Phi-Fic Chapter 616 Not even ashes left
Chapter 616 Not even ashes left
As the young man finished speaking, the air seemed to ripple slightly.
Lou Ying's eyes narrowed slightly, and suddenly she reached out and slapped a spot in the air.
As Lou Ying made her move, Uncle Lei's expression changed in the shadows. He suddenly raised his hand and unleashed a bolt of lightning at Lou Ying.
Zhong Ran's eyes flickered slightly; he was actually a cultivator with a lightning spiritual root.
Moreover, this lightning strike contained the true essence of thunder. Although it was only a small amount, it was still extremely powerful. This person often cultivated on Thunder Mountain, which is why he was able to achieve such a feat.
Even a strong person like Lou Ying would get injured if he faced him.
After refining the ten-thousand-year-old spiritual milk, Lou Ying not only recovered from his internal injuries but also advanced two small levels, and is now at the fifth level of the Integration Realm.
But the opponent should be of similar strength, and with such domineering thunderous power, Lou Ying is somewhat outmatched.
Zhong Ran took two steps forward, raised her hand, and a bolt of lightning flew out, striking the other bolt of lightning.
She used a seventh-tier lightning talisman instead of her own trump card.
The opponent was a Nascent Soul Realm expert. No matter how arrogant she was, she wouldn't dare to face a Nascent Soul Realm expert with her current Nascent Soul body.
That would be tantamount to throwing an egg against a rock, courting certain death.
She possesses the power of thunder, and the most domineering power of thunder at that. She has also condensed thunder runes, which, although they are just small tadpoles, make her thunder power even more domineering.
However, her cultivation level was a fatal flaw, far too low.
At this time, using a thunder talisman is the most appropriate course of action.
"Huh? A seventh-tier lightning talisman? Interesting."
A surprised voice came from the shadows, and then an old man appeared out of thin air, standing with his hands behind his back, looking down at Zhong Ran.
"You brat, state your name, or I won't..."
Before he could finish speaking, Lou Ying made her move.
She leaped in front of the old man and struck out with her palm.
This palm strike carried boundless pressure, as if the air itself had solidified. The people fighting below moved slowly under this pressure, like elderly people in their twilight years.
Everyone's expression changed. Why would they send out such a powerful expert?
Zhong Yan and Mu Jinning were unaffected; their special physical constitutions made them completely immune to stress.
Even the people on the other side were affected, and in this situation, it became their main battlefield.
They were all geniuses capable of fighting beyond their level, each facing off against a man in a fierce and evenly matched battle.
While their opponents are under pressure, they remain unaffected and instead become even more courageous in battle.
The two were extremely fast and powerful, and they took down several people.
"Who exactly are you people? Do you know who we are?"
As one of the men was forced to retreat, he shouted angrily, his eyes wide open.
These two young men are incredibly strong.
Zhong Yan didn't say anything, and continued to throw a punch.
The man was furious. He mobilized the surrounding spiritual energy and then unleashed a powerful palm strike.
However, when he clashed with Zhong Yan's fist, he still broke.
He staggered backward uncontrollably, and Zhong Yan followed closely, throwing another punch at him.
"boom!"
Forced to retreat again, the man produced a large axe and chopped it down at Zhong Yan.
Zhong Yan took a step to the side and threw several punches at the same time, which were then combined and pressed forward from a distance.
The punch carried immense pressure, causing the man's face to turn slightly pale. He quickly retreated while raising his axe again.
Then, as if it had eyes, the fist imprint followed him closely, heading straight for his face.
His expression changed drastically, and he swung his axe back to defend, striking the fist mark heavily.
The fist imprint was broken, but the terrifying force struck his face directly.
He felt as if he were being watched by Death, as if the power contained the gaze of death.
He quickly tilted his head back and stepped back, while an umbrella appeared in his hand. He quickly opened it and managed to block the evil power.
Only at this moment did he realize that he had just escaped death, his face covered in cold sweat.
However, he breathed a sigh of relief too quickly, and a deadly crisis gripped him tightly.
He was greatly alarmed and quickly retreated.
A broadsword pierced through his protective umbrella and hurtled straight at his face.
He quickly retreated, instinctively raising his hand to try and block the broadsword, unaware that the force it exerted was terrifying.
That's true, how could an ordinary spiritual weapon be able to break through his defensive magic weapon?
This broadsword must be a sacred weapon.
Before the man could do anything, a sharp pain shot through him, and he was split in two. After that, he knew nothing more.
His primordial spirit rushed out, trying to escape into the distance, but Zhong Yan raised his hand and gently grabbed and squeezed it, capturing the primordial spirit in his hand.
"let me go!"
The man screamed in fright, then realized he seemed to be in a blood-red place.
After that, he knew nothing more.
Zhong Yan sneered, put away the rings and weapons on his body, and rushed to the next one.
The man's screams were so horrific that everyone else turned to look when they heard the noise.
Seeing the man's tragic death, with even his soul unable to escape, several people became enraged and surrounded him.
A sinister smile appeared on Zhong Yan's face. He charged in and, like a fool, wildly slashed with his broadsword.
Each of his sword strikes was extraordinary; almost no one could withstand a single blow from him.
What's even more terrifying is that his sword seems to carry the aura of death, sending chills down one's spine.
So much so that he was able to cope even when surrounded by four people.
Ah Sheng was also surrounded and beaten by three or four people because he was too brave. His fists were invincible, and being hit by them would almost always shatter his bones.
They dared not approach him and instead slashed at him with their weapons.
Ah Sheng was furious, and he pulled out a sledgehammer: "You're all bad people, I'm going to beat you to death."
As soon as the hammer was unleashed, an even more terrifying pressure than that of the two powerful figures from before followed.
The men who were attacking him turned pale with fright and retreated quickly without thinking.
However, they themselves did not know that their speed was actually just a thought in their minds; they had not actually moved.
No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't move it at all. In their eyes, a giant hammer was getting closer and closer, and then they knew nothing more.
Ah Sheng angrily swung his hammer, and the four men were reduced to ashes.
Zhong Ran watched this scene from the other side and couldn't help but sigh softly.
That's why she had previously warned Ah Sheng not to use the sledgehammer lightly.
He used it when he fought that ferocious beast in the secret realm.
But that was an extremely ferocious creature that had lived for an unknown amount of time, so a divine artifact wouldn't have much of a restraint or influence on it.
But these are all cultivators. Even a Nascent Soul cultivator has only cultivated their primordial spirit; their physical body is still a physical embryo.
Who could withstand a blow from him?
Even the spiritual weapons and spatial artifacts on those four people were reduced to ashes by this single blow, leaving nothing behind.
The mercenaries were terrified. Mu Jinning killed one person, Zhong Yan killed another, and Ah Sheng was even more terrifying, killing four people in one go.
Who can bear it?