20demayo Chapter 3422 No Way Out
Chapter 3422 No Way Out
The ghost god stood high in the sky amidst swirling black mist, his expression indifferent as ice. He simply flicked his finger.
A jet-black ghostly aura, condensed to its extreme, instantly transformed into an invisible yet incredibly heavy Netherworld hammer, carrying an overwhelming pressure that could crush everything, and slammed down upon the ever-burning Qilin Divine Fire.
"puff--"
A soft sound, yet it was like a death sentence.
The crimson divine fire that had just soared into the sky and burned away all evil was extinguished instantly in the face of this absolute power.
The countless sparks fell like withered petals, leaving not a trace of warmth behind.
The second move.
The ghost's eyes remained unmoved, its five fingers slightly bent, and it suddenly grabbed at the void.
An invisible, immense force descended from the sky, firmly locking onto Qi Yan's massive, hundred-foot-tall body.
The pair of Qilin horns on Qiyan's head, which were its pride and joy, incredibly hard and capable of shattering divine weapons, were completely powerless against this divine power and snapped off instantly!
"Oh!"
The sound of the qilin horn breaking was clearly audible.
The scalding, bright red blood of the Qilin gushed out like a fountain, splashing into the sky and then falling back down, staining the black mist in the air red.
The third move.
The figure of the ghost god transformed into a ghostly black light, appearing instantly in front of Qi Yan.
He slowly extended a hand, his palm pale and slender, looking light and powerless, and gently placed it on Qi Yan's chest.
"boom--"
A deep, muffled sound resounded throughout the heavens and earth.
Qi Yan's enormous and indestructible fire qilin body suddenly stiffened and could no longer move an inch.
The overwhelming hatred, the madness that burned everything, and the relentless determination in his eyes dissipated rapidly at a visible speed at that moment.
Instead, there was a deathly grayness, an emptiness where life had been completely extinguished.
The ghost's palm strike, seemingly casual, had already shattered his heart meridian, annihilated his soul, and severed all his life force.
next moment.
The enormous body, devoid of all life force, plummeted from a great height like a falling meteorite.
"BOOM—!!!"
The earth trembled violently at that moment, dust soared into the sky, and gravel flew in all directions.
Qi Yan's body crashed heavily at the foot of the enormous medicinal tree, and bright red, warm Qilin blood gushed out, instantly staining the thick roots of the medicinal tree and the land that had just come back to life.
A divine beast, the young master of the ancient fire qilin, a proud existence that roams the heavens and earth.
He was killed instantly by the demon's three moves.
Tragic and tragic, yet filled with a suffocating sense of powerlessness.
The ghosts and spirits never once glanced at the gradually cooling body.
It was as if he had casually swatted away nothing more than a fly that disturbed the peace.
His gaze once again fell coldly on the medicinal tree below, which carried the hopes of everyone.
This time, no one could stand in his way anymore.
The ghost slowly raised his hand, a ghostly light flashing at his fingertips. A black wind blade, more refined, purer, and sharper than any previous attack, rapidly condensed at his fingertips.
As the wind blades spun, they tore through the air with a piercing shriek, their sharp edges aimed directly at the most vulnerable roots of the medicinal tree, ready to sever it completely in the next instant.
But at this critical moment...
Another figure, dragging a body that had only partially recovered from its injuries and was still extremely weak, appeared as if by teleportation and stood firmly in front of the medicinal tree.
It's Yang Rui.
He gripped the longsword, which was already broken and tattered, tightly in his hand, yet he still held it horizontally in front of his chest.
With his not-so-broad, even somewhat thin, spine, he steadily protected the verdant greenery behind him, a symbol of life.
Yang Rui's body was still trembling slightly, uncontrollably.
That was a severe aftereffect of the injury and the exhaustion of spiritual energy to the limit.
The healing light emanating from the medicinal tree could barely repair his damaged physical body, but the emptiness and tearing pain deep within his soul could not be made up for in a short time.
His face was as pale as paper, his lips were bloodless, and his breath was so weak that he seemed about to collapse at any moment.
But those eyes, which usually carried a faint trace of illness, were now surprisingly bright, so bright that they sent shivers down one's spine.
There was no fear, no retreat, only a burning determination.
Xiao Huang burned his very essence, saving his life.
To protect the medicinal tree that Xiao Huang had transformed into, Qi Yan paid the ultimate price, sacrificing his life high in the sky.
Even if it costs him his life, even if it destroys his soul, Yang Rui will never allow this tree to suffer the slightest harm!
"Another one sent to their death."
The demon, hidden behind the black mist, furrowed his brow impatiently.
These ants from the lower realm, through their repeated resistance, had completely exhausted all his patience.
He didn't want to waste any more time.
"Since you all love protecting this broken tree so much, then let's all turn to dust together."
The voice of the ghost was icy cold and devoid of any emotion, like a pronouncement from the deepest abyss.
With a slight thought, his vast and unfathomable divine power poured out, splitting half of it into a pitch-black ghost hand that blotted out the sky, pressing down fiercely from the heavens and firmly suppressing Yang Susu, who was trying to rush over to rescue him regardless of the consequences!
"boom--!"
Yang Susu, who had just managed to stand up, was slammed back to the ground by the giant hand, unable to move an inch.
The supreme pressure from the ghost god's divine realm was like the entire sky collapsing, pressing down on her bones until they creaked, making even breathing extremely difficult.
After suppressing Yang Susu, the ghosts and gods released the other half of their power without reservation.
It transformed into countless soul-corroding black needles, as thin as cow hair yet as black as ink.
Each black needle contains a vicious power that erodes the soul and devours life.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!!!"
Thousands of black needles burst forth from the sky, covering the entire area like a torrential downpour, shooting wildly toward Yang Rui's body!
There was a dense, unavoidable crowd!
Yang Rui's pupils contracted sharply, but he did not back down in the slightest.
He poured all the spiritual energy he had just recovered into the broken sword in front of him without any reservation.
"Om-!"
The broken sword let out a mournful cry of resentment, and its faint sword light suddenly surged, forming an extremely fragile sword energy barrier in front of him.
However, before the supreme divine power of ghosts and gods, this barrier was as thin as a cicada's wing and utterly vulnerable.
"Puff puff puff puff—!!!"
Countless black needles easily pierced through the sword energy barrier and slammed into the broken longsword.
The broken sword could no longer hold on, letting out a desperate cry before shattering into countless tiny fragments that scattered across the ground.