1010: Chapter 109 Dazzling Purple Light!

The stars were inverted, and the sun and moon rotated; the great battle between the three had reached a fever pitch.

"Hahahaha! Delightful! Truly delightful!"

Wu Zhankong was covered in blood—some his own, but mostly his enemies'.

Several wounds had been added to his body, but under the support of his majestic Qi and blood, they were all rapidly healing, though several times slower than before.

Like a mad demon, he brandished his Blood-Colored Battle Blade wildly, actually managing to hold on for dozens of days under the joint siege of two Peak Rank Four experts.

Occasionally, the counterattacking blade edges even threw Elder Li and Elder Ying into a fluster, filling them with apprehension.

The Black-Haired Youth, Mo Yuan, watched the battle from outside the circle, his heart surging with excitement yet secretly alarmed.

He hadn't expected Wu Zhankong to be this formidable, able to hold out under the combined efforts of two Peak powerhouses; the power of the opponent's methods surpassed his imagination.

The look of greed in his eyes intensified as he secretly gripped a Black Jade Talisman emitting ominous fluctuations, preparing to deliver a fatal blow to Wu Zhankong at the critical moment.

Wu Zhankong's frantic outburst was like the most brilliant meteor, illuminating this Star Domain that was about to be destroyed, yet it was difficult to sustain.

Under the joint suppression of Elder Li and Elder Ying—two Rank Four experts with tacit cooperation and seasoned experience—he was like a prehistoric Vicious Beast trapped in a quagmire. Despite possessing power that could rend the heavens and earth, he was entwined layer by layer by countless feminine yet tenacious dark tentacles, and every struggle consumed a massive amount of strength.

Initially, he could rely on the fierce might of his Blood-Colored Battle Blade and that suicidal ruthlessness to trade blows with the two, occasionally even forcing them to temporarily avoid his sharp edge.

But as time passed, Elder Li and Elder Ying gradually adapted to his combat rhythm, and their combined attack techniques became increasingly exquisite.

Elder Li focused on defense, his dark energy transforming into overlapping shield walls and vortices, constantly neutralizing and deflecting Wu Zhankong's mountain-splitting Blade-glow.

Elder Ying focused on offense, his movement like a ghost and his attacks tricky and ruthless, specifically seeking the gaps when Wu Zhankong caught his breath or unleashed a move to break through his defense at a single point.

The dark energy with corrosive properties was like maggots on a bone, constantly eroding Wu Zhankong's protective Qi and blood, leaving charred marks upon his body.

"Ugh!"

In a moment of carelessness, Wu Zhankong's left shoulder was pierced by a sinister finger-wind from Elder Ying. Black Qi pervaded the wound, attempting to prevent the Qi and blood from repairing it.

He swung his saber back to force away Elder Li, who had taken the opportunity to attack, but his movements were no longer as fluid as before.

His breathing began to grow heavy, and the Aura of his Qi and blood, which burned like raging flames, dimmed visibly by several degrees.

The solid phantom of the Vicious Beast behind him also appeared somewhat blurry, its roars no longer as soul-shaking.

The continuous high-intensity outburst against two existences of the same rank or even stronger placed a massive burden on his body.

Even though Wu Zhankong's Qi and blood were majestic, they were not inexhaustible.

"His Aura is declining!"

Elder Li keenly captured the change in Wu Zhankong, a hint of cold severity leaking from his raspy voice. "Ying, put in more effort; he won't hold out for much longer!"

"Understood!"

The wound on Elder Ying's shoulder still throbbed with pain, which only further incited his killing intent.

His offensive tightened further as countless dark phantom Clones appeared, pouncing on Wu Zhankong from every angle, while his true body hid in the shadows, waiting for the chance to deliver a fatal blow.

Wu Zhankong's saber-swinging speed slowed down, and his saber techniques were no longer as smooth and natural as before; openings began to multiply.

More and more wounds appeared on his body. Although they healed quickly under the support of his Qi and blood, new injuries were added to old ones, and the healing speed significantly slowed; that dense vitality also seemed to be cast under a shadow.

"Bang!"

Elder Li seized an opening, and a condensed dark palm print landed solidly on Wu Zhankong's back.

"Pfft—!"

Wu Zhankong violently spat out a mouthful of blood, his body staggering forward, the Blood-Colored Battle Blade in his hand nearly slipping away.

He knelt on one knee, using the war saber to prop up his body, preventing himself from falling.

Blood dripped continuously from the corner of his mouth, spreading into a small patch of dark red on the scorched earth beneath him.

He tried to stand up, but his body sent waves of tearing pain and a fatigue that reached deep into his marrow.

The side effects of forcibly squeezing his potential began to manifest, and his Qi and blood even showed signs of withering.

Elder Li and Elder Ying approached slowly from the left and right, their powerful pressure like two great mountains weighing heavily on Wu Zhankong, making even breathing difficult for him.

The surrounding dark energy Domain completely solidified, sealing off all his possible escape routes.

The planet beneath his feet let out a final wail, massive cracks spreading across the globe. The energy of the planetary core erupted uncontrollably; the entire planet was already on the verge of disintegration, with scorching storms sweeping through everything.

A desperate situation!

Wu Zhankong had fallen into a true dead end!

He looked up at the encroaching enemies; there was still no fear in his eyes, only unyielding Battle Intent and a hint of regret.

In the distance, the Black-Haired Youth Mo Yuan finally wore a cruel smile of certain victory.

"It's over! Elder Li, Elder Ying, capture him alive. We must obtain his cultivation method; perhaps it can allow my Black Cloud Empire to master another special path of cultivation!"

Elder Li and Elder Ying naturally understood the meaning. They exchanged a look and raised their hands simultaneously. Majestic dark energy condensed in their palms, transforming into two Dark Shackles capable of sealing stars and obliterating the Divine Soul, slowly descending toward the exhausted Wu Zhankong.

Darkness seemed poised to swallow the last of the light.

Just as those two Dark Shackles, sufficient to completely suppress and obliterate him, were about to reach his body, a sudden change occurred!

Wu Zhankong's originally withered and dim Qi and blood suddenly exploded with terrifying energy far exceeding his previous Peak, as if the core of a star had been tossed into it!

But this energy was not his previous pure and overbearing crimson Qi and blood; instead, it exuded a noble, mysterious, and even slightly eerie and demonic—radiant Purple Radiance!

Buzz!

The Purple Radiance centered on him and spread out instantly like a ripple. It wasn't a physical energy shock, but acted directly on the level of the Divine Soul!

Elder Li and Elder Ying, who bore the brunt of it, felt as if their Divine Souls had been tossed into a constantly rotating, bizarre purple vortex.

Countless chaotic thoughts, forgotten memory fragments, and the deepest desires and fears of their hearts were forcibly pulled and amplified by this strange power. Various illusions that shook their minds even appeared before their eyes!

"Divine Soul attack?! No, this is... Charm? Illusion?"

Elder Li's heart shook violently; he felt his thinking become sluggish, and the condensed Dark Shackles also suffered a momentary collapse.

They were powerfully strong, and their Divine Souls had been tempered a thousand times, far exceeding Wu Zhankong's. However, the grade of this Purple Radiance seemed extremely high, carrying a power of temptation and chaos that pointed straight to the Origin, causing even experts like them to suffer a moment of interference.

This interference was extremely brief, perhaps not even a tenth of a breath!

But for top-tier experts, this was already enough!