Chapter 287

Gods, no matter how powerful, are ultimately born in this world, born in this world, and their power origin is stained with the aura of this world.

If they really intervene in it, if they are not careful, it is easy to cause the characteristics of the Talent World to collapse; at that time, for the entire Talent World, it would undoubtedly be a huge disaster.

Therefore, this kind of thing can only rely on people to explore constantly.

The old man was also very clear about this; after hearing it, he couldn't help but sigh and ask, "Of course I know this, otherwise I wouldn't have come over so anxiously wanting to see the kid you mentioned."

"The final day is coming; the closer it is to such a time, the more sensitive the world itself is compared to us, and the easier it is to give birth to some miracle existences that can lead the entire world."

"I want to see if he is the so-called miracle."

"A miracle, huh? Perhaps."

The old Principal smiled, his gaze flickering, and said in a very soft voice, "But to tell the truth, I have an inexplicable confidence in him."

"This confidence was given to me by the confidence on his body."

"Perhaps, he really is that miracle?"

"In fact, those few adults have also cast their gaze on him, but..."

Speaking of this, the old Principal seemed to have thought of something and shook his head again, not continuing.

The old man didn't care.

Perhaps he also knew something.

Regarding this.

Chen Ang naturally didn't know.

Inside the Rift Battlefield.

That dark underground space.

Death mist shrouded everything here.

A stock of Dao rhyme shrouded Chen Ang, letting Chen Ang fall into an immersive state of epiphany.

In this state, time passed quietly like a white horse passing a crack....

240: Overlord Spear cultivated, Wan Xingta attacks.

"The Hand of Death, the main thing is the power of death within it."

"If mastered sufficiently skillfully, it is enough to let the power of death erode the enemy's body, and even spirit and life, the moment the Hand of Death grabs the enemy, making them die instantly."

"My control of the power of death can be considered okay, but it definitely cannot be considered extremely skillful."

"..."

Chen Ang closed his eyes slightly, immersed in comprehension.

He didn't even notice the passage of time.

Or rather, the difficulty of the Hand of Death was the greatest among all the skills Chen Ang had learned so far.

Even Spirit Guard couldn't compare.

As for the Dragon Fist, that was another matter.

The Dragon Fist was not learning, but creation.

Therefore, the improvement of the Hand of Death required more time than ever before.

But fortunately, the duration of the Enlightenment Tree leaf was longer.

It even made Chen Ang more immersed in the epiphany.

This is a mysterious state; in this state, as long as one is not disturbed, even if the effect of the Enlightenment Tree leaf passes, Chen Ang would not exit this state in a short time.

This is also the reason why Chen Ang chose to take the Enlightenment Tree leaf in this dark underground space.

One day.

Two days.

Three days.

Chen Ang felt as if he couldn't feel hunger.

It was just that the death aura shrouding his body became increasingly rich.

No.

Or rather, more pure.

It was the ultimate power of death.

This pure power of death was completely capable of reaching the point where ordinary people would die upon contact.

What was even more terrifying was that in the death mist, vaguely looking around, the rich power of death gathered, turning into giant hands waving.

Every Hand of Death had terrifying power.

After a long while.

Swish.

An aura erupted from Chen Ang's body.

Chen Ang opened his eyes, a sliver of brilliance flashing by.

If someone were here, noticing Chen Ang's pupils at this moment, they would inevitably feel fear.

Those were pitch-black pupils, unable to see any white of the eye, completely occupied by the power of death, and vaguely, there was an inexplicable domineering aura emanating, making people afraid to look at them.

"Hoo."

Taking a deep breath, Chen Ang raised his right hand, and after it was covered in dragon scales, it flowed again.

One could clearly see the Death Dragon Soldier condensing in his palm, which was a long spear covered in pitch-black dragon scales, exuding a dead silence aura.

Suddenly.

Hum—

As Chen Ang's heart stirred.

A blood-colored aura, as if lightning, erupted, like a dragon snake in his palm, winding toward the shaft of the Death Dragon Soldier, until the tip of the spear.

Subsequently, there was even the power of death appearing, winding around it, gathering at the tip of the spear.

Chen Ang's power.

Skills.

And so on.

Everything, all gathered at the tip of the spear.

Making this Death Dragon Soldier just quietly held in Chen Ang's hand, yet also exuding an astonishing aura.

That was a domineering aura to the extreme; ordinary people, just by looking at it, would produce a heart of submission.

Overlord Spear.

It was done.

Hand of Death.

It was also improved.

This was Chen Ang's harvest over the past three days.

At this moment, feeling the aura winding around the dragon spear, Chen Ang couldn't help but hook the corners of his mouth, revealing an excited expression.

Standing up, Chen Ang held the dragon spear and waved it suddenly.

He didn't attack a wall in this underground space.

But just the fluctuation produced when waving it actually made the underground space tremble crazily.

As if it were about to collapse.

"Hoo."

"Overlord Spear, paired with my Death Dragon Soldier, is indeed powerful, almost allowing my combat power to increase by another fold on the original basis."

Very terrifying.

And the Hand of Death.

Proficiency improved, reaching mastery, and it was even integrated into Chen Ang's death domain.

It was just that there was no opportunity now, otherwise Chen Ang really wouldn't mind demonstrating the power of his Hand of Death now.

Taking out his phone and looking at the time, Chen Ang smiled lightly. "Three days, huh? This epiphany time can be considered long enough."

"However, it seems that it might get longer and longer in the future; after all, the stronger the strength, the more difficult it is to comprehend abilities; it's no wonder those powerhouses close up for months or even years or decades."

Shaking his head, Chen Ang walked toward the direction he came from.

He was also preparing to leave and continue exploring.

When he climbed out of the passage. ===== CHAPTER 288 =====