redvbooks Chapter 1521 - 773: Struggle of a Cornered Beast
Chapter 1521 - 773: Struggle of a Cornered Beast
Ji Jue, come out for a duel!
Ji, come out, don't stay silent outside, I know you're at home!
I will tear you to pieces!!!
A series of roars and howls echoed within the cage, continuously sounding, but no matter how he shouted or yelled, to Ji Jue, it was nothing more than the barking of a worthless dog.
He paid no attention.
He coldly commanded Zanlu, endlessly wielding the Purple Lightning Black Flame, while Chun Jun's Spiritual Sword descended like a torrential rain from the sky, then rose from the ground again.
Like a frog in warm water, he constrained and pulled, using the ever-changing Mercury to divide the battlefield and then calmly and leisurely dealt with each of the teammates brought by him.
Not in a hurry.
Once he freed himself up, he would slowly surround and kick!
He didn't care whether Long Du was raging incompetently or holding a hidden ace, if he had a special skill, he should show it, not keep it hidden.
Everyone was prepared with Ember.
Since your preparations aren't enough, I'll get you ready!
"It really is the legacy of the Heavenly Furnace…"
From beneath the oil paint mask came a regretful voice, without any anger or grievance, as if filled with admiration: "Aside from other skills, this ability to hide and pretend is truly perfected!"
Bang——
The hunched, emaciated body suddenly exploded, countless withered wood and stones manifested from it, spraying and suddenly growing, extending.
Instantly, a foundation formed, followed by jade beams and gold pillars rising from the ground, within moments, as though breaking through layers of blockade, like solitary towers on a high cliff, reaching towards the sky.
Despite the surging tide, it remained solid as a mountain, unperturbed, no longer in the previous state of disarray and clumsiness.
A seemingly illusory group of stars lit up from the closed cage, hanging high, among the flowing endless stream of stars, like a mighty river, flowing on the illusory sky.
Countless glimmers of light gathered around the Star Gazing Tower, revolving like a gigantic wheel, but what it sprinkled was not the cool Silver Radiance, but a dim, shadowy glow that drained all color from things!
The Three Phases Flow abruptly halted.
It was as if an alien object had suddenly been inserted into a tightly combined and rapidly rotating machine, jamming a stone between gears, under the shadowy glow, the mercury flowing like a river quickly came to a halt, freezing, losing responsiveness and change.
Materiality weakened, Spirituality dissipated!
All alchemy creations, under the shadowy glow, were rapidly wearing down, aging, like outdated equipment, quickly decaying, frequently losing responsiveness, getting out of control, crashing.
Even beyond Ember, even the decrees and suppression of Tian Yuan, under the shadowy glow, were quickly weakening and disintegrating.
The light of decay and destruction shone everywhere, decay like a poison, spreading like an infection, covering everything in an instant!
The iron-caged prison meticulously prepared by Ji Jue beneath Luo Island couldn't resist the pervasive infiltration, and cracks appeared at a speed visible to the naked eye!
"Du Luojia, stop pretending!"
Long Du's hoarse voice sounded by the blood-drenched ear of the Vajra Sutra: "If you don't fight with all your might now, there won't be another chance!"
Boom!!!
Within the curtain of transformation, the Vajra Sutra, covered in cracks, revealed an angry expression, spitting thunder, an endless sea of fire unfolded beneath, sweeping in all directions.
Thunder and fire, both manifestations of anger and differentiation, cruel and brutal as thunderfire, yet imbued with the monk's visualization and empowerment.
Transforming his own calamities into means of repelling enemies, making the opponent bear the erosion and torment of the Absolute Abyss instead of himself.
As long as a thought doesn't extinguish, it can never be put out!
Under the slash of thunder and the burn of flames, the blood-tear Golden Body of Badanta shook violently, once more bursting open a crack.
Crash——
In an instant of opening and delay, a blood-colored storm already rushed forward, the three-headed, six-armed Tang Qian swung swords, spears, swords, and halberds, recklessly chopping down upon that solemn face!
Chop! Chop! Chop! Chop!
Just chop it all down.
In less than a finger snap, Du Luojia's body was evenly sliced into small pieces, yet when the sword blades struck, there was no feedback of any sensation, as if chopping into water and air, empty and devoid.
Until finally, the falling sword blades struck something impenetrable, actually rebounding backwards.
From the shattered body, a dazzling Treasure Bead rose, the real weak point of Du Luojia, where his soul resided!
With Vajrayana and Incompetent Fire Meditation practiced day and night, turning all of himself and his consciousness into a bead hovering between existence and non-existence, as long as his mind remains unextinguished, it is inexhaustible.
However, regarding Tang Qian, it made no difference.
The boss paid enough, whether a person or a ball, a Spiritual Pearl or Demon Pill, I'll bloody slice it all the same!
The sound of shattering rang out.
The Treasure Bead had been struck by an unknown number of swords, covered with cracks.
But at the same time, a ray of light flowed through the cracks, then explosively burst out, torrents surged, completely tearing apart the mandala, breaking free from its restraints.
Simply like a Self-Destruction!
No, damn it, it is Self-Destruction!
Boom!!!
"Damn!"
Tang Qian's expression changed abruptly, quickly withdrawing, barely dodging that seemingly insignificant ripple, wave.
Then he saw everything collapse, annihilate, disintegrate like Dust where the ripple passed.
[Om! Da Re! Swa——]
In the void, True Words sounded.
After the violent waves tore through half of the iron barrier, the surge then amazingly contracted inch by inch at an incredible speed, reverting back to the form of a Treasure Bead, unscathed.
As if, time rewound!
Under the Guardian Deity's blessing, Du Luojia's time was forcibly rewound by a second, reconsolidating, entirely intact!
Under the protection of Long Du's starry brilliance, safely passed the most perilous moment, even transformed like a Magic Girl...
The Eight Heavenly Dragon Groups reappear, representing Jin Naluo's bizarre insect, Moloka of the White Hall, and Qian Dapo's indulgence from Weiyang, united as one, covering the Treasure Bead of Du Luojia, manifesting as an incarnation, so magnificent.
Dorma form!
The protectors of the Yaksha, Heavenly Beings, and Asura gather, overlap, and fall into the hands of Dorma, transforming into an unparalleled sharp, radiant Vajra Stake!
Infinite power manifests.
Dorma is the majestic one, the conqueror of enemy armies, the wondrous woman, the mistress of great rage and power; at this moment, she lets out a resounding roar, shaking the Four Seas, with even the vast Luo Island trembling slightly, waves surging beneath the thick earth layers.
Unreservedly, a full-force strike!
Under the slash of the Vajra Stake, it shatters the ceiling like breaking through bamboo, clashing fiercely with the Heavenly Origin's Weight, causing the Red Sky Banner to tremble, as if enraged, displaying its fierce power.
Yet Du Luojia couldn't help but laugh silently.
This iron prison, after all, was smashed to pieces by him!
No more shackles!
He is free!
In that instant, he finally saw the grand figure that watched over everything from beyond the ceiling, its fierce contours resembling a Steel Giant God, with cold eyes gazing down.
Long Shan, long awaited!
Facing the infinite power of the Vajra Stake, the massive Steel Giant God merely raised an arm, clenching a fist.
The weight of Ruins crashes down fiercely!
"What—"
Du Luojia widened his eyes, incredulous.
At the moment when he was fully focused and prepared, that iron fist, as if tilting the sky, actually brushed past him?
It seemed to care nothing about this insignificant Dust, indifferent to his existence.
Simply applying the purest form of violence to the crumbling building and stars, transformed by Dragon Poison.
Boom!!!
Why?
In the howling storm, Du Luojia's eyes widened, unable to comprehend and unaware why, before him, it grew darker, blacker, and more blurred.
Just a slight pain at the back of his head.
Pa!
Only now did the sound of shattering finally reach his ears.
A hand emerging from the shadows, entwined with enigmatic flame light, silently appeared from a blind spot as he focused and stood vigilant against his opponent.
Reaching out.
Like a wolf's claw, it nimbly and lightly penetrated the back of his skull, clasping the Treasure Bead that hosted his soul.
The lurking wolf leapt from the shadows...
"Praise the Wolf Lord!"
Nirvana Yinyat silently exalted in his heart.
With five fingers gripping the bead, in the swirling flame light emerged the ferocious outline of a wolf, its mouth opening and biting down on the bead, devouring hungrily.
In a fleeting moment, less than a second, after consuming all the morsel that fell into its mouth, swallowing it completely, Nirvana Yinyat once again retreated into the shadow, vanished without a trace.
As if it never existed.
Only Dorma wailingly disintegrated in mid-air, with the protectors of the Eight Heavenly Dragons fracturing apart, covered by the falling curtain, never to be seen again.
Death.
And under the long-gathered iron fist, stars dimmed, towers collapsed.
All things shattered, with only the grand resounding echo tearing through every eardrum... within the oppressive weight, the purest force of materiality descended upon the ultimate judgment.
Stars clamoring in their explosive demise, the high tower crumbled inch by inch.
In Tong Shan's hand, Hui Hao once again fell downward, with Mo color slicing from the void like a sword, penetrating inside and outside, sealing any transformation by the opponent completely.
And then, the next scene shows the Dragon Mountain Giant, in whose hand the Thunder Fire Sword with its four-edged rotation burst forth, soaring into the ruins of the pavilion and Circle Realm with destructive ferocity.
Thunder and fire intertwined, spiraling and extending, like an electric drill layer by layer penetrating, incinerating everything to ashes!
Until the verge of collapse, the Circle Realm burst completely.
A mask encrusted with dust barely appeared for an instant, not even having time to react, when it sensed everything before it abruptly turn black.
An invisible spiritual hand materialized out of thin air.
Pressed on the face of Dragon Poison.
And then...
[Jing Zhen]!
Boom!
The mask shattered, breaking apart and revealing an astonished, shocked, elderly face, contorted and twisted, the mouth trying to roar but unable to utter a sound.
The invisible spiritual hand pressed down once more!
[Jing Zhen]!
Boom!
It's like the more people Ji Jue knew, the more he liked the Dissociation Technique.
Even wishing his peers would like it too!
Jing Zhen! Jing Zhen! Jing Zhen! Jing Zhen! Jing Zhen!
No matter what it is, shaking the damn thing is the end of it!