Chapter 254

BOOM——————————!!!!

Amidst the massive roar, the earth for a hundred miles around jolted violently, and a visible white shockwave spread crazily, threatening to engulf the entire Great Egyptian Desert.

At the same time, Fatty Zha, who was carrying a member of the Devil Team and running for his life, was quickly overtaken by this shockwave. He stumbled and was blown away like a ball, then instinctively learned the "Invincible Fire Wheel" technique, rolling a thousand meters away.

Screech—!!

A clear bird cry rang out, and a giant bird covered in flames flew past. As it passed the "Invincible Fire Wheel"—that is, Fatty Zha and the others—it reached out its claws, hooked them, and carried them up into the sky.

Energy containing a vast life force was infused into the bodies of Fatty Zha and the others, allowing them to gradually wake from their dizziness, and the injuries on their bodies were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The group looked around in a daze, not yet realizing where they were, but then they couldn't help but widen their eyes, for a highly conspicuous object had appeared in their line of sight.

It was a pillar of immense size that seemed to connect heaven and earth. It was a dark, dull color overall, with only the two ends flashing with silver light. Even from ten-plus kilometers away, one could feel the terrifying power contained within it.

And as people from the Huaxia nation, the moment they saw this staff, a familiar name surfaced in their minds...

"Ruyi Jingu Bang? No, wait, why is this a silver hoop?"

Clone Cheng Xiao said this, but his eyes lit up as he looked at the sky-supporting pillar, as if a child had seen a beloved toy, wishing he could run over right now to touch this big staff and test its feel.

There was no helping it; which Huaxia boy of their generation didn't have a dream of becoming the Great Sage Equal to Heaven when they were little!

"That pillar is called the Heart-Following Iron Staff. It is a treasure Wu Xian obtained from a cultivation ruin in Huaxia, similar to an imitation of the Ruyi Jingu Bang."

Miss Zhan Lan, who was controlling the Phoenix Force and taking everyone away from the battlefield, answered indifferently. A slender figure stood beside her; it was Zhao Yingkong, who had been knocked away by Boros earlier. When Miss Zhan Lan left using teleportation, she had brought her back first.

"The Captain is back!!"

Fatty Zha, who was nearby, was surprised to hear this, and his face, which had grown several sizes larger, scrunched up as he said with a worried tone: "Is the Captain okay? That one-eyed alien is really strong; he might have already reached the level of a Fourth-Stage High-Level.

The Captain is currently trapped by his inner demons and isn't even considered a Fourth-Stage yet. Even with that iron staff, I'm afraid he's no match. Should we go back and help him?"

"Are you sure you're going to help and not be a burden?"

Miss Zhan Lan looked at Fatty Zha speechlessly, her gaze then lingering on his big belly; everything was left unsaid.

Fatty Zha's old face flushed red, and he muttered under his breath that it was all an accident, that he didn't want this, that it was all those two idiots' fault, and what did it have to do with him, Fatty Zha, and so on...

"Don't worry, Wu Xian obtained other benefits in that ruin. He has now successfully broken through his inner demons and achieved the Fourth-Stage. With his combat power, defeating that alien named Boros shouldn't be a problem."

Miss Zhan Lan sighed inwardly, helplessly spinning a lie for her own troublesome man.

Suddenly, her brows furrowed deeply. Seeming to have discovered something, she actually stopped flying and looked toward a direction to her side.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing Miss Zhan Lan's unusual behavior, the group was puzzled and asked subconsciously.

"There's some trouble. Our previous plan seems to have run into a bit of a problem..."

Miss Zhan Lan turned to look at them, her expression quite strange.

"Aizen... he's dead."

"Huh?!"

Almost at the same time, Wu Xian, who was preparing to retract the Heart-Following Iron Staff, also sensed the unusual energy fluctuation in the distance and scanned it with his mental power.

But in the next second, a violent tremor suddenly came from the place below that was being suppressed by the Heart-Following Iron Staff. It seemed something was trying to lift the staff, and the resulting energy response grew increasingly intense.

Raising his brows slightly, Wu Xian lifted his right hand and made a grasping motion with his five fingers.

Immediately following, the ten-thousand-foot-tall, several-hundred-meter-thick pillar of heaven erupted with dazzling light. Then, amidst a sound of breaking air, it transformed into the size of a normal staff and flew into Wu Xian's palm.

His five fingers closed tightly, pressing against the dark, dull body of the staff. A vast power rippled through the void, visible to the naked eye, sweeping away the wind and sand for a hundred feet around.

"BANG————!!!"

Amidst the muffled sound, a purple-red flame shot out from the shattered ruins, reaching the same height as Wu Xian in the blink of an eye, revealing Boros's figure.

At this moment, his state was terrible. Being covered in blood was secondary, but his limbs and torso were twisted and broken to varying degrees.

Especially his right arm; everything below the elbow had disappeared, and the remaining half was nothing but shredded meat and residue. It looked as if it had been directly struck by some heavy object, appearing exceptionally terrifying.

But Boros didn't care about this at all, only staring fixedly at Wu Xian, his single eye filled with fanatical fighting spirit.

"Human, you must be that powerhouse the Group Leader mentioned!"

As he spoke, white smoke began to rise from various parts of Boros's body, and those seemingly extremely serious injuries began to self-heal and repair at high speed.

"Sure enough, compared to the person before, you give me a more dangerous feeling. Now, let me..."

"DONG————————————！！!"

Because his speed exceeded common sense, the resulting distorted image formed a series of blurred colors before the eyes of this cosmic hegemon.

Only then did he feel a violent force transmitted along the side of his face, carrying this body, which was tougher than any known substance on Earth, and smashing it toward the edge of the horizon.

"If you want to fight, just fight. Why waste so much breath? No wonder you can only be a villain."

Curling his lip, Wu Xian retracted the long staff and shouldered it. He then transformed into a brilliant bolt of lightning, instantly catching up to Boros—who had just been knocked away—at a speed exceeding Mach 50, and smashed another blow down, fiercely striking his abdomen.

The powerful force made Boros cry out in pain, opening his mouth to vomit blood as his body fell from the heights like a cannonball.

However, before Boros could hit the ground, another Wu Xian suddenly appeared below him and struck his face with the staff again, directly exploding the large eye that occupied half his face, while simultaneously twisting his body and flying back again.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom-rumble—!!

Just like that, a dozen Wu Xians seemed to appear from all directions, surrounding and suppressing Boros in mid-air. The sky full of staff shadows fell like a rainstorm, quickly beating every inch of Boros's flesh and bone until it fell apart. He couldn't even maintain a humanoid form, being blasted into a puddle of meat paste by this endless, extreme violence.

Yet even so, Boros still did not die. In his consciousness, besides pain, there was mostly shock; it seemed he never imagined he would be suppressed so miserably, without even a chance to fight back.

The opponent's strength was far above his!

Thinking of this, Boros's tough and unyielding consciousness erupted with an intensely strong excitement and fighting spirit.

The next instant, his broken body reassembled, and light suddenly burst forth.

(End of chapter)