1008: Chapter 107 Bloodbath - Raging Waves

In just a few dozen breaths, the two had already exchanged over several hundred blows!

Wu Zhankong became increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed. This Black-Robed Figure's control over power was subtle and precise, far surpassing his own. Moreover, that dark energy was extremely troublesome, carrying a strong corrosiveness and a chilling cold that directly invaded the Divine Soul, forcing him to divert a portion of his mind and blood energy to resist it.

Had it not been for his incomparably robust physique and blood energy as vast as the sea, he likely would have been defeated long ago.

A prolonged defense must eventually fail!

During a fierce exchange of attacks, the Black-Robed Figure seized a tiny flaw in Wu Zhankong's form. That withered palm seemed to traverse space, eerily imprinting itself upon Wu Zhankong's chest.

Bang!

With a muffled thud, Wu Zhankong felt as if he had been struck by a heavy blow. He was sent flying backward like a cannonball, smashing through several massive rocky hills before he managed to stabilize himself.

He knelt on one knee, the clothes on his chest completely shredded. A clear black palm print was branded onto his bronze skin, and wisps of black Qi were attempting to bore into his body, making a "chi-chi" corrosive sound.

"Cough, cough..."

Wu Zhankong coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood laced with black threads, but a savage smile appeared on his face.

Around the black palm print on his chest, his blood energy surged as if boiling, and a dense life essence erupted. The palm print actually faded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the black Qi that had invaded his body was quickly forced out and purified. His injuries recovered by more than half within a few breaths!

"Such powerful recovery!"

Even the Black-Robed Figure, whose voice had remained as calm as a deep well, carried a hint of surprise in his tone.

"The warm-up is over!"

Wu Zhankong slowly stood straight. The Battle Intent in his eyes had condensed to its peak, and the Aura on his body began to undergo an earth-shaking transformation.

Buzz—

A faint hum of a blade rang out.

At some unknown point, a battle blade appeared in Wu Zhankong's hand. It was blood-red throughout, with a wild design, and its body seemed to be formed from the solidified blood of countless Vicious Beasts.

The moment the battle blade appeared, a dense, inseparable bloody Evil Qi spread out. The space around the blade's body distorted slightly, as if countless malevolent souls were wailing.

At the same time, the blood-colored Vicious Beast behind Wu Zhankong, which had originally been just a phantom, now completely solidified!

It was the phantom of a terrifying Vicious Beast that resembled a giant tiger but had a single horn on its head, wings on its back, and exposed fangs. It roared silently toward the heavens with overwhelming ferocity, looking like a prehistoric hegemon descending!

Wu Zhankong's breath merged with this Vicious Beast phantom, climbing steadily. In a short time, his Aura actually reached a level where it could stand on equal footing with the Black-Robed Figure!

He gripped the Blood-Slaughter Battle Blade with both hands, the tip pointing directly at the Black-Robed Figure, his voice cold and filled with killing intent.

"Now, it's my turn to get serious! Old man, are you ready to die?"

Before Wu Zhankong's voice had even faded, he had already merged with the blood-colored Vicious Beast phantom behind him, turning into a blood-colored hurricane that tore through heaven and earth, boldly pouncing toward the Black-Robed Figure!

"Roar!"

The blood-colored Vicious Beast phantom let out a silent roar. A physical wave of malevolent Qi swept out like a tsunami, temporarily dispersing the pressure that had stagnated the space around the Black-Robed Figure.

"Vicious Beast Dharma Idol? No, it's a phenomenon condensed from blood energy and Battle Intent! This boy absolutely cannot be allowed to live!"

The Black-Robed Figure felt a chill in his heart; the potential Wu Zhankong displayed at this moment made even him feel threatened.

He dared not hold back any longer. His withered hands formed seals in front of his chest, and the black Qi around him surged, transforming into countless twisting black tentacles that looked like dark venomous snakes, meeting Wu Zhankong from all directions.

"Blood-Slaughter: Army Breaker!"

Wu Zhankong roared, and the blood-colored battle blade in his hand delivered a simple and direct vertical slash!

No fancy techniques, only extreme power and killing intent!

Wherever the blade edge passed, space seemed to be sliced open with a blood-colored gash. Those countless dark tentacles were like meeting their natural enemy, collapsing and dissolving one after another under the blood-colored blade glow, letting out shrill screams!

The Black-Robed Figure's pupils constricted as he retreated rapidly, while simultaneously striking out with both palms. One after another, condensed dark palm prints stacked up, attempting to block this heaven-shaking strike.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The blood-colored blade glow was unstoppable, consecutively exploding three dark palm prints. Though its light dimmed slightly, its momentum remained undiminished as it continued to slash down toward the Black-Robed Figure's head!

"Shadow Evasion!"

The Black-Robed Figure gave a low shout, and his body instantly became blurred, as if he were about to merge into the surrounding shadows.

This was his life-saving ultimate technique, capable of instantly withdrawing from the battlefield and avoiding fatal attacks.

However, Wu Zhankong seemed to have anticipated this!

"Hide? Can you hide!"

The blood-colored Vicious Beast phantom behind him suddenly opened its massive maw, and an invisible, powerful suction targeting both the Divine Soul and space erupted!

This wasn't true devouring, but rather Wu Zhankong's extremely overbearing blood energy and Battle Intent forcibly interfering with and sealing the surrounding space!

The Black-Robed Figure's Shadow Evasion technique was forcibly interrupted by this power, and his figure experienced a moment of stagnation!

In that very instant!

"Die!"

Wu Zhankong moved with his blade, changing the slash to a horizontal sweep. A more cunning and ruthless blood-colored arc of light flashed across the Black-Robed Figure's shoulder at an incredible angle!

Squelch—!

A soft sound rang out, as if a hot knife had sliced into solidified grease.

The Black-Robed Figure let out a muffled groan, his body retreating dozens of yards to put distance between him and Wu Zhankong.

The black robe on his left shoulder was cleanly sliced open, revealing the withered skin beneath. A wound deep enough to see the bone was starkly visible, its edges jagged as if bitten by a Vicious Beast.

But that wasn't what alarmed him the most!

The wound was not immediately covered and repaired by dark energy as it usually would be.

A faint blood-colored light lingered on the wound, carrying an extremely stubborn characteristic of destruction and devouring.

It not only frantically prevented his own energy from repairing the wound but also continuously eroded his flesh and Divine Soul, bringing waves of needle-like pain and weakness!

He tried to mobilize his vast dark energy to strike and purify that layer of blood light, only to find the effect was negligible!

The blood light was like a maggot in the bone, firmly rooted in the wound, devouring his energy and delaying the healing process!

"This... what power is this?!"

For the first time, the Black-Robed Figure spoke with a voice full of shock. His calm state of mind was finally broken.

At their level, Physical Body injuries recovered extremely fast, but now, he clearly felt the long-lost sensation of being "wounded," along with the threat of an injury that was difficult to heal!

"Naturally, it's the power that will kill you!"

Wu Zhankong pressed his advantage, giving the opponent no chance to breathe.

His current power was derived from an outburst; if the fight dragged on, he would surely lose.

Stepping with a profound footwork, his figure closed in again like a ghost. The Blood-Slaughter Battle Blade transformed into a sky full of blood-colored blade shadows, like a violent storm, completely enveloping the Black-Robed Figure!

"Bloody Battle—Raging Waves!"

The blade light was like blood-colored waves in a sea, one wave higher than the last. Every strike contained the massive force to shatter mountains and rivers and the unique "Absolute Injury" characteristic of the Blood-Slaughter Battle Blade.