The rain in the sky lessened a bit.
It looked like it was going to clear up.
However,
the anxiety in He Chen's heart beca even heavier.
Where did Fan Wubing go?
What on earth did he do? Clearly, I used the "Silent Desolation Sorrowful Soul Intent," which contains the despair and fear of over a million people. It was the strongest Silent Desolation Sorrowful Soul Intent of my life!
Why, why could he dodge it?
Moreover, I distinctly felt his vitality was drained clean by the Soul Slaying Bloodthirsty Sword. How co he suddenly ca back to life?
It seed like so powerful life force suddenly injected into his body. No… no, it wasn't injected into his body; rather, he already had that life force within him!
Could it be, could it be...
He Chen's pupils trembled, "Could it be that besides the disaster-attracting constitution, he has another constitution? No… no! I've observed him for so long, and there was no sign of a special constitution before. How could he suddenly have a special constitution now?"
Where did he go?
Where did he go!
I must find him imdiately and kill him again. Otherwise…
The anxiety in He Chen's heart gradually brewed a trace of fear.
Holding his forehead, trembling, he thought, "Am I actually afraid? No, I cannot be afraid! Others should fear , not the other way around!"
To enjoy the fear and despair of others, this is what he pursues. One could say this is his Dao heart. If he starts to fear others suddenly, it implies his Dao heart is unstable.
He is not a novice on the path of cultivation, and he knows very well what a fragnted Dao heart ans.
At this mont, he has no way to retreat. Only by killing Fan Wubing can he stabilize his Dao heart.
Before coming, he had never thought he would be forced to this point by an insignificant Nascent Soul novice, "I'm a Great Demon, only one step away from becoming a Demon God! To tread the path of a demon again should have been a royal road... it shouldn't... I shouldn't have fallen to such a situation. A Nascent Soul novice actually becos the greatest hindrance on my road to becoming a Demon God? Ridiculous, ridiculous!"
His blood qi suddenly burst out.
All the living things around withered rapidly under the enveloping blood qi. In an instant, this mountain forest beca a withered mountain, stirring up massive deadly energy. In the reflection of deathly energy, Fan Wubing had nowhere to hide.
His aura was once again locked onto by He Chen.
He Chen's upper body was a head and two arms, and his lower body was a grueso massive sword. The erging blood qi from his body congealed into a gigantic shadow behind him, almost covering the sky, resembling the terrifying Great Asura from Buddhist legends, with a ferocious aura.
With a crazed expression, he said towards Fan Wubing, "I never thought I'd be forced by you to use the true form of the Demon Lord. To avoid those fools of justice from White Jade Capital and Wenxin Heaven, I haven't used the true form of the Demon Lord for over a thousand years. You did it… you beca the largest obstacle on my road to becoming a Demon God. In fact, I should be happy… because, once I deal with you, it ans the road behind to becoming a Demon God is completely unobstructed."
The demonic qi devouring all life forces was still spreading relentlessly. The speed was fast.
The entire mountain swiftly turned into a dead mountain. In the nearby river, dead fish continually floated up.
Withering, decay.
All the sources originated from He Chen's true form of the Demon Lord.
Fan Wubing gazed at the imnse figure covering the sky. Such an overwhelming scene should have made him fearful and despairing. But at this mont, his eyes were clear, his heart like still water, unaffected.
The true form of the Demon Lord of He Chen thoroughly enveloped Fan Wubing.
The blood-colored giant sword slashed down again and again, stirring up storm-like blood qi, carrying destructive demonic power.
The mountains crumbled, the earth split, the moon hid, the stars sank.
Everything related to "beauty" disappeared, leaving only despair and pain.
Yet,
Fan Wubing always managed to perfectly dodge every attack. He twisted and turned within the decaying deathly energy... he wasn't fighting, but dancing. Clearly using the sa body technique Divine Techniques, why at this mont does it display a completely different performance?
He was incredibly fast, no… his speed seed limitless. It seed any so-called "consumption" simply did not exist in his eyes.
He Chen was thoroughly forced to desperation, almost losing his reason, the colossal true form of the Demon Lord toppling over, leaving Fan Wubing with no space to evade.
This ti, "You can't dodge, you can't dodge!"
He Chen, like slaughtering every living creature, was excessively violent, excessively frenzied. He made Fan Wubing realize what a true Demon Cultivator should be like, such "clean and pure" evil, free of any "filthy" goodness.
Fan Wubing looked at him and said, "Yes, I can't dodge. So, I choose not to."
He stood there motionless.
The overwhelming aura of the Demon Lord's true form, together with the blood-colored giant sword, attacked Fan Wubing.
[You have entered the "Transcendental State" status. During this ti, all lethal damage will be absorbed by the Heavenly Dao for you. So, fight freely!]
All of He Chen's attacks, brought together by every possible ans, fell upon Fan Wubing.
The damage was high, so high that even if Fan Wubing's health multiplied by ten, it couldn't withstand it. Because this was the first ti since he ca to this world that he encountered eight-digit damage.
[You received an attack from "Blood Demon Qi," Health -12,763,789 points, "Tongue Desire" absorbed and converted part, Health Max 603,895 points]
[You are in the "Transcendental State," Health will not drop below 1 point]
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