232 Nine Hundred Thousand Mountains
As soon as he finished speaking, a cold glint appeared, and an unseen figure descended from the sky, like a roc soaring high above. The whistling wind abruptly stopped, and the blade illuminated the space before him.
All he could see was a blinding light, a single slash, a dazzling, piercing blade of light, a whistling sound like thunder. A series of booming sounds erupted as the blade pierced through the spotted python's neck in an instant, severing the human figure in two, the shadows parting sharply and diagonally.
The speed was so fast that it almost exceeded the perception of all the creatures present, so fast that it was almost a line. Then, the huge snake head crashed to the ground, and the three-zhang-tall snake body fell to the ground, blood flowing all over the ground and gushing out.
Snake blood gushed out, spraying all over Huang Dalang's face. Xiong Laoda, on high alert, suddenly began to retreat and quickly disappeared.
Suddenly, without using true qi, the spiritual energy here repelled him, and the flow of true qi was restricted. Relying on his own strength, the titanium-level divine bell shield, and his incomparably powerful physical strength, he was comparable to the overwhelming power of thunder.
Swift as lightning, its speed defies conventional measurement. Like lightning ripping through the night sky, it covers several miles in an instant, its true form impossible to detect.
In an instant, time seemed to be transcended, and space was shattered. From one point to another, it was completed in a flash, leaping over the barriers of space. In a split second, the flash of the blade was what had happened after the blade had passed.
It rushed forward at high speed, and in front of it, the monsters seemed to freeze, completely still. After it passed, the monsters were split in two, or their heads were separated from their bodies, and they died.
At this moment, Xiong Laoda didn't care about saving face, dominating the Hundred Thousand Mountains, or ruling the land alone. He fled as fast as he could, wishing he could sprout wings and fly into the sky.
In the blink of an eye, just ten feet away, a flash of silver light appeared, and the ground was covered in silver light. A blade of light, fast as lightning, swept past his chest. The burly figure was sent flying, his upper body flying out, leaving his lower body behind. He ran three steps and fell to the ground, unable to get up.
With a swift swing of the longsword, a blinding light shot up, as bright as a dazzling silver dragon. Before Huang Dalang could react, a figure and a blade descended upon his forehead, instantly cleaving his body in two.
The surrounding flowers and plants were soaked. Yesterday, people were killed, eaten, cooked, fried, and devoured alive. Today, broken in two, there's nothing to be ashamed of.
Faster and faster, the speed is increasing again and again, so fast that even the mind is somewhat sluggish, so fast that even the wind stops, space and time can't keep up, but the body is so strong that it can still keep up.
In an instant, it can reach any place and launch countless attacks in an instant, transforming into electricity and light at this moment.
The other demonic beasts had just blinked and were about to flee when, in the next instant, their heads flew off and their bodies landed on the ground. The wish of standing in the void for many years had truly come true today. This was truly the last time the demonic body could see itself so clearly. So this is what I look like.
At this moment, in the forest, amidst the lush and verdant Ten Thousand Mountains, tens of thousands of massive troops, stretching for miles, surrounded the area from all directions.
At this moment, the shocking carnage and the fear of death rose from the depths of one's soul. A scream rang out, "Run! Run away quickly, as far as possible, hurry!"
The sound of death carried swiftly. The demon beast, bewildered, hesitated as it turned to leave, when a figure flashed past like lightning, moving at incredible speed. Afterimages remained in place, and in an instant, thousands of identical figures appeared.
The figure wielded a massive blade, its surface gleaming with a cold, white light, as if it were the Grim Reaper himself, a silent executioner. Without hesitation, he swung the blade forward, the blade's energy instantly tearing through the air with a series of whistling sounds.
Immediately afterwards, it vanished from its spot, leaving only an afterimage, but the blade light split off at an astonishing speed, transforming into thousands of blade lights that instantly slashed at the surrounding enemies.
At that moment, the light of the blade illuminated the entire top of the monster's head, and the area within several miles seemed to be covered by the light, like a meteor shower in the night sky, so beautiful, yet so deadly.
A series of screams rang out—the dying howls of the demonic beasts slain by the flashing blades. Demonic beasts devoured humans, humans devoured demonic beasts, a never-ending cycle, without regard for right or wrong; survival of the species was paramount, so what was right or wrong?
If we are truly at fault, then we deserve to possess wisdom; without wisdom, what would be the point of feeling sorrow!
Hordes of demonic beasts fell, like bamboo stalks cut by a scythe, one after another. Mountains of corpses and blood, men and swords never stopped, a machine of speed, a raging force, a merciless killing machine.
The demonic beasts were torn apart, a blood-red mass obscuring human figures and offering no resistance. Within their bodies, a power seemed to awaken, possessing extreme speed and unparalleled strength.
The true qi was constantly generated and flowing rapidly, its power originating from the cells and seemingly inexhaustible, allowing the physical body to shatter the entire battlefield.
Until the last demonic beast fell, this place seemed to be a desolate and lifeless wasteland, silent and still, with blood flowing everywhere, like rivers of blood. There was no life, no sound, only endless silence and cruelty.
The sky was a gloomy gray, and the moon was dim, shrouded in a thin layer of blood-red mist. A thick, nauseating stench filled the air, making it feel suffocating.
At this moment, all he could hear was his own heartbeat and breathing; there was the sound of the wind, but no birdsong, only the echoing of his own footsteps. He was quickly gathering the corpses of the fifth and sixth-tier demonic beasts.
In the sky, Wei Ming, the Fifth Elder, was so frightened that he forgot to breathe and forget to maintain his flight. He suddenly fell from the sky, the cold wind and the threat of death jolting him back to his senses.
Their mouths opened and closed, too terrified to utter a sound. They had seen death before, but never anything so cruel. The earth seemed to be washed and submerged by a red flood, a sea of red everywhere. The mountains and fields were covered in a vibrant, dazzling red.
He Chen didn't bother to check the kill points; too many had already passed by, so he simply ignored them. He muttered, "Add points, Divine Bell Shield."
Since there is such pressure here, it is probably possible elsewhere. If the circulation and absorption of spiritual energy stagnates, those who are lucky enough to survive will rely on the divine bell shield.
The moment the skill was added, everything went smoothly. A gentle breeze seemed to rise around them as the sword spirit left their body. It was incredibly beautiful, dressed in a short shirt and shorts, adorned with gold and silver trim. It could even change clothes.
Three and a half feet tall, wielding a gentleman's sword taller than himself, he rose into the air and surveyed the surroundings.
At this moment, immersed in the enhancement of the mind, every cell slowly transforms from the strength of titanium to the strength of diamond, becoming incomparably hard, as if it were the pinnacle of humankind, the hardest of all things.
Each drop of blood was crystal clear, transforming the entire body. At this moment, reborn from a single drop of blood, it was an avatar, surviving independently. The body seemed to have become even more mysterious. Its eyes shone with a profound light, as if they could see through everything.
Its speed increased rapidly, seemingly losing its physical form and becoming a phantom. Swords and blades could not harm it in the slightest. The Three Thousand Feet Divine Bell Shield was so powerful, like an impenetrable wall of copper and iron in the human world.
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