1009: Chapter 108 Unleashing Full Power, Bloodbath Against Two Powerful Figures

The Black-Robed Figure knew Wu Zhankong's power wouldn't last, but at first, he didn't care and didn't take him seriously.

Now that he had lost the initiative and was injured by that strange power, his strength was affected. For a moment, he was completely suppressed by Wu Zhankong's incredibly violent offensive, only able to rely on his exquisite movement techniques and dark energy to hold on, appearing quite disheveled.

His powerful dark energy seemed to have met its natural nemesis in the face of this dense Blood-Evil Qi, being constantly suppressed.

Occasionally, some stray energy hit Wu Zhankong, but it was easily blocked by the solid Vicious Beast phantom and the surging blood-vitality behind him. The damage caused was far less than the threat the Blood-Slaughter Battle Blade posed to him.

The battle situation instantly reversed after Wu Zhankong's full outburst!

"Damn it! This fellow is strange; I can't face him head-on!"

The Black-Robed Figure was both shocked and furious. He found that the power he took pride in was being restricted at every turn by the opponent's strange blood blade and overbearing battle methods.

Meanwhile, Wu Zhankong grew more courageous as he fought. The Blood-Colored Battle Blade seemed to come alive in his hands, achieving a perfect Fusion with his blood-vitality and Battle Intent. Every slash he made carried a tragic, indomitable Aura, vowing to cut down the powerful enemy before him!

He looked at the hard-to-heal wound on the Black-Robed Figure's shoulder and grinned savagely: "Old geezer, the taste of being cut by me isn't pleasant, is it? This is only the beginning!"

In the distance, the Black-Haired Youth, protected by another Black-Robed Figure, had a face that was originally pale from injury but was now flushed with excitement and wild joy.

"Capture him alive for me!"

He stared fixedly at the Blood-Colored Battle Blade in Wu Zhankong's hand, which radiated a sky-piercing Evil Qi, his eyes shimmering with incredibly greedy light.

His breathing was rapid, and he could hardly restrain the longing in his heart. "This kind of power can not only clash head-on with the Peak of the Fourth Rank but also cause Dao wounds that are difficult to recover from. If I obtain it, it will be like adding wings to a tiger, and the Great Throne will be within my reach!"

He seemed to already see himself holding this blade, mastering this power, his strength skyrocketing, and trampling all those brothers and sisters who usually disobeyed him under his feet!

"Elder Li, strike! You must take him down!"

The Black-Haired Youth turned his head sharply and commanded the other Black-Robed Figure guarding him, his tone carrying an unquestionable urgency.

"Young Master, you must not!"

The Black-Robed Figure known as Elder Li spoke in a low voice, offering a word of caution.

"This person's strength is formidable, his Cultivation Technique is strange, and that blade is exceptionally fierce and malevolent."

"Your safety is paramount. It would be better to retreat for now and plan further..."

"Retreat?"

The Black-Haired Youth interrupted sharply, his face full of arrogance and impatience. "There is nothing that I, Black Abyss, have set my sights on that I cannot obtain!"

"Both of you are at the Peak of the Fourth Rank. Working together, can you still not take down an Early Stage of the Fourth Rank who relies on the advantage of a malevolent weapon?"

"Strike immediately! That's an order!"

Elder Li's brow furrowed under his black robe. He knew this Young Master's temperament well; once he decided on something, even nine Star Beasts couldn't pull him back.

He sighed inwardly, knowing that persuasion was useless, and could only say in a heavy voice, "As you command, Young Master. Your injuries have not yet healed; please return to the Warship first. Elder Ying and I will take the lead in the attack."

Before his voice had even faded, Elder Li's figure had already vanished from the spot.

In the center of the battlefield, Wu Zhankong was swinging his Blood-Colored Battle Blade, forcing Elder Ying to retreat step by step. Wherever the blade's edge passed, even space left behind faint blood-colored traces.

Just as he slashed his blade toward Elder Ying's neck, forcing the other to block disheveledly—

Buzz!

A terrifying pressure, no less than Elder Ying's, suddenly attacked from the side and rear!

A streak of dark finger-wind, refined to the extreme and seemingly capable of corroding the Soul, was silent yet fast as lightning, aimed straight at Wu Zhankong's vital heart from behind!

"Finally can't help but use numbers to bully the few?"

Wu Zhankong was surprised but not panicked; he had already expected that the opponent would not sit idly by and watch his companion lose.

At the critical moment, he forcibly twisted his waist, and the Blood-Slaughter Battle Blade turned from a chop into a whirl. The blood-colored blade light drew a perfect arc, just barely blocking that insidious finger-wind!

Clang!

The finger-wind collided with the blade's body, producing the sound of clashing metal.

Wu Zhankong only felt a bone-chilling cold, a highly penetrative power coming through the blade, making his arm slightly numb and causing his blood-vitality to surge.

Meanwhile, Elder Ying, whose frontal pressure had slightly lessened, seized the opportunity to strike with a palm. Dark energy transformed into a hideous ghostly head, biting toward Wu Zhankong's face!

"Get lost!"

Wu Zhankong roared, the blood-colored Vicious Beast phantom behind him bellowing. He threw a punch, and the blood-vitality fist print perished along with that dark ghostly head. The exploding energy knocked him back dozens of meters, plowing two deep furrows into the ground.

He steadied himself, a trace of blood leaking from the corner of his mouth, but the Battle Intent in his eyes burned to the extreme.

He looked left and right at the two Black-Robed Figures surrounding him in a pincer formation. Feeling the two pressures from the Peak of the Fourth Rank that were almost crushing him, he felt no fear, but instead threw his head back and laughed wildly:

"Hahaha! Two old geezers at the Peak of the Fourth Rank joining forces against me, your Black Cloud Empire truly has many experts!"

"Sharp-tongued! Once I capture you, I'll extract your Soul and refine your spirit to see if you can still laugh!"

The wound on Elder Ying's shoulder was still throbbing with pain, and the combination of new and old hatred made his killing intent boil over.

"No need for nonsense with him, end this quickly!"

Elder Li's voice was cold. He exchanged a look with Elder Ying, and their Qi instantly connected. Dark energy surged like a tide, completely turning this area into their Domain.

"Come! Fight!"

Wu Zhankong showed no fear, holding the Blood-Colored Battle Blade horizontally in front of him. His entire body's blood-vitality rose into the sky like a volcanic eruption, standing its ground against the dark Domain of the two Black-Robed Figures!

The Vicious Beast phantom behind him became even more solid, its blood-red eyes locked onto the two powerful enemies.

In the next moment, the three figures collided fiercely once again!

This battle was more intense and terrifying than any before!

Wu Zhankong, holding the Blood-Colored Battle Blade, pushed his overbearing and fierce fighting style to the limit, his blade techniques being bold and powerful.

Every slash contained the power to shatter stars and the unique fatal injury characteristics of Blood-Slaughter, forcing the two Black-Robed Figures not to dare take them head-on, only able to rely on their rich experience and exquisite combined attack techniques to deal with him.

And with the two Black-Robed Figures joining forces, their power was more than doubled!

Their dark energies complemented each other, turning into countless tricky and strange attacks that struck Wu Zhankong from all directions.

Sometimes like a slithering venomous snake, sometimes like raging waves, and sometimes turning into formless and substance-less mental shocks, attempting to dismantle Wu Zhankong's will.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Crack—!!!

The thunderous sounds of energy collisions were continuous. Space, like a shattered mirror, constantly showed fine black cracks. Although they closed quickly, the destructive Aura emitted was chilling.

The already dilapidated planet beneath their feet let out an overburdened moan.

With the three-way battle as the center, the earth split into huge, bottomless canyons, and scorching lava erupted from the planet's interior like blood.

Continental plates were shifting, and mountain ranges were collapsing and being annihilated in patches!

The geological structure of the entire planet was being frantically destroyed by this power that exceeded limits, as if it could completely disintegrate and turn into cosmic dust at any moment!