Realm-Hopping Martial Master

Chapter 1146: Chapter 615: A New Law, Method to Break the Deadlock

Jiang Shu’s gaze was indifferent as the Desolate Star Halberd finally moved.

It was no longer pure power, but the mystery of space fused within.

With a slight turn of his wrist, the halberd body trembled lightly, and he instantly transformed into dozens of indistinguishable figures!

Each figure was vivid and lifelike, exuding his unique aura and spatial fluctuations.

Dozens of figures either wielded, stabbed, lifted, or smashed. They seemed to attack in all directions, yet were interconnected in space, forming a spatial domain covering the entire encirclement!

Blood and severed limbs splattered instantly, only to be ground into a blood mist by the raging force field.

In just a moment, at least five or six images of the Ninth Realm, or Early Stage Tenth Realm, in the front were torn apart by the spatial shearing force.

The advancing heavy armor image was simultaneously struck at its joint weak points by several halberd shadows, and its massive body collapsed and shattered.

Jiang Shu was like the center of the storm, unleashing a gust of bloody wind wherever he passed.

Each swing of the Desolate Star Halberd precisely deprived life. He was not only killing the enemy but conducting a cold cleansing in this filthy place.

Roar!

They emitted indistinct roars, which, upon careful listening, seemed like they were speaking.

If the world consciousness of this Secret Realm World truly birthed complete Spiritual Wisdom, these images could develop the ability to communicate, becoming a new race.

Deep within the crimson fog-filled rift.

Zhan Feng leaned against a cold Crystal Stone stained with viscous dark red blood, breathing heavily.

His left arm, though restored, was still new.

Still not fully recovered in battle strength, his right arm supported the Bronze Battle Axe with an expanded crack, sweat mixed with dried blood carving channels on his chiseled face.

An entire day and night.

After losing Jiang Shu, their strongest force, and encountering the Venerable Level Ancient Demon Image, their escape had become prolonged and despairing.

Yu Sha’s condition was even worse.

He curled up in a corner, his originally stunning visage now deathly pale and translucent, his breath weak as a candle flame in the wind, the inescapable piercing cold emanating from within, forming a thin layer of frost on the ground.

The grotesque wound on his abdomen was occupied by a lifeless black energy, like a maggot in his bones, slowly but firmly eroding her Dao Foundation Origin.

Each breath carried the harsh sound of ice shards cracking, as if even the air was about to freeze.

Lan Xi leaned against a blood-soaked War Alliance disciple, eyes vacant and numb, the sole remaining arm hugging her knees, body trembling slightly.

The rest were all injured, their auras extremely lethargic.

Zhan Yun sat cross-legged in the center, her chest armor dented and cracked, a shocking sight.

She kept her eyes closed, seemingly trying hard to suppress something, yet threads of thin black blood uncontrollably seeped from her mouth.

Her ribs, once burned by the pale green flames, had flickering Protective Magical Power, and the flame-like eerie energy stubbornly eroded her.

Her Star Short Blade lay across her knees, humming faintly, desperately sensing the surroundings, creating a precarious spiritual barrier for them all.

"Sister Yun..."

A disciple with a hoarse voice couldn’t help but speak softly,

"At this rate... we won’t survive the next encirclement."

Weighty despair, like tangible ice-cold water, soaked each and every one.

Zhan Feng lifted his head, bloodshot eyes looking towards the drab, oppressive sky outside the fissure.

The iron-gray sky hung lower, and in the distance, shadows of massive creatures’ skeletons flashed in and out of the distorted Space Storm, emitting a teeth-grating friction sound.

"The boundary feeling is even more blurred."

He murmured hoarsely,

"I feel like this place is digesting us, like... like a monster digesting the food in its stomach."

He had felt this way before, and now it was even clearer.

Zhan Yun forcibly suppressed the surging Qi and blood, opened her eyes, and an undeniable fatigue lay deep in her cold pupils.

"The Laws here are stabilizing, the suppression on us growing stronger."

"Those images are acting more systematically, adapting to this environment, like the master returning to their domain."

This discovery was far more chilling than the images’ attack.

Just then.

Boom!!!

A wave, though extremely distant, seemingly separated by endless mountains and waters, yet carrying a tearing Chaos, slicing through the filth with overwhelming battle intent and spatial fluctuations, forcefully intruded upon everyone’s perception!

This undulating wave was wild and domineering, with a familiar resonance of the Law of Power that seemed to sweep across the heavens, mixed with a sharpness piercing through the void!

In the dead silence of despair, this wave was like lightning illuminating the nether prison!

Puff!

Zhan Feng spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with shattered internal organs, yet his face, covered in blood stains, eyes crimson, burst with an incredulous light, intently swiveling towards the wave’s source.

"Jiang... Jiang Shu?!"

"It’s him!"

Zhan Yun’s voice was unyielding, fatigue instantly banished, leaving only sheer astonishment and a whisper of repressed ecstasy,

"He’s still alive! And... seems even stronger!"

The aura of that power, more refined and unfathomable than before!

Was it this power that shattered the Ancient Demon Image?

Had he found a way to recover, even breakthrough?

Yu Sha started coughing violently, a sickly flush rising on his pale face, from his icy eyes burst a glimmer of the will to survive.