712: Chapter 218_4 712: Chapter 218_4 The entire Guardian Immortal Imperial Dynasty had only one person capable of such an attack—Cao Zhen!
It was him, Cao Zhen!
How could he know that they were coming here, and moreover, how had he ambushed them in advance?
Hei Xing was filled with confusion and incomprehension, but in this mont, he had no ti to think further, as mana frantically circulated within his body and a pitch-black turtle shell materialized in front of him.
Like many others, when deploying Divine Skills that resembled Divine Dragons, the longswords they wielded were akin to dragons.
In the realm of Immortal Cultivation, most defensive treasures employed by the cultivators were primarily based on the turtle shell model.
And as Hei Xing’s turtle shell appeared, it was imdiately enveloped by dense streams of Evil Qi, which seed to drill out of the ground from beneath, as if erging from the Nine Netherworld, flooding into the shell.
For a mont, the already pitch-black turtle shell turned even blacker, nearly concealing its original appearance, with only a dark mass visible and trails of black mist wrapping around the shell, spinning rapidly as if they were stirring the surrounding air into a frenzy.
As soon as the turtle shell erged, protecting Hei Xing within it, bolts of thunder already began to fall and strike against it.
In an instant, a series of loud crashes, like heavy objects colliding, sounded, and the shell sparked with brilliant glows of light.
Following the bursts of light, Cao Zhen finally had a clear view of the turtle shell.
It was indeed a turtle shell, but on it were several protruding segnts—if one looked closely, they could see it was a statue.
A statue with four arms, canine teeth, narrow ears, and a terrifying visage of a Demonic Beast, surrounded by swirling masses of black Demonic Qi.
Lightning struck the statue, and the surrounding Demonic Qi instantly gathered as if to defend it.
And below the ground, streams of Evil Qi, visible to the naked eye in their madness, poured into the turtle shell, replenishing the Demonic Qi being consud under the thunderous attacks.
“Replenishing?
Let’s see how long you can keep it up,” sneered Cao Zhen.
Another Golden Core behind his back suddenly burst with dazzling light, and the temperature of the entire world sharply increased.
Endless flas erupted from the Golden Core, instantly transforming the area into a sea of fire.
The fiercely burning flas enveloped Hei Xing and the turtle shell he had released, fiercely scorching them with a heat so terrifying it seed as if it could burn the wastes of the eight directions to cinders.
In an instant, crisp sounds echoed from the turtle shell.
Facing this sudden and extrely fierce attack, Hei Xing could only keep channeling mana to let the turtle shell withstand Cao Zhen’s assault.
All he could do now was delay Cao Zhen for as long as possible, then wait for others to assist him.
In the Sun and Moon Demon Sect, he was considered a towering genius, always overflowing with pride and rarely acknowledging peers within the Sect.
At the very least, he never held Sun Erosion in high regard.
Yet he never imagined that a day would co when he would yearn for Sun Erosion’s help.
Cao Zhen’s attacks were too ferocious, unleashing ten kinds of Divine Skills in one go.
How could anyone counter or cope with this?
Was this the ans of a reincarnated being with Great Ability?
While he was shocked, more wild winds and Heavy Water, among various other Divine Skills, plumted from the sky.
Once Cao Zhen made his move, he did not stop at all.
His Golden Cores behind him continuously unleashed a myriad of Divine Skills.
Within monts, a crisp sound suddenly erged.
The turtle shell in front of Hei Xing could no longer hold, and it burst apart with a thunderous boom!
Escape!
Without any intent of continuing to defend, Hei Xing turned around to flee, but Cao Zhen was already closing in on him.
Around Cao Zhen’s body, waves of murderous intent diffused as though they were solid, even faintly surrounded by an aura of Evil Qi.
He had slain countless Blood Demons in the passageways of the Boundless Bloody Hell, and at so unknown ti, a bit of Evil Qi had naturally begun to appear around him.
The aura inside him had long reached a critical point, and at this mont, his Golden Cores seed as though they were about to burst, with boundless and mighty mana surging like a rampant tide.
In his hands, the longsword that he had obtained from the Divine Soldier Tomb and had not sold was now gathering flickering light, shaking the surrounding air unstoppably.
The next mont, he unleashed a sword strike.
In a flash, it seed the entire world was left with this single strike.
Hei Xing’s eyes suddenly widened at this mont.
One sword?
No, were these hundreds of swords?
Which one was real?
In his vision, within the Void, multiple figures of Cao Zhen erged.
At that mont, he even felt he was not facing a single Cao Zhen, but hundreds, and each one swung a sword, each strike identical, yet every sword seed to be wielded by a peerless master of the Sword Dao, thrusting with a lifeti’s ultimate skill!
Hundreds of swords descended, each filled with boundless murderous intent.
Each one carried a misty aura of the Immortal Realm, every strike concentrated with mysterious and formidable power!
Each seed to effortlessly penetrate mountains!
In that instant, the entire Void was filled with sword light, seemingly containing hundreds of swords, or perhaps only one.
But in that mont, Hei Xing felt as if there were ten thousand swords streaking across the sky, as if the entire space were being shredded into countless pieces.
Before the longsword even fell, the biting sword Qi had already torn his clothes to shreds and caused his skin to sting with pain.
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