214: Chapter 210 Fierce Battle

The sky had long since lost its color.

The earth had long since turned into scorched soil.

Where Qinghua Mountain once stood, only a bottomless, gigantic crater remained, like an ugly scar upon the earth.

Above this desolate land of destruction, the only source of light came from the lightning purgatory that shrouded a radius of one hundred miles.

"Boom!"

"Crackle!"

Black, destructive lightning raged wildly, filling every inch of space to the brim.

Inside the sea of lightning, dozens of figures were frantically intertwining and battling.

Shouts of killing, roars of anger, the explosive sounds of Divine Ability, the clashing of blades... all converged into a symphony of death that was tragic to the extreme.

On this heart-stopping battlefield, the great battle had already entered its most intense, white-hot stage.

Chen Zhiwen's figure, like a ghost, darted and flashed rapidly through the torrent woven from lightning and Divine Ability.

The white robe he had originally been wearing had already been completely torn to shreds by the powerful energy during the first round of intense bombardment, turning into countless tiny fragments that drifted away in the wind.

At this moment, his Physical Body, which looked as if it had been cast from ten-thousand-year dark iron, was finally fully revealed before everyone's eyes.

This body was filled with explosive power; every muscle was as hard as steel, with clear lines and a sense of strength.

His bronze-colored skin was covered in crisscrossing scars; some were torn by sharp claws, some were corroded by strange Divine Ability, and others were cracked, bloody patterns caused by pure force.

Golden blood flowed slowly along the lines of his muscles, as if it were the fire of life flowing within his body.

However, hidden beneath these shocking wounds was a powerful self-healing force—the "Body Tempering Indestructible Scripture."

This ancient Cultivation Technique was causing those hideous wounds to rapidly squirm and heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if these scars had never existed.

Chen Zhiwen's long hair had also long since been soaked through with sweat and blood, sticking wetly to his cheeks and back.

But in this violent airflow, his long hair seemed to have been imbued with life, dancing wildly like untamed Dragons, making him appear all the more like an undefeated demon god who had walked out from an ancient battlefield.

And his eyes, which had once been as deep as the starry sky, were now as bright as lightning, burning within them was a raging Battle Intent sufficient to burn the Nine Heavens!

This Battle Intent seemed capable of piercing through the clouds and shaking the heavens and earth, making one unable to help but feel chilled by it.

"Kill!" Accompanied by this roar, his voice seemed to pierce through layers of dark clouds, echoing in this sky shrouded by lightning.

The dao-slaying sword in his hand trembled violently, emitting bursts of humming, as if responding to its master's intent to kill.

That overbearing and peerless Sword Intent poured out from the sword's body continuously, like the surging waters of a breached dam.

Each streak of sword light was like a roaring Dragon, carrying endless might, completely tearing through this sky.

Under the impact of the Sword Intent, the lightning had to retreat, giving way to a Domain of the sword that belonged to him.

"Puchi!" The sword light flashed, as fast as lightning.

A Powerful Member of the Remnant Clan could not dodge in time and was cut in half at the waist by this overbearing Sword Intent.

His body exploded instantly in mid-air, blood and internal organs splattering everywhere, a horrific sight.

However, before Chen Zhiwen could catch his breath, three Divine Abilities containing the aura of decay and destruction struck his back fiercely like ghosts, from three extremely tricky angles, pouncing like hungry tigers.

"Bang!" A loud noise, like a thunderclap.

Chen Zhiwen's body seemed to suffer a heavy blow, rushing forward violently, and a trace of golden blood spilled from his mouth again.

His face instantly turned as pale as paper; clearly, this blow had caused him no small amount of damage.

Even though his Physical Body was incomparably strong, it could not withstand such continuous, relentless siege.

His footsteps were a bit unsteady, his figure swaying, as if he would fall down the next moment.

"Die!" At this moment, a Powerful Member of the Remnant Clan seized this fleeting opportunity, his figure appearing like a ghost instantly at Chen Zhiwen's side.

His five fingers formed a claw, with pitch-black mist swirling around his fingertips, like an evil ghost from Hell, reaching straight for Chen Zhiwen's heart!

Facing this fatal blow, Chen Zhiwen's face showed no sign of panic.

Instead, the corners of his mouth curled into a cold arc.

"Finally... you took the bait."

He snorted coldly in his heart, completely ignoring that heart-piercing claw, and instead poured all his strength into the dao-slaying sword in his hand!

At the same time, his mind stirred.

"Come out!"

"Hum—"

A darkness, deep to the extreme, emerged without warning beside Chen Zhiwen.

The darkness quickly condensed, turning into a figure similar in build to Chen Zhiwen, but entirely shrouded in shadows, with a face that could not be seen.

The moment this figure appeared, a dark aura, originating from the same source as the Remnant Clan but even more ancient, more noble, and purer, burst forth!

That was a sovereign aura that ruled over the world, viewing all things as dust!

"This is... the aura of the Indestructible Dark Clan?!"

"Imperial Bloodline!"

"Impossible! The Imperial Bloodline of our clan... had already withered away completely in that battle during the ancient times!"

All the Powerful Members of the Remnant Clan froze for a split second at this moment.

Their faces were filled with disbelief, shock, and horror.

Especially the Powerful Member of the Remnant Clan who was preparing to sneak attack Chen Zhiwen; because of this sudden imperial pressure, his mind was shaken, and his movements were a beat slower!

And when experts fight, victory or defeat often hangs by this thin thread!

"Now is the time!"

This was the opportunity Chen Zhiwen had been waiting for!

The dao-slaying sword in his hand turned into a streak of light, and with a speed that transcended time and space, he slashed out fiercely!

At the same time, that dark figure that had just appeared also formed a fist with its five fingers and punched out!