Chapter 617: 576 Stop Bleeding with Blood 8
Bang bang bang!!
Heavy footsteps rapidly approached, Zhang Rongfang looked up and saw the gigantic wooden giant, over ten meters high, casting a massive shadow, rushing towards him quickly.
’Its strength surpasses mine, but what about its speed?’
He instantly performed the Immortal Technique Shrinking Ground Underfoot.
Swish!
In an instant, Zhang Rongfang appeared a hundred meters away in another location.
"Meaningless."
Suddenly, a dull sound abruptly rang out from behind Zhang Rongfang.
Bang!!!
He raised his hand to block, perfectly warding off the wooden giant’s arm attacking from behind.
The immense force, along with the splintering of wood, forcefully sent Zhang Rongfang flying dozens of meters away, carving two deep trenches into the ground.
Before Zhang Rongfang could react, the wooden giant’s speed abruptly increased, its body hunching down like a real snow leopard, flickering through the surrounding sea of trees, and quickly appearing behind him once more.
Bang!!!
Another clash echoed.
Zhang Rongfang was sent flying hundreds of meters, his back crashing into a large tract of forest.
But the forest, shattered by the collision, quickly restored itself and grew anew.
He relied on his preemptive defense to remain unscathed, but..... just now, the speed...
’That’s the Mosang God using the environment to enhance its speed!’ Bai Lin voiced.
’This is the battle in the Void, where you need to face not just an enhanced god, but also numerous hidden dangers in the surroundings. These are unavoidable, be cautious!’
’Understood.’ Zhang Rongfang took a deep breath as he watched the gigantic wooden giant charge at him again.
The wooden giant was essentially confirmed to be the Mosang God’s true form.
’Do you have any good ideas? Now that your Blood Lotus has opened, and the Final Form is also active, this is your strongest form, yet you still can’t defeat the Mosang God. At this rate, you’ll be exhausted to death.’ Bai Lin worriedly spoke.
’Bai Lin....’ Zhang Rongfang suddenly dodged the wooden giant’s full-force punch. He asked.
’You mentioned that mental strength comes from essence, and essence comes from consuming food. So.... do you think, how much of my mental strength is there?’
’.....I don’t know.’
Bai Lin recalled the roots of the Human Immortal Temple, this guy’s regenerative ability had reached an extremely terrifying level. Without immense energy backing it, such regeneration would be impossible.
’How about we give it a try?’ Zhang Rongfang smiled faintly, a blood-colored crystal suddenly forming at the center of his brow.
Raising his hand, he blocked.
Bang!!!
The wooden giant’s massive hand was once again blocked in front of him.
But this time, it was completely different from before.
The blood cloak on Zhang Rongfang turned ever closer to black, and his exposed arm skin vaguely gained a hard metallic luster.
With terrifying, tidal wave-like strength, Zhang Rongfang was once again sent flying back over a hundred meters.
But similarly, the wooden giant’s attacking right fist, from the fist down to the forearm, shattered completely.
It hit, but its own damage was even greater!
The Mosang God was somewhat bewildered but quickly grew even more furiously enraged.
Utilizing the environment, it swiftly appeared behind Zhang Rongfang once more, hurling a heavy punch towards his head.
Boom!!
This punch was met head-on by Zhang Rongfang’s third arm.
In an instant, the wooden giant’s entire right arm, along with half of its shoulder, exploded and shattered. Countless silver spiritual lines and wood splinters mixed together, spraying everywhere.
"Aside from strength, what else can it do?"
Zhang Rongfang sighed slightly, his figure flickered, turning into a blood shadow, launching continuous attacks around the wooden giant.
There was nothing that could withstand his dual arms, the steel-skin ability combined with his self-cultivated powerful body, further enhanced by the Final Form and Blood Lotus.
At this time, the hardness had reached an unimaginable level.
Super-fast speed, combined with the terrifyingly hard body, resulted in axe-like cleaving heavy blows.
Bang!
A huge gap appeared in the Mosang God’s waist.
Before it could quickly recover.
Bang!
Another loud noise, its left shoulder and arm, having just healed, were wrecked once more.
Bang!!
This time, it was the right leg.
Then the left leg.
The chest!
And finally.....
The head!!
Boom!!!
The wooden giant’s head was completely blown apart, but unlike other areas.
Bursting from the head’s core were not silver spiritual lines.
But red ones!
Hiss!!
Scarlet spiritual lines shot out everywhere, a few grazing Zhang Rongfang’s body, easily leaving trails of blood.
But quickly, the red on the spiritual lines was corroded by the blood oozing from the wounds, turning silver in a few moments; then from silver, turning black, finally disintegrating into ash.
Watching the wooden giant’s head explode like a firework, Zhang Rongfang retreated at full speed, soon finding his back against a layer of invisible membrane.
This indicated he’d reached the edge of the Void.
’Does this count as dead?’ Zhang Rongfang focused intensely on the still-exploding Mosang God.
’....The external protection is broken, but the core spiritual lines remain. You must find a way to destroy those red spiritual lines. Otherwise, it will revive before long.’ Bai Lin finally came back to his senses.
’By the way, you just now.... How did you suddenly become so tough? Even the Mosang God couldn’t breach your skin and flesh defense?!’
"Core spiritual lines?" Zhang Rongfang recalled how the red spiritual lines had injured him. He did not answer Bai Lin’s question.
"Alright, let’s do this."
He stared at the cluster of Mosang God spiritual lines, lifted his foot, and stepped towards them.
As he advanced, dark red blood rapidly surged beneath his feet.
The blood writhes rapidly, expands, like a shadow, spreading and expanding toward everything around.
It seems to sense the approach of a threat.
The red spiritual lines of the Mosang God suddenly pause, changing from their previous chaotic flailing to lunging entirely towards Zhang Rongfang.
One after another, red spiritual lines continuously shoot closer, but as soon as they enter the blood-colored area beneath Zhang Rongfang’s feet, they are enveloped entirely by the rising blood.
The blood-colored area has now spread to a thirty-meter range.
Spiritual lines surge forward, densely packed, aiming at the center of the Blood River where Zhang Rongfang stands.
A large number of red spiritual lines are wrapped by blood, turning into silver, then black, completely disintegrating.
But at this moment, neither Zhang Rongfang nor the Mosang God can afford to retreat.
"Petty mortal, do you think you can expend me with such tricks?"
The Mosang God’s head, regrown halfway by red spiritual lines, floats in midair, gazing down at Zhang Rongfang.
"No matter how powerful you are, you are ultimately just one person! But I am different...."
As the Mosang God’s voice falls.
The entire Void slightly trembles.
New silver spiritual lines begin to rapidly emerge from the underground soil everywhere.
A massive swarm of spiritual lines surges from all directions towards the Blood River where Zhang Rongfang is.
Spiritual lines collide with blood, continuously turning into black ash and white smoke, dispersing.
’It’s starting to act desperately....’ White Scale says, watching the scene with a complex expression. "It’s mobilizing the life force of all remaining believers."
Zhang Rongfang also furrows his brows at this moment.
The massive loss of blood, along with the lack of anything to absorb for replenishment in this place, means he’s relying purely on his enormous life force for support.
But even his immense life force numbers are sure to show signs of exhaustion under such terrifying expenditure.
Thus.
He raises his head, his gaze falling on the central red spiritual lines of the Mosang God.
’White Scale, if I resolve those red spiritual lines, that’ll completely kill it, right?’
’Yes.’ White Scale seems to sense what he intends to do, her mind hanging high, tense.
"Then...."
A gigantic pit suddenly bursts open beneath Zhang Rongfang’s feet.
His body rises off the ground, shooting towards the Mosang God like a rocket.
Numerous spiritual lines brush past him like raindrops, yet not a single one manages to strike him precisely.
As though he foresaw it, Zhang Rongfang keeps slapping with both palms on the silver spiritual lines, borrowing force to dodge more spiritual lines.
The silver spiritual lines now can only cut shallow fissures in his palm’s skin.
The iron skin ability, when combined with Blood Lotus and Final Form, has reached a new defensive strength far exceeding before.
In a flash, he arrives above the Mosang God.
Zhang Rongfang spreads his arms, overlooking the massive red spiritual line below.
"It’s over."
Bang!!!!
A resounding muffled explosion bursts forth.
All the flesh of Zhang Rongfang except his head and skeleton explodes, forming a dark red storm of flesh fragments, enveloping the red spiritual line.
Hiss!!
Countless dense smoke rises rapidly.
The Mosang God’s wails mixed within become weaker and finer.
The entire Void starts to violently shake.
Cracks appear on the ground, the sky’s light dims rapidly, and gray cracks abruptly appear on the transparent force field blocking the surroundings.
’Quickly go!! Get out!’ White Scale screams sharply.
By now, Zhang Rongfang’s body regenerates only halfway, a large amount of blood stitching together his essential organs and muscles entirely.
Before he can regain his senses, he feels a gentle force holding him from behind, carrying him towards a crack in the sky.
"What is this!?" He finds himself airborne, looking down.
The entire Void Land is starting to collapse and shatter everywhere.
The ground crumbles like a puzzle, revealing a deep dark abyss below.
Whether trees, soil, stones, buildings, even the corpses of Mosang Sect members left behind earlier, all begin to slightly flicker and distort.
As if a television screen with a bad signal, flickering in brightness, the details of their form start to blur.
’Go!!’
With a shout from White Scale.
Zhang Rongfang follows her gaze upwards, rushing into the crack in the sky.
Poof!
He passes through as if breaking through a layer of water, his vision blurs, and he’s back in the interval.
That is, within that mysterious passage.
Silence surrounds him, with only the door in front of Zhang Rongfang, the three-tailed snow leopard emblem representing the Mosang Sect slowly fading and disappearing.
The surface of the door transforms into a silvery white, blank and smooth mirror-like appearance.
Zhang Rongfang pants heavily, looking down at himself, having just detonated most of his blood to utterly destroy the deity, leaving only a small amount of blood marrow for regeneration.
His body now appears the same outwardly, but practically weighs only a few dozen pounds.
Empty framework.
Due to the lack of necessary nutrition for blood reconstruction, he has to make do temporarily.
’White Scale?’
No response.
"??" Zhang Rongfang knits his brows. The usually active White Scale is suddenly silent?
He sits cross-legged on the ground, waiting to automatically leave the interval.
His body’s weakened state now makes him reluctant to perform any overly taxing actions.
But after a minute...
Two minutes.....
More than ten minutes pass... yet Zhang Rongfang is still not transported back to reality.
He opens his eyes, sensing something is amiss.
In the vast, dark passage on either side, only he sits cross-legged all alone.
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