
Around each house, numerous corpses lay scattered about, men, women, and children, a scene of utter carnage.
The deep red blood stained the ground and walls, a shocking sight.
The stench of corpses and the smell of smoke, mixed with other foul odors, permeated the surrounding air, causing Han Feng to frown deeply.
"what!
at this time.
A sharp shout came from not far away, though the volume wasn't loud.