Chapter 1643: Chapter 1267: Sword Blood Floating Life! The Explosive Power of One Tail!
Quickly!
When Shakyamuni moved, it was with incredible speed!
As his dual claws burst forth, the lightning arcs that suddenly exploded like a black sea urchin surged out, like an angry tide that filled the sky, accompanied by a few muffled sounds, instantly engulfing Jiang Dali’s strong body within.
A strong sense of crisis frantically warned Jiang Dali’s heart, his heart pounding like a drum, and he immediately triggered the power of the "Divine Tail" at the base of his spine without hesitation!
In less than a thousandth of a breath, his already strong body transformed again, with bones becoming denser and elongated, muscles tightening, and skin thickening and roughening.
A thunderous crash that made hearts tighten erupted in the open air.
The chaotic airflow instantly swept across all directions like a hurricane, roaring as it passed.
In mid-air, the pitch-black Thunder Light exploded open in an instant, resembling a fully inflated sea urchin, suddenly extending countless densely packed black spines outward, thoroughly piercing Jiang Dali within, turning him into a sieve.
"Ended so easily?"
Shakyamuni’s eyes held a hint of mockery and doubt as he stared at the silent silhouette in the black Thunder Light, when suddenly his pupils contracted.
"Afterimage!?"
At that moment—
The strong body seemingly pierced within the black Lightning had already faded.
Almost simultaneously, an eye-catching Golden Light rapidly streaked by, so fast it was unbelievable, leaving sound far behind, even compressing the air to the point of distortion.
Even as powerful as Shakyamuni could only manage to raise and cross his arms halfway in defense.
With a sudden cracking sound!
A ring of shockwave exploded out.
The Essence Qi condensed in Shakyamuni’s palm directly collapsed, the tremendous force transmitted through his palm made his arm bones lightly crack, and his body leaned back slightly, the next moment his chest was ruthlessly struck by the suddenly bending Golden Light, a burst of severe pain exploded, his chest clothes shattered into fragments, flipping in the air and retreating.
His body hadn’t completely landed yet.
A streak of Golden Light flickered like lightning once more, catching up again.
Shakyamuni roared angrily, only managing to cross his hands in front of him as a leg as heavy as a giant dragon descended from the sky, fiercely stomping down.
Jiang Dali’s face flushed red and monstrous as he lowly shouted, "Get down!!!"
Boom!!!
The massive impact force ferociously unleashed.
Shakyamuni’s eyes bulged, spewing a mouthful of blood, a searing pain of cracking bones ran through his arms, his body crashed fiercely like a cannonball towards the icy ground below.
"Boom! ——!"
The ground shattered open like brittle crust, forming a shallow pit several zhang in radius.
"Power!!!"
An astonishing and fierce momentum erupted from Jiang Dali’s body still situated in mid-air, his towering body over a zhang high layered like blocks, accompanied by a golden lightning-like tail, swiftly swept down, casting a large shadow, his knees hammering down like a battering ram towards Shakyamuni’s body below.
"Bastard... Bastard!!"
Shakyamuni’s eyes flushed red feeling the fierce pressure crashing down from above, even the crystal-clear Mystic Ice Mask stained red with Phoenix Blood bore a mark.
The pressure was so intense, it firmly pressed his entire body against the cracking ground, making it extremely difficult to break free or move.
With a boom,
The entire Heavenly Gate building shook violently as if lowered by a zhang!
Like a mountain crashing into a lake, the ground, alongside shattered ice chips and cracked rocks, surged up and were torn, shattered, and blown apart in the powerful Qi Force.
What followed was a second intense explosion.
The entire ground collapsed downwards, creating a massive pit in the violent Qi Force.
The Sword Saint, Wu Ming, and others engaged in fierce battle quickly dispersed at unimaginable speed to avoid it.
Boom!
A large chunk of ground along with heavy rocks plummeted from the second level of Heavenly Gate to the third, crushing several unlucky prisoners within the dungeon below along with it, turning everything into a pulp.
Amidst the huge cloud of dust, Jiang Dali’s body exuded a dangerous aura like a Demon God half-kneeling on the ground, spitting out a large mouthful of dark blood, his muscles as if cast from steel swelling violently, veins resembling capillaries emerging, a terrifying sight, as if his body would explode at any moment.
He coldly glanced at the mashed bodies beneath him but did not see the detestable Mystic Ice Mask, his expression suddenly changed, showing a hint of shock and doubt.
"How is it possible? Just now clearly..."
In that split-second, his mind recalled the scene from the fierce battle earlier when his knees struck Shakyamuni; during that fierce impact he felt a strong sensation like squeezing a mud mixed with branches, clearly striking Shakyamuni and blasting his body apart.
But now—
"Hehehe! ——"
At that moment, from the other side of the ground came a familiar mocking and disdainful laugh, "Good—good, good! Good kid, you almost killed me just now, such a pity, such a pity you were just a little short, just a little short!"
Jiang Dali quickly looked up, as his disheveled golden hair spread apart, his tiger-like eyes reflected the detestable head wearing the Mystic Ice Mask lying horizontally on the opposite ground—Shakyamuni!
This fearsome enemy, at this moment, only had a head left yet could still roll his eyes and speak detestable words, as if even having lost his body he could still survive, such a terrifying and shocking scene was horrifying, even Jiang Dali found his hackles raised in shock.
