Chapter 362: Six outside of six

"You Embers are really troublesome."

In Ji Jue's perception communication, a dull sigh came: "Ran so far, only to clean up a bunch of small fry, not even counting as a warm-up... why not just call me to kill that guy?"

"No need."

Ji Jue shook his head decisively: "It's precisely to cook this dish myself that I've spent so much effort and busied myself for so long; if the play wasn't finished and he died in someone else's hands, wouldn't it be meaningless?"

"Heh, if you really want to explore your own limits, why be so hesitant and full of worries?" the voice sneered, instigating: "Just go up and draw your blade and fight, victory is life, defeat is death, nothing more."

"I'm a craftsman, why would I draw a blade against someone?" Ji Jue asked suspiciously, instantly making the other party silent.

"Speaking of which, do you know the safety regulations for laboratories and factories?"

Ji Jue lowered his eyes to glance at the fighting battlefield, responding slowly: "When disposing of dangerous chemicals and conducting experiments with risks, all regulations and rules will tirelessly tell you that you must make all protections and preparations.

Don't be afraid of trouble; trouble is what's right.

Only in this way can you minimize losses and minimize risks and accidents before changes arrive."

Ji Jue said: "For this kind of dangerous test subject, no amount of caution is too much; otherwise, how can one cook it calmly and avoid waste?"

"Heh, Ember."

The voice seemed to shake its head and sigh, but it provoked another snort.

Ji Jue didn't care at all.

Simply standing far outside the battlefield, appreciating all the changes before his eyes, and even the appearance of his opponent at the end of their rope.

Come on, Pacquiao, no need to worry anymore, just struggle wantonly!

"Let me see your limit..."

Ji Jue sighs lightly, flicking his fingers again.

Immediately, amidst the rain, massive sounds of metal friction burst out.

In the ruins, under the mud, behind broken doors, and even in the coastal warehouse, indicator lights lit up and spread like scarlet pupils.

Tricycles, small vans, trucks, and even motorcycles, the remaining goods in the warehouse, and even those discarded firearms and scrapped equipment...

Countless mechanical creations awakened under the power of the mechanical god, living, hissing, and running wildly, gathering together, just like a metal tide with no end in sight.

o￠〇

Toward the battlefield, dropping the last ton of straw that crushed the situation!

And then, even those pirate ships that were gradually sinking and running aground showed signs of activation and change; the gun turrets and machine guns that had lost response turned their muzzles and began to fire wantonly.

Watching the water ghosts being defeated and fleeing in a mess, after realizing that his plan had failed, Pacquiao's furious expression gradually dissipated.

The face covered in wrinkles and scars gradually calmed down.

As if, having made some kind of determination.

Swallowing this shame of being played in the palm of someone's hand!

"Since that's the case, then let this shame be washed away by your blood!"

Pacquiao whispered, silently declaring: "Great Crowd, no..."

"————Wild! Slaughter! Witness!"

In an instant, those pupils that had turned pitch black no longer had any spirit, only a void like nothingness.

A shattering sound suddenly rang out, so crisp and subtle, yet resounding throughout the battlefield.

Just as if, breaking the shackles!

The aura of sin-tainting was no longer concealed, gushing out from his body, making everyone change color involuntarily.

Raising the blood flag in his hand, the emerald fire that had once covered the sky and earth changed direction eerily, gathering and wrapping around his body in layers.

Wherever it passed, all water ghosts were burned to ashes in the emerald fire, wailing, struggling in vain, and being drained of everything... just like that, they fulfilled their final duty as cannon fodder!

Curved horns slowly emerged from his forehead, pointing diagonally toward the firmament.

Layers of pitch-black scales grew out from under his flesh, covering his whole body, with no weaknesses left, and eerie bat wings stretched out from behind, raised, and opened.

Swallowing all light.

Rebirth form, manifest!

Boom!

Instantly, the Sin-Tainted One broke through the air and descended from the sky!

The remaining walls outside Xinquan collapsed suddenly, and who knows how many buildings cracked in the aftermath.

The devil wrapped in emerald fire descended from the sky, appearing before the arrow formation of the Homecoming Knights!

The bone spear in his hand was raised.

Pointing toward the front.

"Come!"

Slan only felt that the chill was like a tide, swallowing everything!

Do not hesitate, do not avoid; at this time, any retreat would only be seeking his own death. The only thing he could do was accelerate, raising the sacred object flag in his hand again, shouting and roaring.

The blood flames of the bacterial colony surged, gathering on the cavalry spear in his hand; the power of hundreds of Homecoming Knights condensed into one point, thrusting forward fiercely!

Blood and blood, fire and fire.

The instantaneous clash was like a surging sea wave shattering in front of a reef; Slan at the very front had already flown out, falling, half his body ground into mud, the sacred object flag in his hand cracking with a tragic seam.

The blood flame torrent that was originally invincible, now in the head-on collision, actually collapsed and fell apart, chiseled out with a piercing crack, and split into two!

Facing the charge of over a hundred Homecoming Knights head-on, Pacquiao was actually unscathed.

Indifferently shaking off the minced meat and heads on the bone spear in his hand, he stepped forward again.

"Get lost!"

The long spear swung wantonly, crushing a wisp of smoke that extended over, forcing Old Lin out of his spiritualized state; when he retreated in a mess, he could no longer get close.

The sickle in his hand had already appeared with cracks, breaking silently.

"That guy, finally getting serious..."

Unable to feel the pain, the White Deer retreated quickly, dangerously dodging the eerie power that eroded toward him.

As if tangible viscous darkness spread from under Pacquiao's feet, the darkness like silt surged, and wisps of emerald fire rose and fell within it.

Rotten dry bones and shattered corpses emerged from the silt darkness, rising and falling, twitching, squirming, more like dancing; the corpses wept and sobbed, the white bones laughed and sang wildly.

Phosphorus fire and blood flames rose and fell, drifting.

—————【Circle Realm · Abyss of Eternal Darkness and Buried Bones】, hereby unfolded!

Once he decided to go all out, the originally thin aura of the Supreme Good could no longer conceal the sin-tainting pollution like a wild tide; the true face of the Sin-Tainted One · Pacquiao was revealed before everyone's eyes!

This is the evil of sin-tainting catalyzed in the endless tilting, looting, and fighting between the thousand islands, the true choice of the Wild Slaughter!

After all, what is the difference between the Great Crowd and the Wild Slaughter?

Pacquiao didn't care at all, sneering — the same war, the same killing, the same dying like a dog, can you distinguish which is more good and which is more evil?

It's nothing more than dog biting dog, man killing man, eat eat eat, kill kill kill, burn burn burn, die die die!

The corpses of the dead are piled up like mountains, the survivors eat the corpses, stepping on flames and charred corpses, climbing step by step to a higher place; and which corpse is more noble, which corpse is more humble?!

The Great Crowd doesn't care.

Even now, there is not the slightest reduction in the blessing from the Sacrifice Lord!

The sound of bursting was endless.

Just the burning of the phosphorus fire melted all the mechanical creations that surrounded them into iron juice.

In the Long River, the massive Prosperity erupted with a roar, and the hundreds-of-meters-long drive shaft in its hand was thrown fiercely toward this place; amidst the loud noise of breaking through the air, only emerald fire and blood light flashed by, and it broke into two.

Immediately after, a deep crack appeared on the ship's armor, penetrating inside.

Amidst the sparks, fuel seeped out like blood.

Finally, those pitch-black eyes had already looked at Ji Jue on the high building in the distance.

"It's your turn!"

Countless phosphorus fires sprayed out from the silt darkness of the Circle Realm, gathering, turning into a ferocious and eerie giant hand, and amidst the silt, countless skeletons gathered, turning into the shape of a spear.

Thrown fiercely!

Long before that, the alarm from Isis had already sounded.

But Ji Jue remained unmoved.

Amidst the emerald fire torrent whistling over, threads of silver light appeared out of thin air, gathering, blocking in front, but were torn and pierced like layers of thin paper.

And immediately after, the Longshan armor suddenly rose.

Panying slashed, colliding head-on!

In an instant, even the entire Xinquan shook violently, and sounds of explosions rang out from the ground, large amounts of shacks collapsing, dust flying.

The surface of the Longshan armor turned scorching red, dragon blood boiling, the spiritual light on Panying dimmed, like a candle in the wind.

But the gold content of 【Immovable as a Mountain】 was also fully demonstrated; after eating such a terrifying blow head-on, it was actually still able to maintain its original state!

Even Ji Jue was stunned for an instant.

But immediately after, he felt a chill all over.

Being able to block it was not just because the defense of Immovable as a Mountain was too strong... this blow, the opponent didn't pour much power into it at all!

It was simply like a feint to attract attention!

No, from the beginning to now, the eerie changes that appeared on Pacquiao's body had successfully attracted everyone's attention, including his own, which means...

He finally, suddenly realized.

It's a pity, it's too late.

Eerie and hoarse laughter suddenly sounded above the firmament, like a hallucination.

Quiet.

The deathly silence came suddenly; the bleak white mist lingering between the flames of war, the threads of light rain falling from the firmament suddenly stalled, as if time had solidified.

In the dark clouds above the firmament, amidst the flickering of electric light, an indistinct figure hanging high above the firmament was faintly illuminated. At some point, it appeared there, silently accumulating power in everyone's blind spot, until the moment the opportunity arrived, suddenly erupting!

The aura of the Great Sin · Ghost Frost was revealed, merging into the ten thousand miles of dark clouds, as if a formless big mouth had opened, swallowing all the thunder above Xinquan.

Even the flames on the earth were frozen by the bleak white amidst terrified swaying.

The vast Xinquan, as if falling into an ice cellar.

All the heat was drained away, greedily devoured; in the end, at the fingertips of that eerie human figure, it gathered into a drop of pitch-black flame, as if the collapse and condensation of all destruction in the world.

Amidst the laughter, the annihilation fire capable of completely evaporating most of Xinquan shot out, like light and electricity.

Toward Ji Jue!

However, the more regrettable thing is that Ji Jue only understood a little late, and he...

Well, he laughed a little early.

"There really is a 'Number Six'!"

Without any warning, a sighing voice sounded behind that figure, full of regret: "What a pity, even if a wolf had come..."

In the firmament, in a narrow shadow that the intersecting lightning could not illuminate, a figure suddenly crossed a long distance, jumping and appearing out of thin air.

Close at hand.

When the self-satisfied Sin-Tainted One finally discovered it, he felt a finger gently resting on the back of his head.

And then, what was displayed was the pinnacle of...

Hunting Finger... Flying Light! ===== CHAPTER 363 =====

Hunting Finger... Flying Light!