Those orange-red whips lashed out from all directions like divine punishment, their oppressive force freezing the entire space, leaving no way to escape.
"Brother Zu, be careful!" Fireworks hurriedly flashed behind Zu An, using her back to block the most tricky-angled whip for him.
Snap!
The whip struck her back, tearing her clothes apart and sending flesh flying. Her once fair skin was now charred black, as if burned by fire.
At this moment, several more whips lashed out. Zu An was startled and quickly pulled her into his arms, dodging and weaving continuously.
There were only eight whips, but at this moment they seemed to fill the entire world, and even with Zu An's agility and special skills, he couldn't help but struggle to defend himself.
More importantly, the chains beneath his feet were also whips, undulating like waves, making it impossible for Zuan to stand steadily. He could only jump back and forth on these chains.
In the blink of an eye, he was forced into a corner by the whips, and could only try his best to hold Yan Hua in his arms, using his own body to help her bear these whips that felt like divine punishment.
Snap!
Just one strike from Zuan sent a sharp pain through him. It wasn't just physical pain, but a pain that went straight to his soul. Every hair on his body stood on end.
He has suffered countless injuries and endured countless lashes throughout his life.
The most memorable example is the Howling Whip, which used to be used to summon pain, but now the pain caused by this whip is a thousand times, ten thousand times greater than that of the Howling Whip!
Even with his unwavering resolve, he couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.
Not to mention fireworks with their delicate skin.
Several other whips lashed out, and he hurriedly used the "Traces of History" technique bestowed upon him by the God of Memory, causing a long river of history, dotted with starlight, to suddenly appear around him.
The fireworks in his arms blinked, seemingly captivated by this beautiful river of history.
Those orange-red whips, like divine punishment, lashed out and disappeared into the long river of history.
Zuan immediately breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that even the attacks of such terrifying demonic spiders in the past had been blocked, so blocking these attacks shouldn't be a problem.
But the next second his eyes widened, because the whips seemed to have traveled from the river of history and struck him directly, almost killing him.
What are these whips? Why can't they even stop the flow of history? You know, the flow of history often lasts for tens of thousands of years, or even longer.
Can this whip transcend time?
He had no time to think about these things at this moment. He could only endure the whips while using them as leverage to jump – he had already tested it and found that without the chains, it was impossible to fly above this rift valley.
But no matter how well he could dodge, he couldn't withstand the endless whip shadows that filled the sky.
Soon, the only thing they could do was try their best not to fall into the chasm and endure the lashes of the orange-red whips.
While circulating the Gluttonous Devouring Heaven Technique to absorb the destructive power, he also circulated the Primordial Chaos Scripture to repair his injuries.
Even so, he had reached his limit; the pain that came from the depths of his soul was simply too unbearable.
She felt a drop of blood splatter onto her face as she held the firework in her arms. She looked up at the man who was tightly protecting her, and saw his handsome face contorted with pain. She could even smell the burnt flesh on his skin. For a moment, she was lost in thought.
"Why are you so good to me?" she whispered.
Zaun was completely unable to respond at this point, and didn't even hear what she was saying, because his will was on the verge of collapse.
Just then, some golden tortoise shell phantoms suddenly appeared around him. Isabella, who was on the cliff, was rummaging through her bag for treasures, providing him with one piece of defensive armor after another.
With her help, Zuan immediately felt the pressure ease and finally had time to think about how to break the deadlock.
Watching the eight chains extend from the endless void, lashing incessantly towards this side.
A thought struck him, and as a chain lashed out in front of him, he seized the opportunity to grab it. Then, as the chain pulled back, he was thrown along with the fireworks.
He wanted to use the chains themselves to cross to the other side!
Unfortunately, the other chains suddenly lashed out at him, giving him no chance to get past.
If they don't let go, they will be whipped into pieces by the chains on the spot.
Left with no other choice, he could only let go and retreat, but a strange look appeared on his face because of the moment he had just grasped the chain.
He suddenly discovered that there was a skill he could learn on the chains—the Eight Desolate Prison Suppressing Mystic Array!
A sudden realization flashed through his mind: this must be an array formed by eight chains. If he could learn it, he should be able to control these eight chains; otherwise, he would surely be whipped to death by this array.
He naturally wanted to learn, but seeing the astronomical number of zeros required for anger points, Zaun couldn't help but feel a sense of despair.
But the next second, he saw a system notification on the keyboard. Because he possessed the "Great Canon of Life and Death in the Netherworld" and had some inexplicable connection with this formation, the required rage points were greatly reduced, directly changing from an astronomical number that was impossible to achieve to just one million rage points.
However, even this million anger points is impossible for Zaun, because he only has a few anger points left, far from enough to reach a million.
Are we destined to be whipped to death by this formation?
As the whips seemed to come carrying the shadow of death, Zaun suddenly had a flash of inspiration and shouted to Isabella at the edge of the cliff, "Do you have any magical artifacts that can provide soul power?"
Over the years, he has gradually come to understand that anger is actually the extracted power of the soul. A person's emotions fluctuate the most when they are angry, and the power of the soul is also the easiest to extract.
With the vastness of the myriad worlds, the Universal Chamber of Commerce, with its immense power, is likely aware of soul power.
Isabella, who was initially at a loss for what to do, hurriedly responded to his call, "Yes!"
Without saying a word, she directly pulled a black card from her small bag. No one knows how she did it, but the card appeared in Zu'an's hand the next second.
Zuan was taken aback, because this card looked exactly like a credit card from his previous life, only the material was a little different. This thing could provide soul power?
However, he had no time to think too much and directly used the ability of the skill system to learn the "Eight Desolate Prison Suppressing Mystic Array".
All the anger points he had accumulated were instantly cleared, and he felt as if his soul was about to be pulled out. At this moment, the black credit card in his hand suddenly emitted a light, as if swiping a card, directly paying off the remaining anger points.
Before Zuan could even marvel at the credit card's magic, a diagram appeared in his mind, and then he had a sudden realization.
He quickly formed hand seals and chanted obscure incantations, causing the whips that were being lashed out to suddenly freeze in mid-air.
The runes on the chains began to rearrange and flicker, and the orange-red light gradually faded, replaced by a soft glow.
In the blink of an eye, the chains were laid back on both sides of the rift valley, and a transparent light curtain appeared between the chains, forming a bright bridge leading into the distance.
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