8mi Chapter 90 Now...it's okay.
Chapter 90 Now...it's okay.
Chapter 90 Now...it's okay.
The first realm of the Three Realms of Profound Mystery is indestructible and possesses the strength to uproot mountains!
This is the beginning of a true transcendence of the mundane and an extraordinary transformation!
Zhang Yuan looked up at the phantom of the golden-armored warrior, a hint of understanding appearing on his face.
Is this the ultimate truth?
Even demonic magic, once cultivated to the Cave Profound level, can transform into a martial arts golden body dharma form.
"break!"
Xing Daorong's voice was like thunder, and he moved in sync with the golden warrior image behind him!
The black spear in his hand transformed into a golden rainbow that tore through the heavens and earth, sweeping across with an indomitable will!
"BOOM—!!!"
An indescribable, terrifying power erupted!
The five Grandmaster-level demons who were besieging him were as if they had been struck by an invisible ancient divine mountain, and the demonic power barrier they had set up together shattered instantly!
The rock armor of Jin Yan cracked open with spiderweb-like fissures, Xuan Yin groaned and fell out of the water vapor, Qing Ling's four wings were covered in feathers, and Yin Gu's white bone staff let out a mournful cry.
Even the strongest of the wooden beasts, Mu Kui, with its massive demonic body, was suddenly forced to slide backward, its vines snapping inch by inch!
The five people were actually forced back more than ten feet by the power of Xing Daorong's spear, their blood and qi surging and their demonic power in disarray!
"Buzz—!"
The Buddha statue's remaining half of its compassionate face instantly transformed into a completely ferocious expression!
A colossal hand, formed from pure demonic power and covered in dark dragon scales, descended upon Xing Daorong, who had just repelled the five demons and whose energy had slightly subsided, with an overwhelming pressure capable of destroying everything.
Before the palm strike even arrived, the entire floor of the hall was already cracking inch by inch!
"Well done!"
Xing Daorong's fighting spirit soared to the sky, and the Vajra Warrior Dharma Image behind him shone brightly. He thrust out his giant spear fiercely to meet the dragon-scale giant palm!
The golden light at the tip of the spear was concentrated to its extreme, as if it could pierce through the void!
"boom--!!!"
A terrifying collision occurred that defies description!
It was as if two stars were colliding in a confined space!
The blinding golden light and the eerie, ghostly glow instantly engulfed everything!
The extremely violent shockwave exploded out in a spherical shape!
The nearest black steel prison van was the first to be hit!
Despite being protected by the Black Scale Army's malevolent aura, and despite the suppressing runes engraved on its surface flashing wildly, it was still violently blown away by this earth-shattering force, tumbling and crashing into the corner of the hall!
"puff--!"
"Ugh—!"
Those who were closer, such as Zhang Yuan, Wang Ziteng, and Chen Zijing, were struck as if by an invisible giant hammer. Blood gushed out, and their bodies were uncontrollably thrown several feet away, crashing heavily onto the broken walls and ruins, their bones on the verge of breaking!
Zhang Jiumei moved with lightning speed, rushing to Zhang Yuan's side the moment he landed, shielding him, but she herself was also shaken so badly that blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.
The golden and demonic light slowly dissipated.
Xing Daorong was seen kneeling on one knee, using his spear to support his body. A trace of blood hung from the corner of his mouth, and his breathing was erratic, clearly indicating that the hard clash had taken a heavy toll.
The giant dragon-scale palm emanating from the Buddha statue had been completely pierced and shattered by his spear!
The Buddha statue itself was also shattered by the backlash, turning into countless fragments of stone and dust!
"hold head high--!"
A dragon's roar, filled with boundless majesty and fury, resounded throughout the heavens and earth!
A condensed and imposing azure dragon phantom rose from the broken Buddha statue base, hovering above the dilapidated hall, its cold and ruthless vertical pupils fixed on Xing Daorong and the prison cart below.
"Xing Daorong—Vajra Realm—Good, very good!"
The illusory dragon spoke in human language, its voice like rolling thunder, carrying a hint of surprise and a deeper killing intent.
"A mere Zhenwu Captain has managed to fight alongside me, his very soul and spirit, to this extent. The Zhenwu Guards of the Great Yu Dynasty are indeed quite formidable!"
Its enormous dragon eyes swept across the ravaged battlefield and the overturned prison cart below, finally fixing on the direction of the cart, and it let out a deafening laugh: "Hahaha! Yun Zheng, you brat! Did you really think that hiding in this tortoise shell made by humans would stop me from doing anything to you?"
"Hand over your bloodline and physical body, nurtured for so many years, and for the sake of your mother, I might spare a sliver of your true spirit for reincarnation!"
Before the words were finished, the cyan dragon phantom suddenly swooped down like a meteor from outer space, crashing with destructive force into the overturned steel prison cart with its runes flashing violently!
"boom!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
Each impact shook the earth, and the golden runes on the surface of the prison cart lit up wildly, forming a tough light film that resisted the impact.
Although the impact of the dragon phantom caused the light membrane to fluctuate violently and even crack, it was never completely shattered!
This prison cart was clearly specially crafted, possessing an extremely strong ability to suppress demonic soul power!
"Hmph, a mere trick!"
The Demon King of the Sea roared in anger, his dragon tail lashing out at the light membrane once more, sending up countless fragments of runes and light. The prison cart tumbled, yet remained stubbornly defiant.
Not far away, Xing Daorong slowly straightened up. His somewhat weak blood and demonic power were rising and condensing again at an astonishing speed.
Although the phantom of the Vajra Warrior had dimmed, it had not dissipated, clearly preparing for an even stronger counterattack!
Inside the prison cart, Yun Zheng struggled to lift his head, peering through the gaps in the bars at the futilely crashing dragon phantom in the air. A bitter, mocking smile appeared on his pale face: "Overturning Sea Demon! Save your energy! This cage, forged from 'Soul-Binding Profound Steel,' is specifically designed to suppress the soul and spirit!"
"Your fragmented soul, which has no vessel, cannot pass through here at all! You want my bloodline and physical body? Wishful thinking!"
Once Commander Xing recovers, your fragmented soul will be his merit in battle!
As expected, the impact of the Sea Demon King's split soul was once again blocked by the runes.
Its enormous dragon eyes blazed with even more ferocity, its gaze sweeping across the entire area like lightning. Finally, it snapped its gaze onto Wang Ziteng, who had just struggled to sit up and was anxiously looking toward the prison cart not far away!
"Soul-Forbidden Black Steel? What's so difficult about that!"
The cyan dragon phantom let out a sinister laugh, made a strange maneuver in the air, abandoned the prison cart, and transformed into a streak of cyan light that was indistinguishable to the naked eye, shooting towards Prince Teng!
"Ziteng, watch out—!"
Zhang Yuan's pupils constricted sharply, and he roared hoarsely!
Upon hearing Zhang Yuan's warning, Wang Ziteng instinctively looked up, only to see a devastating blue light rapidly enlarging in his field of vision!
He didn't have time to react at all, and he didn't even feel fear. Just out of instinct, he suddenly opened his arms and used all his strength to lunge at Zhang Yuan next to him, as if he wanted to push him away!
"Get out of the way—!"
However, his movements were as slow as a snail compared to the speed of the Sea Demon King's split soul.
Ignoring his futile attempts to stop it, the blue light instantly pierced into Wang Ziteng's chest!
Wang Ziteng's lunge came to an abrupt halt, his body seemingly frozen in place.
Time seemed to freeze for a moment.
The next moment, "Wang Ziteng" moved his neck slightly, making a teeth-grinding "crack" sound.
He slowly lowered his head, looked at his hands, and then slowly raised his head, his gaze falling on the overturned prison cart.
Those eyes that originally belonged to Wang Ziteng have now been completely replaced by cold, indifferent, and endlessly majestic vertical green pupils!
An aged, domineering voice, completely different from Wang Ziteng's, rang out from his mouth, carrying a hint of satisfaction and cruelty: "Now—that's enough."
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