manynovel Chapter 3304 Lesser Fullness (Late Arrival)
Chapter 3304 Lesser Fullness (Late Arrival)
Yang Rui, who was lying on the ground, bit his tongue hard and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Burning Blood Sacrifice! Swift!"
He burned his own life essence and slowly got up. At the same time, the auras of the Moon Shadow White Tiger, the Four-Winged Yellow Phosphorus Bird, the Four-Eyed Spirit Wolf, and the Iron Spirit Turtle in his spirit ring surged and pounced on the golden-armored puppet.
Hu Xiaoman watched her senior brothers fight so desperately, and saw them fight even if they only had one breath left for her.
The grief in his heart completely transformed into an overwhelming fighting spirit.
She is the Way of Heaven!
She is a celestial fox!
She is Hu Xiaoman!
Hu Xiaoman stood shoulder to shoulder with Chen Heng, who had transformed into a demon god, his left hand radiating a chilling demonic aura and his right hand gleaming with golden light.
She brandished her longsword, each strike imbued with earth-shattering power, her swordplay fierce and aimed directly at Zhou Wenlun's vitals.
Chen Heng became even more ferocious, each of his punches carrying the power of the deep sea's devouring force, specifically targeting the Ghost Lord within Zhou Wenlun's body.
Zhou Wenlun was forced to retreat in defeat.
The Ghost Lord and Heavenly Dao powers within him were already unstable, and now, under the combined attack of the two, they began to show a rejection reaction.
"Damn it! Damn it!"
Zhou Wenlun grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed.
He discovered that Chen Heng was a madman, fighting with a life-or-death mentality.
Each collision tore at Chen Heng's body, but Chen Heng's smile grew increasingly ferocious, as if he felt no pain at all.
The Ghost Lord cursed wildly inside Zhou Wenlun's body: "These lunatics!"
"Everyone around Hu Xiaoman is crazy!"
"She's even crazier than her mother, Yang Susu!"
"Zhou Wenlun, forget about all that. Withdraw half of your power and activate the ancient artifact, the Cosmic Disc!"
"Quickly use the Cosmic Light Disc to suppress them!"
Zhou Wenlun's eyes hardened.
"Cosmic Disc, descend!"
He forcibly diverted a wisp of his mind, attempting to mobilize the cosmic light in the sky to suppress the altar.
However, in that moment of distraction...
The enormous image in the sky trembled violently.
The originally incredibly stable spacetime array developed a very slight crack due to Zhou Wenlun's distracted manipulation.
In the scene, Jun Yichen, who had been fighting hard and was covered in wounds, keenly caught the momentary flaw in his deep, abyss-like eyes.
"It's now!"
In the scene, Jun Yichen lets out a roar that shakes the universe.
Ignoring the corrosive effects of the surrounding poisonous fog, he transformed into a ten-thousand-foot-long black dragon, crashing fiercely into the cracked spatial barrier with unstoppable momentum.
"boom!"
On the altar, Zhou Wenlun was hit by a backlash and coughed up another mouthful of blood.
Hu Xiaoman's eyes sharpened, and the long sword in her hand emerged like a dragon from its cave.
"Pfft!"
The purple-gold longsword pierced Zhou Wenlun's left shoulder, pinning him and the Ghost Lord inside his body together!
The purplish-gold demonic energy surged wildly into the wound, destroying his life force.
"what--!"
Zhou Wenlun let out a shrill scream.
This was not only because of the excruciating pain of being pierced, but also because the purple-gold demonic energy that Hu Xiaoman had poured in was frantically burning the Ghost Lord's soul.
The Ghost Lord struggled wildly in his sea of consciousness, the two consciousnesses began to tear at each other, fighting for control of the body.
"Useless trash, give me your body!"
The Ghost Lord roared in fury.
In an instant, Zhou Wenlun's left half of his face turned pitch black, revealing a blue face with fangs and bulging eyes.
The right half of his face, however, still retained Zhou Wenlun's original gentle appearance, only now it was filled with fear and distortion.
One face, two expressions, it looks extremely eerie.
"Go away!"
Zhou Wenlun (the half controlled by the Ghost Lord) suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a thick cloud of black corpse poison.
This black mist is extremely corrosive; it even caused the space around it to sizzle and crackle.
The black corpse poison mist, like a greedy beast, churned wildly on the altar, turning the white jade railings into pools of bubbling green pus wherever it passed.
Hu Xiaoman and Chen Heng, who had transformed into a demon god, were forced to retreat repeatedly by the stench, and their protective spiritual light emitted a hissing sound under the corrosive effect of the poisonous fog.
A sinister grin spread across Zhou Wenlun's half-human, half-ghost face as he reached out his ghostly left hand, attempting to crush Chen Heng's throat.
At this critical moment.
"Boom--!"
High above, the spatial rift that was already trembling seemed unable to withstand the arrival of some terrifying pressure and completely collapsed.
The sky collapsed, and the Milky Way poured in.
A black dragon, tens of thousands of feet long, roared with earth-shattering force as it burst forth from the turbulent currents of time and space.
Black divine fire burned fiercely on the dragon scales, incinerating all the fragments of space along the way into nothingness.
Immediately following was a pure white sword light, imbued with sanctity.
The light was so intense that it overshadowed the blood-red sun of the Extreme Realm, illuminating the dim world as bright as day.
"Anyone who harms my daughter shall die!"
A loud shout rang out, as if a thunderclap had exploded simultaneously.
Two beams of light, one black and one white, crashed down on the altar at an extreme speed that surpassed the flow of time.
"boom--!"
A terrifying shockwave emanated from the altar and spread wildly in all directions.
The white jade altar, symbolizing the majesty of the heavens, couldn't even hold on for a moment before being shattered in half.
Stone fragments pierced the sky, and smoke and dust obscured the sun.
Zhou Wenlun felt an overwhelming force strike him, and he was thrown away like a kite with a broken string.
It crashed heavily into the ruins thousands of feet away, vomiting a mouthful of black blood.
His eyes widened suddenly, his face filled with terror.
The smoke cleared.
Hu Xiaoman stared blankly at the two figures blocking her way.
The man, dressed in tattered black robes with a deep, bone-revealing wound on his back, now resembled a towering demonic mountain, wielding a bone whip that exuded a vast and desolate aura, staring intently at Zhou Wenlun in the distance.
His murderous aura surged, causing the surrounding air to freeze into frost.
Beside the man, the woman in white, stained with blood, didn't even glance at the powerful enemies around her, nor did she care about the deadly poison in her body.
She turned around and hugged Hu Xiaoman tightly and forcefully.
This long-awaited embrace was so warm that Hu Xiaoman wanted to cry.
“Xiaoman…” Yang Susu’s voice trembled.
She reached out her blood-stained hand and carefully stroked Hu Xiaoman's long hair, as if touching a fragile treasure that had been lost and found again.
"Mother is here... Don't be afraid, Mother is here."
Hu Xiaoman's defenses crumbled at that moment.
She buried her head in her mother's neck, inhaling the familiar, cold fragrance mixed with the smell of blood, and tears streamed down her face: "Mother... I missed you so much..."
"Silly child." Yang Susu's eyes were red.
"It's because my parents are late."
Jun Yichen did not turn around, but the veins on his hand holding the bone whip bulged and his knuckles turned white.
Hearing his wife and daughter crying behind him, his anger had reached its peak.
His face was as cold as ice!
Amidst the ruins, Zhou Wenlun slowly stood up.