958: Chapter Clashes Head-on with the Spatial Storm!

High in the heavens, the fierce Blade Storm released by Galan was like countless blades flashing with cold light, sweeping forward with the momentum of a mountain toppling into the sea.

Opposing it was a space storm raging like a giant beast; it was like a prehistoric Vicious Beast from ancient times, carrying an Aura of total destruction as it collided head-on with Galan's Blade Storm.

At the moment of collision, the entire Void Realm seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand, and time itself seemed to freeze for an instant.

An oppressive, suffocating atmosphere permeated the space, as if even the air had stopped flowing.

Countless tiny spatial cracks, like eerie fissures flickering in the darkness, spread wantonly through the Void Realm.

The edges of these cracks shimmered with a ghostly blue light, as if harboring endless danger.

The peerlessly sharp will contained within Galan's blades was like divine weapons capable of piercing the Soul, carrying an indomitable Aura as they frantically collided with and tore at those spatial cracks.

Every collision emitted a sharp hiss that caused the Divine Soul to sting; the sound seemed to come from the depths of Hell, piercing straight into the core of one's heart and making them tremble uncontrollably.

Galan's figure appeared so minuscule before that massive, chaotic energy vortex.

The energy vortex was like a bottomless black hole, emitting a powerful suction as if it wanted to swallow everything whole.

Galan was like a small boat in a raging sea, teetering amidst the surging waves.

However, the will surrounding her was like a blazing star—condensed and resolute.

A look of determination and fortitude showed in her eyes as she stood her ground firmly, her feet seemingly taking root, unswayed by the powerful energy vortex.

She had only one conviction in her heart: to buy precious time for Luo Xiu to rescue Li Wuji!

"Ugh...!"

A pained groan escaped Galan's lips, and blood slowly seeped from the corner of her mouth.

The blood traced a vivid arc through the Void Realm before being instantly evaporated without a trace by the terrifying energy turbulence.

Beneath her fair skin, veins bulged from the overload, like winding earthworms appearing in an eerie blue-purple hue.

The impact of every inch of spatial debris was like billions of dull knives ruthlessly cutting into her Divine Soul; the intense pain nearly made her faint.

But she endured the pain, gritting her teeth, her body trembling slightly yet still holding her position.

Below, Luo Xiu keenly sensed the brief window of stability coming from above, which Galan had bought at the cost of her life.

His eyes instantly turned blood-red, like burning flames, filled with rage and resolve.

His roar was like a clap of thunder, echoing through the Void Realm.

The massive divine demon phantom behind him suddenly solidified, appearing like an ancient demon god descending from nothingness, emitting a powerful breath.

Its body was incredibly tall and its arms were thick and powerful, like two pillars holding up the sky.

It slammed its hands into the surface of that dark purple, mountain-like giant sphere, which flickered with an eerie light as if harboring endless secrets.

"Get... DOWN for this King!!!"

Veins bulged on Luo Xiu's forehead as the surging Divine Demon Power within his body erupted with unprecedented intensity.

Light shone around his body, as if he were enveloped in a layer of golden radiance.

His hands gripped the giant sphere tightly, pushing it downward with all his might.

Under his push, the giant sphere slowly began to move; with every inch it descended, the pressure he endured doubled.

The space storm was like countless invisible giant hands, deathly clutching the giant sphere, trying to pull it back into the vortex of destruction.

That power was so strong and strange that it made Luo Xiu feel incredibly strained.

Above, the Blade Storm barrier Galan had constructed made an overburdened cracking sound.

The sound was crisp and piercing, like a death knell.

More spatial fragments penetrated the defense, like sharp arrows, carving deep wounds into her body that revealed bone.

Blood gushed from the wounds like a spring, dyeing her light armor crimson.

Her eyes remained cold, as if she were indifferent to all this pain, but the light within them was rapidly dimming.

Her body teetered, looking as though a light breeze could blow her over.

Crack—Boom!

Finally, the Blade Storm she had been maintaining with all her strength completely shattered!

In that instant, it felt as if the entire world had collapsed.

Even more violent spatial energy, like a bursting flood, poured down with the momentum to destroy everything.

The energy was like a surging tide, instantly swallowing Galan's figure.

Within that violent torrent of energy, she appeared so small and helpless.

"You damn Mantis!"

Luo Xiu's heart jolted, filled with worry and rage.

His hands trembled slightly from the overexertion, but he still did not give up, continuing to push the giant sphere with all his strength.

"Lady Galan!"

"Senior!"

Below, Shadow, Ning Qiancheng, Zhu Jianhua, and the others all felt their pupils shrink at the sight.

Their faces showed expressions of horror and concern; they had no way to stop it, or even get close.

But at this critical juncture, a sudden change occurred!

A tiny, extremely faint spark of dark-gold fire, yet containing supreme majesty and a vast Aura, suddenly emerged from the center of Luo Xiu's brow.

The spark flickered with a mysterious light, as if it were an ancient oracle.

The moment this spark appeared, the surrounding violent spatial energy seemed to be forcibly suppressed and calmed for a split second by an invisible giant hand.

The violent torrent of energy instantly became peaceful, as if time had stopped flowing.

The spark instantly expanded, transforming into a blurred phantom composed of pure God-Demon Flame.

The phantom emitted a powerful Aura, as if an ancient god or demon had descended.

This was none other than Luo Xiu's Divine Fire Clone; at this moment, he couldn't pull himself away, so he could only rely on his Divine Fire Clone.

Without a moment's pause, the Divine Fire Clone raised its hand and made a grasping motion toward the spatial storm torrent swallowing Galan.

Hum!

As if time were reversing, the space storm in that area was forcibly smoothed over and reversed.

The violent energy torrent instantly vanished, replaced by a peaceful void.

Galan's nearly shattered figure was revealed; her light armor was covered in cracks, and her Aura had weakened to the extreme.

Her body teetered, looking as though a light breeze could blow her over.

The phantom of the Divine Fire Clone also dimmed significantly; clearly, this action had cost it dearly.

It waved its hand, and a gentle but irresistible force wrapped around Galan, throwing her accurately toward the area where Shadow and the others were located, like a falling star.