Chapter 795: Chapter 530: As Long as We Can Reach That Place...
"You little brat—"
Li Wenzhan, exploding with ferocity, immediately regained composure and hit Lin Guang’s body with a Shadow Claw, scattering it into countless dark golden fragments across the sky.
But the youth, cloaked in bright flames, reformed instantly, as if a god descended from the heavens, delivering another explosive kick to his face.
The Black Crown whirled around Lin Guang’s head, and the young man let out a furious roar, pulling out Dual Swords from the void and striking at Li Wenzhan: "Unyielding?"
"I told you, today you will die here, in the most miserable, miserable, utterly miserable way, beyond salvation by anyone in heaven or earth! I swear it!"
Lin Guang’s hands unleashed fleeting, blurred Sword Light, only to have dense sword trails incessantly appear on the colossal body of the mountain fiend, with rancid black blood continuously oozing out.
"You!!!"
Though the wounds healed immediately, the pain seeped into his spirit like a worm feeding at the bone, causing Li Wenzhan’s eyes to fill with blood.
In that instant, Lin Guang’s aura even overshadowed such a great demon as the Soul Spirit High Mage.
Four maidens could hardly resist a momentary daze, glancing towards Lin Guang.
—It seems Lin Guang is genuinely fiercer and angrier than ever before.
But...
Their aura also surged dramatically.
Because—
They too were equally, intensely upset.
Zumama from the Angry Iron Plate swiftly rushed forward, joining Lin Guang in the duel against Li Wenzhan.
Lisa moved beside Vishdair, releasing Mystical Techniques together, like an infinite barrage of scarlet meteors from a turret, clashing head-on against the endlessly cast skills of Black Lian Naga.
Black and red ether currents swept through the overlapping domain.
Chelina roamed among the Army of the Dead, obliterating the constantly resurrected malevolent spirits.
The malevolent spirits fell again like wheat being cut!
Her alone was worth a thousand troops!
Boom boom boom boom boom!!
This was a true death match.
The battle began but couldn’t stop.
Amidst attacks from the Rule Specter outside, both sides had pushed their battle will, power, and fighting spirit to the limit.
Five minutes.
Ten minutes.
Fifteen minutes!
The situation inside the domain remained deadlocked, but the longer Li Wenzhan fought, the more astonished he felt.
With one hand, Li Wenzhan blasted away the tirelessly roaring Angry Iron Plate charging forward, yet immediately after, a gigantic Sword Light slashed his back, black blood spewed, causing him to dodge with shock on his face.
—How is this possible?
How can they endure so long?
Given the power of their attacks, their ether and Spiritual Power should have been exhausted long ago.
Could it be some special supply item?
The mountain fiend stepped back two paces, feeling a sudden twinge of pain in his heel.
Like sensing something, he lowered his head, his pupils constricting.
—The dark golden crystals which he would ordinarily crush like cookies, now could scratch this True Body.
They were hardening and growing!
The dark golden crystals within this domain, what exactly are they, constantly absorbing Spiritual Power from the domain’s interior!
Moreover, for some reason, the threats posed by the opponent’s attacks were growing larger.
Is this domain so bizarrely effective?!
At this moment, the endlessly resurrecting shadow Army of the Dead was also gradually acquiring a crystalline glow, their actions starting to stagnate.
The weapons they swung, the Shadow Skills they unleashed, even their regeneration speed seemed to slow down.
Despite the relentless shadow and Army of the Dead’s floods surging back, the countless skills released by the seven heads of Black Lian Naga, like shadow torrents connecting the heavens and earth.
Yet the battling blurred Sword Light and meteors seemed truly endless.
A red and a blue figure showed no sign of fatigue.
Boom boom boom!!
A vast blaze accompanied dense Sword Light, red and blue flashes cutting more fiercely, slicing shadows and tearing the evil spirits within this domain into pieces.
The entire interior of the overlapping domain had become a realm of chaos, with no sky above, no ground below, only swirling ether and Spiritual Power intertwined with True Intent forming turbulent currents.
Though still emitting silent roars, the shadow army composed of evil spirits, drawing regeneration from the Corpse Swamp Shadow Prison couldn’t keep up with the opponent’s extermination speed.
Li Wenzhan finds it unbelievable.
How is this possible?
Within this domain, every strike, every move he made, including the power of the Shadow Soul Army, was not only a physical attack and skill release but equivalent to continuously cursing the opponent viciously.
Weakening power, weakening will, weakening ether output... and so on.
This is where the Corpse Swamp Shadow Prison’s true horror lies, and also Li Wenzhan’s pride.
As the illustrious Six-Star Peak of the southeast, the Soul Spirit High Mage may not excel in direct bursting attacks, but is best at prolonged battles, an exceptionally terrifying butcher machine in domain confrontations, yet why is it now somehow turned to disadvantage?
These wet-behind-the-ears kids, don’t they feel pain?
Why aren’t they affected by the curse?
Why can they still maintain the domain?
You have to know, they’ve been fighting till now, not just confronting each other.
[Trespasser, perish.]
The grand voice rang once more.
Outside the domain, the massive red-black ocean churned vehemently.
A faceless monk stood atop the overlapping domain of both sides, clasping slender hands again, chanting enigmatic, indescribable scriptures.
