Chapter 1421: Pu Guizong in Desperate Straits

Pu Guizong in Desperate Straits

Outside the South Sea Domain.

Monstrous waves smashed against the dense, high walls of text, letting out an ear-shattering roar. Shattered brushstrokes sprinkled across the sky like a rain of ink, yet before they could even hit the ground, they were frozen into ice.

An aged figure streaked across the horizon like a kite with a broken string, smashing heavily onto the devastated turtle shell!

Thud——!!

Fragments flew in all directions. Pu Guizong violently spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his face as pale as paper.

"Is this... the might of a World-Ending Calamity?"

Pu Guizong looked at his hands, which had already been corroded by eerie curses, and laughed bitterly. "If I were thirty years younger, perhaps I could still entangle with it for a while longer... What a pity..."

An eerie giant shadow of the deep sea slowly sketched itself out from the water mist and frost covering the earth. The terrifying aura of World-Ending swept across, and lantern-like eyes as massive as the sun stared fixedly at Pu Guizong on the turtle shell...

In that era of the Great Cataclysm hundreds of years ago, were the monsters the Nine Monarchs of humanity had to fend off actually like this??

Pu Guizong's gaze passed through the shattered turtle shell and looked inside the South Sea Domain.

The current South Sea Domain had already completely fallen. Everywhere was filled with Calamities of the Forbidden Sea rampaging wildly. Only an extremely small number of Pu Family members and high-tier combat forces were still bitterly holding on...

Pu Guizong knew that the South Sea Domain was already finished.

The best possible outcome next would be for these high-tier combat forces to board the final domain train in time, break through the encirclement, leave the South Sea Domain, and preserve more combat power for humanity.

However, judging from the number of Calamities currently inside the South Sea Domain, this possibility was extremely slim.

How many Eighth-Tier Calamities were there in the Forbidden Sea?

Ten? Fifteen?

Twenty??

Pu Guizong could no longer count them clearly. He only knew that perhaps even if all the Eighth-Tiers in the human domains were added together, there wouldn't be as many as in the Forbidden Sea... Moreover, regardless of the outcome for those high-tier combat forces, he, Pu Guizong, would not be able to escape the South Sea Domain today.

He was already too old. Without the support of the "Scholarly Aura" from the Ancient Archive of Books, he fundamentally couldn't maintain basic life signs. And now, with the Calamity of Taboo glaring like a tiger watching its prey, it was impossible for it to leave him a path of survival.

"Is there any meaning in you going through so much trouble to attack the human domains?"

Pu Guizong looked at the slowly approaching Calamity of Taboo, speaking in a deep voice. "With the Red Star's Return imminent, I know you want to flee the Gray World... But if you kill me, this domain will also be gradually swallowed by the Gray World. Just how long can you eke out a living?"

Under Pu Guizong's questioning, the Calamity of Taboo didn't have the slightest intention of responding. It should be said that even if it wanted to respond, it completely didn't speak human language. It merely used its massive, lantern-like eyes to gaze at Pu Guizong who was nearing his limit, its enormous body inching closer towards him...

A scalding burning sensation struck his hands. Pu Guizong lowered his head to look. Those eerie curses covering his hands were continuously spreading along his skin.

Pu Guizong could sense that he was gradually losing control of his hands. Even his palms, covered in curses, had begun to squirm eerily. Every single hand was actually splitting from the center, regrowing new black fingers, palm prints, and even nails, dividing from two hands into "four hands" like an octopus!

Pu Guizong's face was incomparably ugly. Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately spoke:

"When a viper first stings the hand, a brave warrior severs the wrist!"

Swish——!!

Two ink shadows streaked through nothingness. Pu Guizong's "four hands" were cleanly severed at the roots. Just as scarlet fresh blood was about to spray out, two large characters locked the wounds at the severed ends:

[Stop Bleeding].

Although Pu Guizong could use "text" to create rules, those four palms he had severed had clearly already escaped his control.

He saw that those four pieces of flesh and blood peeled from his body were dividing at an astonishing speed. Four became eight, eight became sixteen... Their numbers increased, and their sizes decreased. But what happened in the next second was what truly made Pu Guizong incomparably horrified!

Sixteen small hands covered in curses simultaneously pointed at Pu Guizong, and sixteen tiny "Shatter" characters surfaced from nothingness!

Bang, bang, bang——!!

Sixteen attacks piercing through nothingness erupted simultaneously. Even though Pu Guizong's reaction was already very fast, dodging the vast majority of the attacks, he was still hit twice. His thigh and shoulder were instantly dripping with blood...

This flesh and blood that had divided from his body could actually use the power that originally belonged to him?!

Before Pu Guizong could recover from his shock, the next, even greater piece of bad news entered his vision.

He saw that the spots pierced by those two attacks were slowly surfacing new curse outlines bit by bit...

"What kind of disgusting ability is this?!" Pu Guizong only felt his scalp go numb.

He could sever his hands, and he could also sever his thigh and shoulder... But next time, what if the Calamity of Taboo attacked his head or chest?

In front of the Calamity of Taboo, any physical matter touched by it seemed as if infected by some kind of curse virus, beginning to divide and degenerate like an eerie organism. Even a Ninth-Tier demigod couldn't be spared.

BOOM——!!

Just as Pu Guizong attempted to resist the curse corrosion, a mass of Thought Storm exploded from nothingness. Pu Guizong's mind went blank for an instant!

It was within this brief interval that the Calamity of Taboo's thick black organ, which resembled both whiskers and tentacles, directly bound Pu Guizong's body tightly. In contrast to the World-Ending's massive body, Pu Guizong was like an ant grabbed in the palm of a giant, completely unable to struggle free.

Just the Calamity of Taboo alone had already pushed Pu Guizong near a desperate situation. The sudden strike of the Thought Calamity hiding in the dark established the overall situation without any suspense...

Under the joint encirclement of two World-Ending Calamities, an unprecedented despair surged within Pu Guizong's heart.

With great difficulty, he separated a wisp of clear thought from the Thought Calamity's control. Lowering his head to look at that body that was already almost covered in curses, he laughed bitterly:

"To think that I, Pu Guizong, would also have a day where I single-handedly stall two World-Ending Calamities... It was really worth it."

The chaotic and massive Thought Storm descended before the tightly bound Pu Guizong. At this distance, Pu Guizong could clearly see those hollow eyes looking at him from the end of his thoughts...

It was sizing him up.

As if sizing up a rare experimental subject.

For some unknown reason, sensing the Thought Calamity's gaze, a trace of an ominous premonition rose within Pu Guizong's heart, which had already been embracing death as a return...

"Sacrifice for the nation, embracing death as a return... Thought Calamity, it won't be that easy to defeat humanity!"

Determination flashed in Pu Guizong's aged eyes. In the next second, his body visibly swelled up. The "Scholarly Aura" accumulated within his body was ignited in an instant. Like a fuse, it was about to ignite and detonate the entire foundation of a Ninth-Tier demigod!!