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"Prepare yourselves! The formation is about to collapse. Unleash every technique you have, or we'll all die here," the Spirit Energy Clan mber controlling the formation said in a grave voice.
Hearing this, everyone withdrew their hands.
Liu Yue and Qin Shikong imdiately joined him, and Jianlan once again blazed with radiant light.
Boom!
The blue formation shattered, and blue light particles rained down from the sky.
Roars erupted as all the Domain Forces simultaneously launched their attacks at the descending pitch-black giant hand.
The terrifying pressure returned, even more intense this ti.
Feng Qi tensed, feeling as if a mountain was pressing down on his head, pinning him in place.
Even though the Domain Forces shared the crushing weight from above, the pressure remained overwhelming.
As the giant hand continued its descent, the oppressive force grew stronger with each passing mont.
Even with the Demonic Dragon Rune modification, Feng Qi's physical strength still couldn't withstand the imnse pressure.
The bloodstone lay abandoned in a corner of the formation, no one having the ntal capacity to compete for it.
This entire realm had been sealed by a black barrier. Unless they could resolve the crisis before them, obtaining the bloodstone would be utterly futile.
Crack!
A bone-snapping sound echoed in his ears.
Feng Qi imdiately turned and saw a domain creature collapse to the ground under the weight.
Its body visibly flattened at an alarming rate, clearly crushed by the pressure from above.
Anyone still standing here was undoubtedly powerful.
Yet even the strongest could not resist the crushing force from above if their physical bodies were weak.
After the domain creature died, Feng Qi felt his ntal energy spiral out of control once more.
Invisible tendrils of ntal energy pierced the dead creature's Sea of Consciousness, devouring its ntal power and absorbing it for his own use.
The stinging pain in his body returned.
At the sa ti, Feng Qi noticed that the Lord of the Mist, located to his front right, was also turning its gaze toward the dead domain creature.
The blood of the deceased domain creature then transford into mist, drifting toward the Lord of the Mist and being absorbed.
Even on the brink of death, it's still draining blood. From now on, I'll call you the Blood Machine.
Feng Qi couldn't help but grumble inwardly at the sight.
As ti passed, the oppressive force from above grew stronger. Fortunately, Liu Yue was bearing the brunt of it, allowing Feng Qi to catch his breath.
During this ti, domain creatures continued to die under the pressure.
These creatures generally possessed powerful ntal energy but physically weak bodies.
Their deaths caused Feng Qi's ntal energy to surge uncontrollably.
He felt that if this continued, his ntal energy might truly shatter his physical form.
He had no idea how to break free from this perilous situation.
He even suspected that in the previous tiline, the escort mission must have had Mu Qing present to escape from the super domain creature, or even defeat it.
Now that it was just him, the entire team was likely dood.
But there was also the possibility that various Domain Forces still held trump cards.
It was precisely these trump cards that helped the Lord of the Mist, Qin Shikong, and others escape with their lives.
As he pondered this, the spatial rift in the sky suddenly expanded, and the pitch-black giant hand pressed down with renewed speed.
Feng Qi felt as if his body had been struck by a massive hamr, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
At the sa ti, the sound of cracking bones erupted all around him.
Among them was Liu Yue.
Having borne the brunt of the pressure, fine beads of blood had already appeared on his body.
The suddenly intensified crushing force shattered his bones, and his body collapsed to the ground with a crash.
Yet he gritted his teeth and used his consciousness to keep Jianlan hovering above his head, continuing to share the pressure.
Seeing this, Feng Qi's expression changed.
In every tiline, Liu Yue had been willing to sacrifice himself to protect him.
Witnessing his brother's wretched state, rage surged within him.
Waiting passively was never an option for him.
He no longer suppressed the riotous ntal energy within him, unleashing his full ntal power.
Invisible tendrils of ntal energy swept through the area, gathering the residual ntal energy from the dead domain creatures and absorbing it into himself.
The constantly dying domain creatures beca the perfect nourishnt for his ntal energy's growth.
His ntal energy surged violently.
At the sa ti, his ntal energy tendrils thickened to an extraordinary degree.
This was accompanied by an intense, swelling pain in his physical body, as if his ntal energy was about to break free from its physical constraints at any mont.
Yet he gritted his teeth and endured.
The ntal energy tendrils brushed aside Liu Yue's Jianlan, transforming into an invisible barrier that hovered above the three of them.
While bearing the crushing pressure from above, he felt his ntal energy rapidly draining away.
Yet the invisible tendrils simultaneously absorbed the residual ntal energy from their surroundings to replenish their reserves.
As more and more domain experts died under the pressure, his ntal energy grew at a frenzied rate.
Just then, he suddenly glanced to his front right.
There, the Lord of the Mist knelt, pale-faced and pinned down by the pressure, yet still gritting his teeth and enduring.
Through his ntal energy perception, he clearly heard the Lord of the Mist's muttered words:
"I can't die... I can't die... I absolutely cannot die!"
The Lord of the Mist still had so value, and he wouldn't let him perish.
He imdiately extended his ntal energy tendrils, wrapped them around the Lord of the Mist, and pulled him close.
The pressure vanished instantly. The Lord of the Mist turned to him with a look of astonishnt.
"Why did you save ?"
"Shut up!"
At that mont, Feng Qi couldn't be bothered to respond.
He realized he was gradually losing control of his physical body, only able to sense its existence through his ntal energy.
"Brother Qi, what's wrong?" Liu Yue, looking pale and weak, noticed sothing was amiss and imdiately asked.
"This art magic is too evil! I'm going to astral project!" Feng Qi replied.
"Astral projection?"
"Yes, astral projection!"
As he roared, fine cracks appeared across his skin, and blood began to seep out.
Mixed with the blood was a substance that had materialized, yet retained its form—a substance composed of solidified, multicolored ntal energy.
"Liu Yue, inject !"
Realizing his body was beyond saving, he shouted.
Hearing this, Liu Yue struggled to stand on one leg and reached into his backpack, pulling out a tal box.
After retrieving the "brain activity fluid," he didn't hesitate to stab the needle into the back of Feng Qi's head.
He pushed the blue liquid in the syringe all the way down.
Feng Qi's eyes widened as his mind suddenly beca hyperactive, and mories surged through his consciousness.
It felt as if his entire brain had been activated.
With his body on the verge of complete collapse, he imdiately shouted:
"Kill !"
Without hesitation, Liu Yue swung Jianlan and severed his head. He then retrieved a healing spray from the tal box and sprayed it on the wound at his neck.
The wound healed rapidly.
The Lord of the Mist, standing nearby, was stunned into silence by the scene.
He clearly didn't understand the purpose of this action.
When Liu Yue preserved his brain, the body finally collapsed under the strain and exploded in a burst. A light-being composed of multiple colors materialized where he had stood.
At that mont, the spiritual body had completely broken free from the shackles of its physical form.
At this point, Feng Qi found himself in a peculiar state.
Even with only his brain remaining, he could still perceive the outside world. Furthermore, he could sense his body again, though this was no longer his original flesh-and-blood form but a spiritual body.
It felt like an extension of his physical body.
He blinked and instinctively controlled the spiritual body to move.
As he had predicted, the spiritual body could indeed be manipulated by his consciousness.
Yet he also noticed sothing abnormal about the spiritual body.
The spiritual body, a chaotic mix of different ntal powers, was extrely unstable, threatening to shatter at any mont.
His consciousness was rapidly fading, unable to hold on much longer.
With this in mind, he chose to completely unleash his ntal energy.
Countless materialized tendrils of ntal energy erupted from the back of his spiritual body, sweeping through the surroundings as the entity itself expanded.
In the blink of an eye, the materialized spiritual body had grown to over four ters tall and continued to expand wildly.
But Feng Qi found himself unable to sustain it.
His consciousness was about to dissipate, leaving him unable to control the spiritual body any longer.
Just as he felt about to lose all connection with the outside world, a surge of pure qi blood flooded into his brain, revitalizing his consciousness and re-coalescing his fading awareness.
Glancing to the side, he saw that it was the Lord of the Mist who was channeling qi blood into him.
"I'll help you keep your consciousness alive—take out of here!"
With the Lord of the Mist's qi blood support, his consciousness re-established its connection with the spiritual body, and its frenzied growth resud.
The spiritual body had instantly grown to over eight ters in height.
At this point, it flickered between brightness and darkness, as if on the verge of collapsing.
Simultaneously, he realized his ntal energy could effortlessly withstand the pressure from above.
For the first ti, he felt the power of a pure spiritual form.
It even made him feel that his physical body was a re shackle and burden, while his spirit was his true self.
In this pure spiritual form, his perception of the outside world transford completely, with no blind spots left.
The only problem was that his consciousness remained in his brain, not having followed into the spiritual body.
If his brain were destroyed, he would die completely, never achieving the state of spiritual immortality Lin Ran had spoken of.
But he didn't dwell on these issues.
The most important thing now was to escape with Liu Yue, Qin Shikong, the Lord of the Mist, and his own brain.
Otherwise, all the efforts made in this tiline would be utterly wasted.
(End of the Chapter)
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