Under the blood-colored sky, the battle had reached a fever pitch.
A tiny figure was waving its fist towards the giant eyeball that obscured the entire sky.
This should have been a scene of an ant trying to stop a car, yet it presented a grandeur of mortals shaking the gods.
Boom boom boom boom boom!
Fang Cheng was engulfed in crimson-gold flas.
Underneath his bronze skin, the knots of veins seed like flowing lava.
His swelling muscles were like heated steel, unleashing unimaginable strength.
The blazing, bright flas danced wildly with his punches, as if they wanted to burn a hole through the sky.
One punch.
A hundred punches.
A thousand punches.
Tens of thousands of punches...
In an instant, the space in front of him was completely filled with countless fist shadows.
Each fist shadow dragged a crimson-gold fla tail, solidified like burning teors.
Wherever the fist shadows reached, the space twisted and tore, emitting a constant sonic boom.
They were no longer re shadows but were condensed to the point of pure destructive will, the pure force that shattered laws.
Tens of thousands of "teors" ford a storm that defied the heavens, launching a fearlessly suicidal bombardnt towards the supre existence.
The giant blood-colored eyeball finally beca no longer indifferent, the cold in its pupil was replaced by shock and anger.
In response, countless tentacles suddenly shot out from the blood-colored iris.
Those tentacles, ford from the purest chaos and malice, each as thick as mountains, lashed and scourged everything as they swung.
Like the embodint of divine punishnt, they aid to crush everything, eting the crimson-gold fist shadow storm.
However.
In this space constructed by consciousness, Fang Cheng’s punch speed had long surpassed the shackles of thought, even transcending the limits of ti.
Da da da da da——
The piercing, urgent sonic booms finally fused into one, becoming a terrifying roar that could tear the sky asunder.
Countless fist shadows and flas gathered in an instant, exploding into an unbelievably dazzling light, as if a crimson-gold sun suddenly rose!
The scorching light and waves enveloped the giant eyeball, along with its frantically thrashing thousands of tentacles, shattering and incinerating them to nothingness.
A storm of violent energy swept across the entire blood-colored space.
Creak!
A crisp sound of extre shattering echoed across the sky.
After withstanding countless heavy blows, the giant eye’s sclera finally burst open with a visible crack, with dark red liquid oozing out of the dark fissure.
Imdiately, the second and third cracks rapidly spread until hundreds and thousands of scars covered its surface.
Like a blood-colored porcelain about to shatter completely.
Fang Cheng’s eyes focused, gathering all his battle intent to deliver the final deadly strike.
At that mont, a dark red stream of light unexpectedly flew in from beyond the sky.
It was a spear ford from essence blood and resentnt, piercing through the barriers of space, smashing solidly onto the giant eyeball filled with cracks.
Boom——
The explosion of the impact was drowned out by the roaring fist shadows, seemingly silent, yet it beca the last straw that broke the cal’s back.
The entire blood-colored space violently shook with this strike, countless ripples spreading out.
The sky, earth, and mist, all began to beco transparent, rapidly fading like reflections in the water.
Fang Cheng’s final strike, gathered and ready, thus landed in vain.
The blood-colored space ahead was quickly virtualizing, silently disappearing into endless darkness.
"Disappeared again?"
Fang Cheng’s motion, hovering in midair, suddenly halted, and his pupils shrank.
The next mont, consciousness surged back into his body like a tide.
The aftertaste of the fierce battle had not yet faded.
It was as if the roaring sonic booms still echoed in his ears, yet in front of him was now a silent living room.
The city lights outside the window were blocked by curtains, only projecting a faint beam of light through the gaps, outlining the blurred contours of the furniture.
The stark contrast between reality and consciousness gave Fang Cheng a mont of daze.
He sat there with his legs crossed in the dark, allowing his heartbeat to gradually calm from chaos.
After a long ti, he whispered to himself:
"No, the last strike just now, it didn’t seem like I did it..."
Upon careful reconsideration, although he had concentrated all his attention on the Deep Red Eye at that ti, he still caught that montary abnormal fluctuation.
Looking at the trajectory of its movent, the red spear seed more like energy coming from the outside world.
Fang Cheng furrowed his brows slightly, feeling sowhat perplexed.
Was it accidentally coming across a malicious thought drifting through the Consciousness World?
Or was soone targeting his coordinates, deliberately launching a spiritual attack?
Or was it the Spiritual Ability User hidden within the Noah Building, manipulating the Deep Red Eye, launching a retaliatory asure because the Inner World was destroyed?
Yet these guesses didn’t hold up.
This ti, the target of the external consciousness attack was evidently the Deep Red Eye.
Not him, the culprit who had fought the Deep Red Eye head-on.
In a sense, in that brief instant, he and this unknown force seed to have reached an accord because of a common enemy.
Fang Cheng pondered for a long ti, then finally shook his head.
If it can’t be figured out, he wouldn’t dwell on it further.
At this mont, a strong sense of dryness and thirst surged from deep in his throat.
He imdiately stood up and walked to the freezer, grabbing a large bottle of ice-cold cola, tilting his head back and gulping down more than half.
The cool, sweet liquid slid down his throat into his stomach, slightly suppressing the heat within.
Almost a day had passed since swallowing the Deep Red Eye, yet the negative effects persisted.
Fang Cheng currently felt no hunger at all, replaced by an unshakable heat and thirst.
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