Peak Combat Power from the Red Dust
Boom——!!!
Ink Lightning flashed across the sky, and earth-shattering explosions rolled out!
A black shadow smashed down like a cannonball, shattering a desolate Hill into dust before crashing into the hard earth with a loud bang, sending dust flying all over the sky.
At the edge of the clouds in the firmament, a figure in white clothing, like a Heavenly God descending to the world, looked down indifferently at the ruined Hill billowing with dust.
"...This time, are you still not dead??"
Lü Liangren raised the eight-foot ink brush in his hand and rapidly waved it in the nothingness. Like a halberd piercing the wind, it danced out afterimages. Clusters of ink crazily spread outwards with him as the center.
This ink seemed to soak into a thin sheet of painting paper, instantly dyeing the sky black. It was as if layers of thunderclouds were stacked together, and a terrifying Oppressive Aura descended upon the human world!
"Extinguish."
Dong dong dong dong dong——
The ravines on the earth grew deeper and deeper under the lightning strikes. The aftershocks of the impact almost wiped out all the surrounding terrain. This bombardment lasted for more than half a minute before the deafening noise that almost tore eardrums apart gradually subsided.
When the wandering Ink Lightning gradually dissipated, the original earth had disappeared, replaced by an Ink Wash Vast Ocean... At this moment, in the center of the vast ocean, a shattered body was gently swaying with the waves.
Lü Liangren's chest heaved violently, and his complexion was somewhat pale...
This series of skills consumed a lot of his Spiritual Power. But according to the destructive power he had just unleashed, other God Path users of the same rank should be heavily injured even if they didn't die. However, Brand...
Brand was indeed heavily injured, heavily injured to the brink of death.
Just like the previous eight times.
Brand floated on the surface of the ink like a corpse. The next moment, an Alchemy Array extended out from his flesh and blood. Densely packed arteries and veins seemed to come alive, weaving into complex and mysterious Markings. Steam rose slowly from beneath him...
Within this steam, wisps of lightning wandered. Brand's mutilated limbs regrew flesh and blood, and he staggered to his feet from the surface of the ink.
"So painful... feels like I died once again." Brand looked at his body and grimaced in pain.
Lü Liangren gripped the eight-foot ink brush, slowly floating down from the air, his toes lightly tapping on the surface of the ink, causing a ripple... He looked at Brand's completely intact body, his expression extremely unsightly.
"What kind of monster are you?"
"I am not a monster, I am a human." Brand smiled and shrugged. "It's just that I'm proficient in some Human Alchemy... converting water molecules in the air into flesh and blood cells or something like that."
"No matter how much you convert, your Spiritual Power has a limit." Lü Liangren took a deep breath, and killing intent erupted in his eyes once more.
"As long as I deal damage to you enough times, you will still die."
The smile at the corner of Brand's mouth gradually faded. He narrowed his eyes at Lü Liangren and spoke sinisterly:
"Oh? Then come and try... Let's see whether you run out of energy first, or I get killed first?"
Lü Liangren abruptly tightened his grip on the eight-foot ink brush. Just as he was about to make a move, in the nothingness above Brand, a giant millstone woven from over a hundred geometric shapes suddenly appeared, sweeping Brand's figure into it in the blink of an eye!
Boom——!!!
The Ink Wash Vast Ocean churned violently. Brand's agonizing wails rang out underwater, seeming to be undergoing inhuman torment.
Lü Liangren was startled for a moment. He looked up, only to see a blank picture frame floating in the air. The Second Hall's abstract face slowly outlined itself from within...
"Quite the big tone." The Second Hall coldly snorted. "I really want to see, how many times can you be killed?"
"You resolved things on your side?" Surprise flashed in Lü Liangren's eyes.
"Resolved."
As the Second Hall's voice fell, two figures successively fell from the air onto the Ink Wash Vast Ocean. One carried a giant colorful paint palette on his back, and the other had comic-book special effects floating around him. The Oppressive Aura of two Rank 7s descended simultaneously.
The Fourth Hall, the Eighth Hall.
"Four Rank 7s from the Wuji Domain. Two dead, one heavily injured, one trapped." The Second Hall looked down beneath the churning ink. "Now... only this culprit remains."
"These guys from the Witchcraft Association really can't take a beating," Yang Muquan raised his chin and said.
The Fourth Hall glanced at him and didn't speak.
A massive Alchemy Array opened up at the bottom of the Ink Wash Vast Ocean. Immediately following, a hideous gap was torn open in the churning seawater, and a giant-like flesh arm roared as it swung out from below!
There was no skin on the surface of this arm, only crimson flesh and bones exuding faint steam. The loosely clenched fist was as massive as a mountain peak, blotting out the sky and covering the sun.
As the flesh fist slowly opened, a blood-soaked Brand half-kneeled weakly on the palm, cursing:
"You Floating Life Painting people either sneak attack or gang up, you really have no shame!"
"No matter how shameless we are, we won't massacre civilians," the Fourth Hall said coldly. "But you... you are a truly shameless beast."
As the words fell, the Second Hall, Third Hall, Fourth Hall, and Eighth Hall made a move simultaneously. Like four streams of light rushing into the sky, their earth-shaking Oppressive Auras intertwined together, pressing down on Brand!
Although Brand was Rank 8, under the joint encirclement of two Rank 8s and two Rank 7s, he still had no power to fight back.
His figure was like a kite with a broken string, being knocked back and forth in the air. Even with the Human Alchemy array spinning crazily, it couldn't keep up with the speed at which his body was being destroyed. In just three short minutes, he was heavily injured to the brink of death six times, crashing down miserably to the earth.
"Like massacring civilians?"
Bang——!
Lü Liangren pierced his abdomen with a stroke, the aftershocks almost tearing all his internal organs apart.
"Want to refine Philosopher's Stones?"
The Second Hall's abstract face outlined from the nothingness. A pair of octagons rolled over him like gears, twisting his bones along with the space into fragments.
"Do you really think my Red Dust Domain... has no one?"
The Fourth Hall and Eighth Hall struck at the same time. Their two palms respectively pressed on the left and right eyes of the miserably falling Brand, and abruptly exerted force!
Boom——!!
Brand's figure was once again embedded into the earth.
"Cough cough cough cough cough..." Brand fell to his knees, coughing violently. With every cough, a large amount of blood clots were spat out, making for a shocking sight.
His Spiritual Power was already nearing its limit and couldn't support any more Human Alchemy... If this continued, he really would die here.
The four Hall Masters walked slowly over from the Ink Wash Vast Ocean. They carried the wrath of the Red Dust Domain and also represented the peak Combat Power of the Floating Life Painting in this era.
The Eighth Hall, Yang Muquan, walked straight in front of him. His hand, flashing with comic-book special effects, tightly gripped Brand's head...
"Are you ready to accept your death?"
"You guys... can't kill me," Brand croaked hoarsely.
"It's already come to this, and you still think we can't kill you??"
"You guys, can't kill me!" Brand laughed. He grinned with that bloody mouth full of broken teeth and confidently repeated, "He can give up on anyone... but he won't let me die."
Hearing these words, the brows of the four Hall Masters furrowed simultaneously.
Yang Muquan's eyes grew cold. Just as he was about to directly crush Brand's head, a blinding brilliance suddenly bloomed before his eyes, carrying a heart-palpitating light and heat... like a burning sun.