1055: Chapter 1054 Surrounded, Fighting Against a Flock of Heroes

Clang—!!!

A massive roar, like a great bronze bell, reverberated in all directions. Dazzling sparks erupted from the surface of the mechanical ring, and a deep slash appeared. Countless intricate runes flickered and died out, as the crackling sound of overloaded components echoed from within.

The remaining half of the Cyborg Expert's human face revealed a look of anthropomorphic shock and pain. The entire ring, along with his body, was sent tumbling backward by the force of that single strike.

In the blink of an eye, Wu Zhankong had already fought two people in succession, forcing one to retreat and wounding the other!

His ferocity, his domineering nature, and his power—pure to the extreme—shocked the entire field!

"A Body Cultivator! As expected, he follows the path of extreme power!"

"We can't let him pick us off one by one! Attack together and suppress him!"

After a brief moment of astonishment, the remaining experts completely cast aside their final bits of contempt and playfulness. Only solemnity and killing intent remained in their eyes.

They finally realized that this Red-Haired Madman before them was by no means a newly-entered Fifth-Stage who could be easily handled.

That boiling blood Qi, that primal beast shadow, and that Blood-Colored Battle Blade that seemed capable of slashing through any obstacle all signified that this was an extremely difficult—and potentially lethal—opponent!

"Form the array! Lock the space!"

"Trap him! Wear him down!"

"Attack those slaves! Distract him!"

Amidst the shouting, powerful auras erupted one after another.

Someone sacrificed a Magic Treasure that blotted out the sun; someone performed a Divine Ability, triggering a drastic change in the energy of heaven and earth; someone transformed into a stream of light to assassinate from a bizarre angle; and someone else insidiously diverted a portion of their power to blast toward Thunder Horn's group and the slave procession below.

The battle in the sky instantly reached a fever pitch.

Various colors of radiance flashed frantically, and energy shockwaves rippled outward in circles, completely shredding the lingering energy haze and revealing the perpetually dark and treacherous sky of the Chaotic Star Domain behind it.

Roars, explosions, beastly howls, the clashing of metal, and the sound of energy annihilation... all converged into a symphony of destruction.

Wu Zhankong was trapped in a heavy encirclement.

The combined power of over a dozen Fifth-Stage experts with extremely rich combat experience was enough to make the stars change color.

Energy attacks of various attributes, Divine Soul shocks, Law interference, and spatial restraints swept in from all directions, covering him without any blind spots.

However, he was like a killing machine born for battle, displaying the dominance and power of a Body Cultivator to the fullest.

He did not rely on complex or profound changes in Divine Abilities. Every movement was simple and efficient, like a Vicious Beast pouncing, allowing him to avoid or endure lethal combined attacks in the nick of time.

The Blood-Colored Battle Blade seemed to come alive in his hands, at times transforming into a mountain-cleaving giant blade that struck with the force of splitting Mount Hua.

At other times, it was like a spirit snake emerging from its hole, stabbing at vital points; and at others, it whipped up a blood-colored storm to protect his entire body.

Wherever the blade pointed, blood light was bound to flare—either slashing through the spiritual light of a Magic Treasure, shattering a torrent of energy, or clashing head-on with incoming weapons, producing deafening roars.

The Vicious Beast phantom behind him seemed to merge with the blade. Every swing was accompanied by corresponding beastly roars and pouncing imagery, adding an ancient will-based shock to his pure power that made one's Divine Soul tremble.

"Invigorating!"

Wu Zhankong let out a long howl, his red hair dancing wildly like a burning flame.

He took the brunt of an ice-blue beam from the side, and his left shoulder was instantly covered in a layer of thick ice, but with a flash of purple-red luster, the ice shattered.

He used the momentum to spin, his battle blade slashing upward at an incredible angle, sending an expert who tried to sneak in close with a phantom-like movement flying along with their dagger, blood splattering across the sky.

His combat style was wild yet precise, filled with a primitive aesthetic of violence.

Wounds were quickly covered and sealed by his boiling blood Qi after they appeared. Although his aura was inevitably being slowly consumed in the high-intensity confrontation, his Battle Intent grew ever higher, and the purple glow in his eyes intensified, as if two fires were burning within.

In contrast, the experts he wounded had their expressions change drastically; the sense of obstruction on their wounds forced them to be even more cautious.

Below, Thunder Horn, Jade Scale, Stone Mountain, and the others were also locked in a bitter struggle.

Once Wu Zhankong's field-suppressing Vicious Beast pressure was primarily focused on the experts in the sky, the Dark Star Troops on the ground and the lackeys of various factions reorganized. Combined with the occasional attacks leaking from the sky, they launched a tide-like siege against them and the slave procession.

The electrical arcs on Thunder Horn's single horn had dimmed significantly, and he was covered in blood, yet every strike remained peerlessly fierce, turning approaching enemies into charred husks or mashing them into pulp.

Jade Scale's scales were broken in many places and covered in scorch marks, yet she continued to weave through the enemy crowd, her poison mist and sharp claws working together to harvest lives.

Stone Mountain was like a true rock fortress, standing at the very front and bearing the brunt of the attacks, his rocky skin constantly cracking and then slowly reforming.

"Keep up! Don't scatter! Charge in the direction where the Lord is fighting!"

Thunder Horn roared, his voice already hoarse.

They knew that Wu Zhankong was bearing even greater pressure in the sky. They had to open a path on the ground as quickly as possible; at the very least, they couldn't be held back and become a burden.

Although the slaves were terrified, under their instinct for survival and the desperate protection of Thunder Horn's group, they also showed a bit of bloodiness. They either picked up enemy weapons or used the weak abilities that had been suppressed by Restrictions, following the team and desperately pushing forward.

The entire core street had already transformed into an Asura slaughterhouse.

The sky was a brilliant yet lethal duel of experts, while the ground was a bloody and cruel melee breakout.

Energy turbulence ran rampant, building wreckage constantly disintegrated, and screams and roars were incessant.

At the very center of the storm, Wu Zhankong's figure as he fought the masses alone appeared increasingly solitary and violent.

In his hands, the Blood-Colored Battle Blade truly seemed to have become an awakened blood-colored Vicious Dragon, roaring and biting as it collided head-on with those dozen or so mountain-like figures!

"Again! Again!"

The battle had only just begun.

The domineering fangs of the Body Cultivator had already sunk deep into the seemingly solid iron curtain of rules in the Chaotic Star Domain.

"Something's not right!"

An expert wearing a Starlight Robe and holding a Glazed Treasure Mirror was the first to notice the anomaly. The radiance on the mirror in his hand flowed, reflecting the red-haired figure moving freely in the center of the battle.

As the mirror's light swept over the boiling blood Qi on Wu Zhankong's body, the energy meridians flowing within faintly showed a strange cycle of 'digestion' and 'rebirth'.

That majestic blood Qi, instead of declining under the high-intensity siege, was like refined iron being constantly hammered—becoming purer as it was forged and burning brighter as it was tempered!

"He is refining some kind of power accumulated in his body! He's using our attacks to temper himself!"

The expert in the Starlight Robe cried out, his voice filled with unbelievable shock.

Having Cultivated to their level, they naturally understood the importance of Foundation accumulation and had seen fierce people who used pressure to Breakthrough a Bottleneck.

But someone like Wu Zhankong, who was in the middle of a life-and-death encirclement by over ten experts of the same rank, and instead of worrying about defeat, treated it as a tempering furnace to frantically 'digest' the hidden power within his body—this was a level of madness simply unheard of!