dibly powerful, facing so many leaders at once, she was completely suppressed and couldn't protect anyone else.Seeing the Blood-Draining Sword being suppressed, many powerful figures from the Celestia...Only divine energy can activate the artifacts, thus granting them immense power.
The more divine energy, the higher the quality. The power of a divine weapon naturally becomes stronger as well. A strand of divine energy from a lower-ranking god could perhaps split apart an ocean. While a strand of divine energy from a higher-ranking god could split apart a planet.
The difference is huge.
Only Yuan Hui-level representatives who have stepped into the divine realm can defy adversity, rise against the odds, and transcend realms to confront their enemies.
Zhang Ruochin, though he hadn't achieved the divine realm of martial arts, had long since become a demigod. His body could nurture a small amount of divine energy. Besides that, any supreme saint who could achieve the state of entering the gods would definitely have cultivated and stored some divine energy within their bodies.
Wujiang watched as the nation of the Netherworld crumbled inch by inch, the disdain and arrogance in his eyes gradually fading away.
A dark light of destruction shot out from the black electrical tattoo on his brow, transforming into a slender beam of darkness that hurtled towards Zhang Ruichen. Its speed was faster than lightning.
Zhang Ruochin knew very well the terrifying power of Wujang's attack, it was something his current cultivation couldn't withstand. Thus, he immediately summoned his Po Jian sword.
"Swish! Swish! Swish…"
Seven blades of spirit swords, shot out from his brow, clashing with the black beam.
The sound of the sword cries pierced through the air, its blade glowing fiercely against a backdrop of black beams.
The Six Swords, including the Rage Sword, Sorrow Sword, Love Sword, Fear Sword, Desire Sword, and Joy Sword, clashed with beams of light from Guang. They were sent flying as a result. Only the Evil (wu) Sword possessed the most formidable power, meeting head-on with Wujiang's divine ability in a stalemate.
The stronger the aversion in your heart, the greater the power of its explosion.
Hate has its limits, but anger knows none.
Taking advantage of the current opportunity, Wujiang retracted the Heavenly Net from the Dark Domain and waved his hand towards Zhang Ruochen.
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Zhang Ruchen's seven Soul-Reaping Swords surprised him, but he knew the real threat was that divine sword.
The Divine Sword can slay Gods!
The Dark Domain flew out, with a bone-chilling dark power that shrouded Zhang Ruochin like the descending night.
Suddenly, the temperature of the entire stone temple dropped.
Zhang Ruochen's body was engulfed in divine fire, dispelling the darkness, but he saw a dense mass of metal spikes pressing close. He had just summoned the Zhanshan Demon Mirror for defense and hadn't even had time to activate it when his body was pierced by the metal spikes.
Wujiang let out a slight breath and raised the corner of his mouth, saying, "I have to say, your mortal myth is really strong, and you have quite a few treasures. Unfortunately, no matter how many treasures or powerful soldiers there are, in the face of an absolute difference in cultivation, it can't change the outcome."
In the distance, Mohe Yan slowly crawled out of the blood pool.
However, the Dark Domain's Celestial Net devoured too much of his divine essence, soul, and blood energy, even causing his lifespan to drain severely. At this moment, he was extremely weak. When he looked at Wujiang, fear filled his eyes.
"A black metallic spike pierced through, causing Zhang Ruochin's voice to ring out: 'If it weren't for my desire to see what kind of treasure the Dark Domain Heaven Net truly was, how could it have pierced through my flesh'"
Wujang's eyes narrowed sharply.
Zhang Ruochin, who had been pierced by the Heavenly Net of Darkness, now saw each piece of his flesh condense into a separate figure, pulling itself away. The entire stone temple was filled with Zhang Ruochin's figures.
Even Mahavira, the mighty one, was stunned. He had just tasted the terrifying power of the Dark Domain Heavenly Net, how could he possibly escape so easily
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The boundless divine aura and rule runes of the Godless, had long since enveloped the interior space of the stone temple. Under his control, the Netherworld Heavenly Net grew like a living thing, ever-changing, eerie and perilous, containing the power to destroy all life in the world.
Zhang Ruochen's avatars each cast out a supreme holy artifact.
Diamond Moon Wheel, Hidden Mountain Demon Mirror, Black Gold War Heaven Pillar, Soul Devouring Bell...
These avatars, in fact, can all be considered true bodies, parts of the physical body.
Under the attacks of several supreme artifacts, the black metal spikes and dark power flying out from the Dark Domain Heavenly Net couldn't gather at all, being constantly scattered.
Wujiang and Zhang Ruochin fought fiercely, their battle was a hard-fought stalemate.
Mohe Yan seized this rare opportunity and rushed out of the stone temple, fleeing far away. Wujiang and Zhang Ruochin were each more bizarre than the last. Although their cultivation was far weaker than his, as a mid-tier god, he felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness against them.
Of course, the most important reason is that he was injured too severely by the Dark Domain Heaven Net. Otherwise, Mo He Yan would still want to stay and look for opportunities to deal with Wujang and Zhang Ruichen.
"Wow!"
Zhang Ruchen's strongest avatar moved, drawing in divine energy as it swung a divine sword, cleaving through the darkness.
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A brilliant, crimson blade pierced through the layers of Wujiang's defenses, cleaving into his flesh.
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...The boundless, blazing inferno consumed everything—the mythical creatures, the vast expanse, all reduced to black dust. Not a single trace of life remained.
Zhang Ruochin gazed at the shattered pieces of landmass before him, along with the chaotic energy fluctuations, and let out a long sigh.
How are the spirits doingf a ghost city, her figure tall and straight. With bright eyes and white teeth, her fiery long hair danced in the wind. She waved her fragrant sleeves, taking the ghostly clouds in the sky into her pa...