Realm-Hopping Martial Master

Chapter 1151: Chapter 617: Battle Against the Ancient Demon Image Again! (Part 2)

The solidity of the image’s body far exceeded expectations, and the enormous power gap rendered any techniques targeting weaknesses utterly impotent.

"Roar!"

The ancient demon image continued to growl, and the broken spear no longer hovered in place. It swept silently and swiftly towards Jiang Shu’s waist, leaving only a shadow in the shattered space due to its speed.

There was no retreat, no escape.

Clenching his teeth, Jiang Shu suddenly pulled the Desolate Star Halberd backward in an instant. Using his right foot as a pivot, he leveraged the immense recoil force, rotating his body and bending backward.

Simultaneously, the condensed Law of Power was suddenly released.

Screech!

The pitch-black spear’s awn narrowly grazed his chest, the already tattered armor on his chest was torn like paper, and the cold aura instantly invaded his skin, turning that flesh gray and numb in an instant.

The terrifying wind swept him away.

Forcing a breath, Jiang Shu utilized the force of being hit to twist his body mid-air, and at the moment of landing, his feet staggered urgently, rolling backward into a massive spinal fossil crack.

Boom!

The ground he had just left was pierced by the second spear shadow following closely behind. The condensed Power of Annihilation instantly melted the rock into a pit of molten lava.

Jiang Shu coughed violently, his chest, being eroded by the cold aura, experienced sharp, agonizing pain and numbness.

He glanced at the wound; no blood flowed, yet it showed an eerie gray-black decay like a necrotic tree, rapidly losing life force.

The ancient demon image strode forward, each step causing the ground to sink several feet.

It seemed to completely see through Jiang Shu’s intent to delay time by relying on speed and small movements. Its left fist clenched and smashed downward at the giant spinal remnant where Jiang Shu was hiding!

The violent power caused space to collapse. An overwhelming invisible fist pressure instantly sealed the entire area, even forcibly drawing out the air.

Jiang Shu felt as if he were in the depths of the sea, his body on the verge of being crushed by mercury comprised of pure power from all directions.

Though the falling fist had not yet arrived, the dreadful oppression already darkened his vision, and blood began to seep faintly from his seven orifices.

There’s no time to wait!

Jiang Shu’s eyes turned red; he knew this was the true fatal blow, and any hesitation would lead to a dead end.

"Die!"

An extremely suppressed, hoarse roar, seemingly squeezed out from his soul, exploded!

Deep in the silent Dao Foundation, the source of pain he almost forgot.

Weak Qi Blood Fire burst out fiercely from every pore of Jiang Shu’s body.

The silver flame leaped, devoid of temperature, yet carrying a brutal resolve of burning oneself and striving for life from death.

The surrounding scarlet mist and pervasive cold aura reacted as if meeting their nemesis, continually emitting crackling sounds, retreating rapidly and evaporating.

Jiang Shu ignited his Qi Blood once more, exchanging it for tremendous power.

Only Jiang Shu, with such a strong body and Dao Heart, could ignite both the Tao Fire and Qi Blood Fire in such a short time; others would likely have died from severe backlash.

The fragment of the Heart of Space emitted a weary wail under the silver flame yet exploded with unprecedented spatial control, pushing the Law of Power to a violent peak.

Jiang Shu’s momentum abruptly surged; he still couldn’t bridge the vast gap in Realm yet escaped the terrible fist pressure’s confinement momentarily.

The Desolate Star Halberd in his hand exploded with a piercing howl aimed at the sky; the halberd and the silver flame extending from Jiang Shu’s arm merged into one, transforming into a silver scar of life origin welcoming the enormous fist falling like a world-ending meteor.

No impact roar occurred, only penetrating tearing noise, as though countless layers of sturdy space were forcibly ripped apart, myriad chaotic laws briefly severed.

When the silver halberd gleam collided with the invisible fist pressure formed by solidified space, the world seemed to fall into absolute silence.

The next moment, a destructive shockwave resembling the wildest tsunami surged explosively outward.

The surrounding black mud, massive rock debris, sturdy black stone pillars, encountering the shockwave like an apocalyptic storm, began disintegrating and vanishing.

The massive spinal remains shattered in the shockwave, with every bone turning to dust in the clash between silver flame and space annihilation.

Jiang Shu’s knee slammed into the inky mud, the Desolate Star Halberd fiercely dug into the ground, leaving deep marks. The blood and organ fragments inside his throat tasted sickly sweet.

The pain of Qi Blood Fire consuming his body was sharp as thousands of needles piercing his marrow, yet more excruciating was the perception of the mountainous bronze demon image closing in.

The broken spear in its hand locked his throat three inches away, the icy touch of death became tangible.

Escape!

This thought cleaved through chaos like lightning.

The chasm between the Tenth Realm and the Venerable is not one that burning Qi Blood can bridge.

The cultivation gap between the two is excessively large; if Jiang Shu didn’t escape soon, he would surely die at the hands of this image.

As for the plan to attract Zhan Feng and others here, it had to be postponed; he needed to preserve his life first to ensure that Zhan Feng and others could be safely sent out.

He abruptly twisted the halberd shaft, pouring the remaining silver flame into the space node under his feet, ready to tear open a crack desperately and escape into the sub-stream.

"Brother Jiang, hold on! I’m here!"

Boom!

On the left, the ruins exploded fiercely, a figure blazing like fire, wrapped in a tattered cape, charged forward. Zhan Feng, half his body stained with blood, wielding a cracked bronze giant axe, transformed into a roaring red-gold comet, crashing towards the massive left knee of the ancient demon image.

Almost simultaneously, another silver bright gleam tore through the foul mist; Zhan Yun’s figure ghostly appeared from behind the bone pile, her Star Short Blade dragging a cold starry trail, piercing the image’s old wound at its waist and flank.

Behind her, Yu Sha gritted her teeth, throwing an ice spear condensed with lifelong cold energy, blocking the image’s retreat trajectory cleverly.

"Don’t risk your life, hurry to my side!"

Jiang Shu never expected Zhan Feng to arrive at this moment.

His roar drowned out the wind and thunder, clearly seeing Zhan Feng’s axe.

The burning origin contained within was so familiar, Zhan Feng evidently was exhausting everything, prepared for a desperate battle with the image.

"Stay away from its Annihilation Domain."

With Jiang Shu’s shout, the Desolate Star Halberd forcefully changed its trajectory, the halberd blade striking sparks against the space node.

But ultimately, it was half a moment too late; Zhan Feng’s giant axe already decisively chopped down on the bronze armor.

Clang!

The shockwave rang like ten thousand bells simultaneously.

The cracked bronze axe blade instantly shattered, the fragments splattered around like torrential rain.

Zhan Feng, as if struck by a star, his sole arm contorted into a bizarre angle, his Heart Protection Mirror exploded violently, his body shot backward like a projectile, the blood sprayed in mid-air forming a striking red arc.

Almost at the same moment, the ancient demon image’s waist-flank wound exploded with thick foul blood, dark energy recoiled, instantly corroding the short blade Zhan Yun stabbed in.

She groaned, her silver armor left shoulder instantly corroded and concave, her whole body swept away by immense force, crashing into the collapsing bone pile behind.

Yu Sha’s ice spear hit the edge of the spreading annihilation black domain, dissolving silently.

The ancient demon image lowered its gaze; its scarlet eyes locked onto the motionless Zhan Feng on the ground, the broken spear casually raised, poised to crush his head like a ant.

At this critical moment, a peculiar reverberation suddenly pierced through the entire Chaotic Basin, like the resonance of space itself.

And the source of the sound was precisely the Void Origin Seal in Jiang Shu’s hand, now entirely activated by the remaining Qi Blood Fire in his palm.

It floated up, its brilliance restrained, yet instantly anchored the world’s coordinates here, as clearly as a beacon lit in the darkness.

The image suddenly froze, the scarlet pupils rapidly contracting, fixating on the small seal; the fatal threat from world will overwhelmed its bloodthirsty instincts for the first time.

It let out a piercing howl, forsaking Zhan Feng, and engulfed in a towering black awn, its broken spear stabbed through space like a projectile aimed at the seal and Jiang Shu.