Chapter 388: Blood and Death

The sound of a bubble bursting rang out.

When everyone turned back in shock, they only saw the fallen Tainted one; as his heart beat for the last time, blood-color accumulated from the wound on his back, spraying, dancing.

It landed on that broken smiling face, winding silently.

Against the backdrop of threads of crimson, that smile seemed so peaceful, just like a gap.

The wind blowing from the crack was the wind of hell.

Time seemed to stagnate.

In the instant before they could think, what was faster than shock, bewilderment, and fear was the instinct cultivated through countless killings and struggles.

Before they could think, they had already drawn their swords!

However, before their instincts, Ji Jue had already raised his hand, pointing

toward the altar, issuing a decree!

Thus, under the intermittent fierce light, the vast Tower of Audience shook violently; countless spiritual quality circuits instantly overloaded and operated, without thinking, gathering all power, brewing and transforming; the defense module operated in overload, spraying out thousands of scorching and dazzling thunderous fierce lights.

Like countless sharp blades piercing out suddenly, the torrent of electricity easily tore through the altar and even the wreckage upon it, spraying and spreading, raging and flowing, instantly swallowing the entire top of the tower.

The high temperature raging above the flames spread, breaking through the suppression of Heaven Origin, swallowing everyone within it.

Including Ji Jue.

The necklace he had just looted was cruelly catalyzed in his palm, colliding head-on with countless thunderbolts, forcibly prying open a gap.

At the same time, Ji Jue's second finger raised, pointing.

Toward everyone in the thunderous fierce light.

The Poison Heart Ring on his ring finger glowed with dreamlike light; the Banshee Shadow rose again, opened its mouth, and roared at everyone present!

The spiritual quality surged and vibrated; purple-black ripples shot out, echoing in this tiny space under Ji Jue's suppression, back and forth without end.

Under the raging thunder, everyone who sensed the crisis still instinctively wanted to prop up their defenses, but couldn't help but have their eyes go black, drowned by the spiritual quality impact that made no distinction between them.

In an instant, faces swelled to a dark purple, nearly bursting on the spot.

The momentary spiritual quality disorder was enough to be completely swallowed and covered by the raging thunder; screams and wails erupted from the roar, incessant.

"—Halt!"

A shout suddenly erupted from the impact of thunder and spiritual quality, like a pillar in the middle of a stream, instantly stabilizing the situation.

For those of the Metamorphosis and Deep Abyss lineage, there was no such thing as a situation they couldn't react to—under the blessing of 【Transcendent Vision】, any terrifying sudden change or crisis could be frozen in consciousness the moment it happened, and after fully understanding the situation, they could make a response!

In the time slowed down without limit, the leader monk of Wulou Temple stepped forward suddenly; while shouting, fierce light erupted from his eyes.

A Vajra chant, forcibly boosting his spirit, catalyzing spiritual quality, and then threads of dreamlike white smoke intertwined out of thin air, rising from his shell.

Soul manifestation.

Wulou Temple Secret Transmission · 【Zhuo Huo Ding】!

The soul transcended and sublimated from the flesh, manifesting as smoke, and under the flow and gathering of the blessing, formed a bright treasure pearl above his head, releasing light.

Under the illumination of those rays of light, the spiritual quality impact of thunder and poison heart suddenly stalled, as if slowed down a thousand times; all external evils could not enter!

Except for Ji Jue...

Because he was already close at hand!

The moment the shout sounded, Pure Jun spirit operated, Blessing Chain · 【Superb Skill】, activated!

Under the blessing of the same Transcendent Vision, the fully metamorphosed flesh was forcibly transformed by the mechanical godhood, catalyzed, and arrived in a flash!

"Hum!"

The monk's soul manifested as smoke shouted decisively, silent and soundless, yet a thunder-like auditory hallucination exploded in the perception of every soul.

Under the blessing of the Vajra chant, he boosted his power again; amidst the transformation of the Deep Abyss true essence, he manifested from the spiritual quality impact and stabbed out!

Thought arrived!

Forcibly causing all spiritual quality techniques to collapse and return to nothingness, the spiritual quality impact known as 'all dharmas are silent' acted upon Ji Jue's soul the moment it locked onto him.

No process, no accumulation, and no buffer!

And no effect.

The moment it collided with the Pure Jun within his soul, it dissipated without a trace, completely useless, not even able to delay him for a single bit.

Then, the monk saw that blood-stained smiling face suddenly raise, staring at the location of his soul.

The other hand reached out from the long sleeve; when it raised, it revealed that thread of familiar bronze light.

That was his... Vajra pestle!

No, it was Ji Jue's now.

Shock? Fear? Despair?

How many ripples did the state of mind that was like dead water and withered wood stir up the moment it was broken? Even he himself could no longer count.

Before the darkness struck, the last thought that appeared was only one...

It's over.

BOOM!!!

Without any resistance or hesitation, the Wulou Temple secret transmission vajra pestle, under the violent cracking of the dissociation technique, didn't even have the qualification to go on strike.

Forcibly infused with spiritual quality, catalyzed, and without mercy, it overloaded the heirloom treasure.

Black light glowed on the Wrathful Mother Three-Pronged Wisdom Pestle.

Smashed down on the head!

Dodging, defense, spiritual quality impact, present world revision—nothing was useful anymore; that was a treasure created specifically to target all soul changes.

The only effect it possessed was one—breaking through illusions, repelling evil hearts, the 'head-on stick shout'!

The iron stick smashed down on the head!

The soul manifested as smoke shattered like light smoke, the treasure pearl above his head wailed and cracked, and amidst the loud noise, the monk's head burst on the spot under the head-on strike of the vajra pestle!

Blood mist sprayed and rose.

Then, the spiritual quality impact and thunder that had stalled for a moment swept and raged, eroding.

The sound of shattering and wailing was incessant.

And Ji Jue's figure had already disappeared from the spot, dodging the sharp claws instinctively stabbed by the Bai Lu beside him in extreme pain, flashing out of thin air; under the transformation of feathering and returning to truth, his body was forcibly spiritual-quality-ized and traveled through in an instant.

Originally, such a spiritual quality leap could not carry other sundries, but now, all items were forcibly connected within by the blessing of 【Dominion Axis】, regarded as part of Ji Jue's body.

What remained in place to be torn apart, and then turned into ashes in the thunder, was only half a face mask that had been discarded, and a filthy long robe.

In an instant, Ji Jue had already barged into the very core; the Frost Tainted one standing in the protection had just raised his hand, only to see that hollow smiling face.

Subconsciously, he screamed.

But immediately after, the scream came to an abrupt end.

The poison blade in Ji Jue's other hand pierced through his throat, swung horizontally, blood fell into the thunder light and evaporated, and a head had already flown high.

His figure flashed like a ghost.

Accompanied by the terrifying consumption of his own spiritual quality, the Hanxiang Mirror's insight was fully opened, illuminating everything, looking down at every spiritual quality change and blessing operation.

Easily taking all the accumulation and pre-swing of all abilities into his eyes, and then, amidst the acceleration and flashing of Pure Jun, he calmly struck at the weak points, defeating them one by one.

The moment he beheaded him, the vajra pestle in his hand was thrown backward without looking back, blocking the flying dart thrown by the Bai Lu Tainted one.

The poison blade in his other hand was thrown, breaking through the air, piercing into the leader's heart; the poison blade's cracking spread its final power, and the fierce poison spread from the flesh and soul, rapidly rotting and decaying.

In the other's hand, the treasure that had just been taken out fell powerlessly to the ground; losing its guidance, the activation was interrupted.

Under the control of Lord Wuyou on the other end, wanting to operate and react on its own, it was pulled by the silver thread flicked from Ji Jue's sleeve, falling into his spread five fingers.

In an instant, reduced to ashes.

Not only that, following the flick of Ji Jue's fingers, the iron pieces stored close to the body like life-saving charms in the bosoms of all the living and dead present suddenly glowed with silver light—explosion!

This was the last straw that broke the camel's back.

In less than a second, after experiencing the raging of thunder, the impact of resentful spiritual quality, Ji Jue's deliberate targeting, and the fierce attack on the vital points, in the blink of an eye, blood and broken limbs flew into the air amidst the dissipating electric light, and then fell.

No more sound.

Only the last one remained.

Just behind Ji Jue, the Ruin that had taken all the damage roared, rising shakily, wanting to fight to the death, when immediately after, it stiffened in place.

It saw a finger that had long been hovering before its forehead.

Like a dragonfly touching water.

Touching and separating.

Snap!

Where the fingertip touched, a tiny crack quietly bloomed.

Then, the sound of collapse, peeling, cracking, and spraying was incessant; amidst the muffled sound, a large crack spread on its back, and beneath the crack, blood water sprayed out like a tide!

In that gentle point, under the spiritual quality control and operation of Pure Jun, a thread of spiritual quality dissipated, quietly permeating through thousands of threads, merging into the Ruin's body, and then gathering again from within the fragile body.

It was as if it had manifested out of thin air.

Then, the scarlet and ferocity of Panying revealed itself from within, erupting!

The high distance of Pure Jun, the ferocity of Panying, the two combined into one, completing the permeation and transformation between gathering and dispersing, like a bomb, erupting and spreading!

Two swords among the Nine Types, combined and changed from a single finger; under the application of the dissociation technique, they penetrated deep into the interior without any holes, erupting with terrifying damage dozens of times higher.

—Dissociation Technique · Jingzhen!

Amidst the muffled sound, the Ruin convulsed and fell.

It tried hard to raise its head to see that face clearly, but it was hard to distinguish.

It only saw those eyes without any fluctuation.

From beginning to end, pitch-black.

The giant face roared.

Scarlet eyes opened one by one from the face, looking at Lord Wuyou. Lord Wuyou's body was shaking violently, flashing, as if there was network latency.

Clearly, there was a moment when it was torn apart, bones and flesh turned into mud, but the next instant, the body returned to normal, unscathed.

Beheading, car-splitting, waist-chopping, lingering death...

Various punishments constantly descended from the giant face's look down, yet he was unscathed, only his face becoming uglier and uglier. And at this moment, in a remote area of the Infinite Sea outside the Rift Realm, disaster descended without warning.

In the town under the night curtain, a shrill scream spread incessantly.

The sleepy child was torn apart; the fisherman night-fishing on the boat was cut in half; the pot in the kitchen was boiling, cooking the head that had suddenly fallen from the woman's neck.

The beer that had just been picked up fell to the ground, foaming and merging into the blood water.

A tragedy like a nightmare spread rapidly without warning, instantly turning the entire island into a human hell. Then the next, and the next—as if endless.

Lord Wuyou's face was pale, the darkness of the Tiger Talisman hovering above his head surged; in the mud, one figure after another rose like walking corpses, writhing, catalyzing blessings and abilities, as if puppets replacing him to resist the power of the giant face, and even the shadow of the wall of death.

And when he sensed that his subordinates at the other end of the talisman had suddenly lost response, and even the treasures and talismans he had bestowed had disappeared, he could no longer restrain his anger, urging: "Xie He, what are you still dragging your feet for!"

"Lord Wuyou, stay calm, I'll be there soon!"

Xie He led the team, rushing from the other end toward the lost Tower of Audience; black lines entwined on the bandages, and then broke rapidly.

Moving fast.

But the distance was still too long.

Slow as a turtle crawling. ===== CHAPTER 389 =====