1129: Chapter 1128 Gradually descending, a desperate gamble

A punch was thrown, silent and soundless, but wherever the fist passed, space collapsed inch by inch like fragile colored glass, leaving a shocking pitch-black trail heading straight for Galan!

This punch not only drew upon a trace of the Earth's Pulsation power but also locked onto all of Galan's Qi, making it unavoidable!

At the same time, the other four Rank Five Late Stage powerhouses recovered from their shock, their gazes becoming incredibly solemn and fierce.

This woman was too great a threat; they had to work together to kill her!

"Golden Sun Sky-Render!"

The golden-armored divine general held a golden war spear, transforming into a streak of golden lightning that tore through the sky, stabbing directly toward Galan's back from the flank. The tip of the spear was searing hot, as if it would melt through space.

"Netherfire Soul-Erosion!"

A shrill scream emanated from the ball of crimson flame. The fire tumbled and condensed into countless wailing ghostly faces, carrying a sinister heatwave that burned the Divine Soul as it surged toward Galan, blotting out the sky.

"Myriad Machine Strangulation!"

The metal Puppet's chest cavity opened, firing a dense array of metal flying blades shimmering with a faint blue cold light. The trajectories of these blades were tricky and interconnected, forming a death-blade net covering hundreds of feet, sealing off all of Galan's maneuvering space.

"Shadow Devouring Myriad Spirits!"

The original dark shadow completely merged into the subtle changes of the surrounding light and shadow. Like a patient venomous snake, it waited for even the smallest opening while Galan dealt with the frontal assault to deliver a fatal blow.

Five great powerhouses—one Peak expert striking with full fury, and four Late Stage experts coordinating perfectly—sealed off all directions.

A certain-kill trap was formed in an instant!

Galan stood at the center of the storm, her blue robes snapping loudly, torn by the violent Qi, and her hair dancing wildly.

Her eyes reflected the incoming Mountain-Shaking Divine Fist, the Sky-Rending Golden Spear, the Soul-Eroding Netherfire, the Strangulation Blade Net, and the omnipresent cold killing intent.

The pressure was as vast as mountains and seas.

But her gaze remained calm, even colder and sharper than before.

"Wind is formless; Space is impermanent."

She whispered in her heart. Inside her body, the Canglan Wind Source and the newly comprehended Space Dao Marks—still nascent yet perfectly attuned—vibrated violently at the same time.

Buzz!

Just as the Mountain-Shaking Divine Fist was about to strike her body, Galan's figure suddenly became illusory, as if she had instantly turned into thousands of overlapping afterimages, or as if she existed simultaneously in every fold of the surrounding space.

Law of Space: Thousand Shadow Escape!

Combined with the Law of Wind: Formless Flowing Wind!

This wasn't simple speed; it was using the Law of Space to create countless spatial refraction projections at her position in a short time. Every projection carried her true aura, yet none were fully physical.

Meanwhile, her true body was like a formless, shadowless wind, shuttling at extreme speed between these projections that were indistinguishable from reality.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The Mountain-Shaking Divine Fist, the Sky-Rending Golden Spear, the Soul-Eroding Netherfire, and the Myriad Machine Blade Net hit the area where "Galan" was almost simultaneously, causing the space to collapse and shatter as energy turbulence raged.

However, most of the attacks hit nothing, or only dispersed a few illusory projections.

Galan's true body, however, appeared beside the golden-armored divine general like a ghost!

She had avoided the strongest punch from the front and chose a relatively weak link on the flank as her counterattack point.

"Slash!"

A blood-colored saber light flashed, fast as a thunderbolt, striking straight at the general's neck! Within the saber light was a Saber Intent that annihilated life, carrying the sharpness of spatial slicing.

The divine general was greatly shocked. He hadn't expected Galan to be able to counterattack so precisely under such a siege, and with such eerie speed!

He hurriedly pulled back his spear to block.

"Clang!" The deafening explosion rang out. The general's figure swayed, and he was actually shaken back half a step.

He was horrified. The opponent's strength and degree of Law condensation far exceeded an ordinary Rank Five Middle Stage!

Galan, however, left immediately after the strike, never lingering to fight.

Before the saber light had dissipated, she used the force of the collision to make her figure blur again. At an incredible angle, she passed through the gaps between the netherfire ghostly faces, her right-hand long sword striking like a masterstroke toward the core hub of the metal Puppet's blade net.

"Ding!"

Another soft sound echoed as the annihilation wind-whirl and spatial vibration power contained in the sword tip penetrated. The precisely operating blade net immediately suffered a moment of chaos.

"You're looking for death!"

A furious roar came from the crimson flames. Countless ghostly faces turned and pounced frantically toward Galan.

The shadow assassin also finally caught an opportunity. A shadow spike, thinner and darker than before, silently pierced toward Galan's ribs.

As if she had eyes in the back of her head, Galan's body performed a turn in mid-air that almost defied logic, narrowly avoiding the shadow spike.

With a backhanded slash from her left hand, the blood-colored Blade-glow split several pouncing ghostly faces, but a few wisps of sinister fire still touched her sleeve, producing a sizzling burning sound and a slight stinging pain in her soul consciousness.

She let out a muffled groan, her face turning slightly pale.

Dealing with multiple attacks simultaneously, especially with that Peak youth's terrifying Fist Intent constantly following her like a shadow, brought her immense pressure and exhaustion.

"Truly troublesome!"

Seeing Galan maneuver so flexibly, the cold light in the youth's eyes grew even stronger.

He threw punch after punch, and one highly condensed earthy-yellow fist seal after another shot through the air. They were no longer single attacks but covered a large area like a meteor shower, compressing Galan's space to dodge.

Every fist seal was as heavy as a mountain; being hit by even one would result in a heavy injury.

The coordination of the other four also became tighter. Golden light, netherfire, the blade net, and shadow spikes intertwined into an increasingly dense and sinister web of death.

Galan pushed the combination of the Nine Heavens Wind God Steps and the Law of Space to the limit. Her figure constantly flickered, folded, and refracted within the narrow space, narrowly avoiding fatal attacks at every critical moment and seizing fleeting gaps to counterattack once or twice.

Saber light and sword shadows flashed, Laws roared, and energy continuously exploded. She was like a small boat in a raging sea; though appearing as if she might capsize at any moment, she always managed to stabilize at the most critical juncture.

Relying on the mystery of the Law of Space and the speed of the Law of Wind, her combat power soared to a staggering level in a short time. She actually managed to barely hold her ground under the siege of the five great powerhouses, even occasionally creating some threats.

But her disadvantage was rapidly expanding as time passed.

The use of the Law of Space was extremely draining on both mind and spirit. Especially since she had only just scratched the surface, her usage was far less smooth and enduring than the youth's mastery over the Earth Law.

Pushing the Nine Heavens Wind God Steps to its limit also placed a massive burden on her Physical Body.

Most importantly, the opponent had five people!

They could attack in turns and cover each other, wearing down her strength.

While she was alone, every dodge, every block, and every counterattack consumed her precious Qi and Soul Power.

"I cannot fight a long battle!"

Galan understood clearly. The opponents far surpassed her in both strength and numbers; a long battle would mean certain death!

A fierce look flashed in her eyes. The wind source and dao marks in her body surged frantically once more, and she even went as far as to draw upon a trace of the vast power remaining from the Secret Realm's Origin.

Time to risk it all!