Chapter 891: Chapter 664: There Are More Important Things
That was a scene that broke the limits of visual perception.
Shura presented itself to him without reservation.
In a magnificent and dazzling posture, it displayed its strongest side.
And only 21 seconds have passed.
“Is it all over?” Mu Fan murmured to himself.
“Not yet…”
Shura’s deep voice replied, then raised its head to look at the sky above.
“In the next second.”
A pitch-black X-shaped spatial crack emerged from the void.
A massive bone scythe suddenly appeared, followed by the “Mysterious Man” covered in white bone armor walking out from it.
At this moment, its eyes were exceptionally furious!
Due to the earlier attack, most of its body was charred black by high temperatures. If it hadn’t evaded in time, it might have vaporized under that terrifying attack.
Such a situation had never occurred in White Armor’s combat history before, which made it unusually angry.
The left hand raised the gigantic bone scythe high while the wings lightly flapped, instantly breaking the constraints of space, the figure disappearing and reappearing.
The gigantic bone scythe flashed over Shura’s head.
A crescent-shaped slash of red and yellow appeared in the pitch-black starry sky, identical in energy to that solidified spatial corridor.
The trace of the slash showed no signs of healing.
Shura’s figure, burning with white flames, was also split in two by this slash.
Along with a small star body behind Shura, neatly split in half as well.
Speed, strength… it also possessed them!
However, the figure of the mecha being cut apart slowly dissipated in its gaze.
A dazzling white light flashed before its eyes, its bone wings waved, instinctively wanting to withdraw.
It was at this moment, two cold hands, left and right, gently clasped on the sides of its head, then firmly locked the head.
White Armor’s eyes, filled with a cruel gaze, became dull at this moment.
No need to turn its head, it knew who had gripped its head.
Because the scorching afterheat transmitted from the head, the white mist on either side of the eyes clearly indicated the identity of the owner of those hands.
White Armor’s arms suddenly expanded several times; eight tendrils spun out from the cracks of the hand armor, ready to pierce backward in the next moment.
Shura looked indifferently at the opponent’s action, holding the opponent’s head covered in bone armor with both hands, both hands…
Suddenly pressed down hard.
Seeing the scene before him akin to a watermelon shattering, Mu Fan seemed able to hear the pop sound.
Right within Shura’s palms, the opposite bone mask along with the head beneath was directly crushed into powder.
The flesh and debris on its hands were quietly burned away by the white flame.
Shura had no interest in seeing what was under the mask.
It gently released its hands, looking at the eight tendrils still approaching it, its form instantly transformed into a residue shadow.
“This insect beast is not documented in my database, but now it appears that the opponent can survive even after losing its brain.” Black’s voice sounded in Mu Fan’s ear.
When Shura returned to its peak form, Black was left speechless.
It finally understood why Shura was so aloof.
Relying solely on peak speed, strength, and the same battle instincts originating from Mu Fan.
Created a terrifying mecha with autonomous consciousness.
Emperor Body Shura, SSS level…
Lord Black was truly dazzled.
White Armor, now headless, with eight tendrils precisely pierced through the shadow behind it.
Two afterimages converged, forming a mecha leaping up in front of the headless White Armor.
Left arm across the front, right arm raised high, right hand wrapped in white flame, clenched into a fist, appeared at the chest position of White Armor.
Behind, the scarlet cloak gently fluttered.
A punch disappeared like a supernova explosion, fiercely delivered.
Visible to the naked eye, the large bone on the chest of the headless White Armor instantly collapsed.
An impact wave formed by bone powder vertically expanded, and the entire body of headless White Armor was punched in a straight line in the starry sky.
Shura’s figure instantly vanished!
The next moment, it seemingly teleported to the end of that line, indifferently watching White Armor being struck back.
A simple charging punch was once again delivered at supernova explosion speed.
The punch’s edge destroyed the opponent’s back bone armor; in a location invisible to Mu Fan, Shura’s punch shattered White Armor’s spine.
Kinetic energy neutralized, superimposed.
The speed of White Armor, struck by the heavy punch, had exceeded Mach 1000.
Yet Shura’s speed was so fast that it left a series of afterimages.
At times within an 800-kilometer-diameter spherical region.
White Armor was like a broken sphere, hit by an invisible shadow, leaving trails of white lines.
Mu Fan watched the light screen in shock.
“One second… 72 punches.”
This was not just face-to-face punching, but within a space of a diameter of 800 kilometers.
When the countdown in front of Mu Fan jumped to the 24th second.
Shura’s figure appeared at the center of this spherical space.
Looking at the White Armor beaten back to its place.
Right fist extended straight, slowly pulled back, then quietly faced the headless body of White Armor.
Violently struck out!
Countless afterimages disappeared.
In silence and absence, in front of Shura.
A mass of white bone powder exploded, like a bag of flour being blown up.
White Armor…
Was thusly beaten into powder.
“The Zeg Clan’s commander died just like that!?? Why don’t you absorb the energy?” Black said excitedly.
Mu Fan also felt unrest in his heart, witnessing such a dominating scene.
“It has no energy; it is a puppet.”
A deep voice came, Shura’s gaze drifted towards the distance, letting the powder disperse.
In the unknown deep space separated by countless planets, there transmitted a powerful breath, equally terrifying beyond imagination.
And in the far starry sky, where Shura could not even detect, suddenly a giant tendril emerged from the void, its length uncertain of thousands, tens of thousands of kilometers.
Merely lifting it, a heavy whip.
A star body twice the size of Planet 131 directly turned into cosmic dust.
The giant tendril disappeared into darkness with its fury.
…
The Insect Clan, this group, breeds endlessly and limitless.
For now, all Shura could do was crush this first batch of Vanguard Army with kingly might.
To avenge Mu Fan, buying time for Shadow Base’s transfer.
After all, this was not its homeland.
It… only had sixty seconds.
It… was still searching for the long-lost blade!
Moreover, it could feel the fluctuations transmitted in the void.
What comes next was no longer just a battle, but a war between races.
…
Shura explained no further, its palms joined together, and Mu Fan only heard a buzz in his ears.
The red armor instantly dimmed.
The crystal armor plates at the joints returned to their translucent appearance, while other body parts returned to the faint black.
The representative color of Hell’s Six Gates Realm, the white flame subsided from the body of the mecha.
[Hell Eight Gates Realm—Disengaged.]
The elegant, luxurious black mecha stood once more in the void.
Shura, with empty hands, turned around and flew towards the spatial corridor, without any intent to damage it.
Merely transformed into a stream of light, traversing space, landing again on the desolate land of Planet 131.
While within the previous combat space, those scattered Zegs who had lost their intelligence seemingly had their power reduced by several tiers, with a noticeable drop in flying speed.
Their spiritless compound eyes looked towards the still stable spatial corridor, casually flying over.
“Emperor Body status remaining for 35 seconds, Shura, I’m finished here. Should we clear out those insects still attempting to cross the spatial corridor?” Mu Fan asked softly.
In merely 25 seconds, the Shura itself created an incredible legend.
In this alien starry sky, it set astonishing records!
The energy-recovered Shura, whether in thought or speech, was extremely close to real humans.
Now Mu Fan was consulting Shura in this state.
Honoring the scholar, Mu Fan never lacked this humble posture.
“No, time is short, and there are more important matters. My memory tracing is complete; next…”
“You will encounter the memory from seventeen years ago.”
Upon hearing the last sentence, Mu Fan’s head suddenly tilted up!