652: Chapter 652 Molten Core Flame Fist!

Golden sharpness, cyan vitality, and red heat—these three forces intertwined, churning, eroding, and destroying within the wound, preventing it from healing.

The Molten Core Giant King felt anxious, yet he was helpless.

His Fist Technique was not as exquisite as Qin Yan's Spear Technique, his speed was not as agile as Qin Yan's, and his reactions were not as sharp as Qin Yan's.

He was like a clumsy target; although his defense was astonishing, he could only passively take hits, unable to strike his opponent at all.

He wanted to counterattack, but every time he threw a punch, his opponent nimbly dodged; he wanted to close the distance, but every time he stepped forward, his opponent pulled away; he wanted to flee, but every time he turned, his opponent caught up.

Frustrating.

Incredibly frustrating.

He had never encountered such an opponent—someone who was clearly at a lower Realm than him, yet beat him until he had no power to fight back.

...

In the distance, the battle between the Water-element Wondrous Tree and the Molten Core Flame Lord was drawing to a close.

The Water-element Wondrous Tree waved its branches, mobilizing the Xuanming True Water.

That Xuanming True Water surged from the treetop, gathering, condensing, and compressing in the air.

In the blink of an eye, a massive blue river appeared high in the sky.

That river was dozens of zhang long and several zhang wide, entirely deep blue, emitting a bone-chilling cold.

The river water churned, waves rolling, emitting a "rumbling" sound.

Wherever the river passed, the water vapor in the air condensed into ice crystals, drifting down in a flurry.

"Go."

The Water-element Wondrous Tree transmitted a thought.

The surging True Water, carrying bone-chilling cold, rushed toward the Molten Core Flame Lord!

The flames on the Molten Core Flame Lord's body had now become slightly dim.

Prolonged suppression had exhausted it greatly.

Facing the oncoming surging True Water, the Molten Core Flame Lord did not retreat.

It raised its hands, crossing the two flame giant hammers in front of itself to form a flaming cross.

The flaming cross exploded, transforming into a massive wall of fire.

That wall was ten zhang high, about five zhang wide, and several feet thick.

Crimson magma flowed across the flame wall, emitting scorching high heat.

This was the Molten Core Flame Lord's strongest defensive skill—Lava Wall.

However—

The power of the Xuanming True Water far exceeded its imagination.

The surging True Water washed over the Lava Wall.

"Sshhh—"

Ice and fire collided, emitting a harsh sound.

Water vapor filled the air, shrouding the entire sky in white mist.

The flames on the Lava Wall were rapidly extinguished under the washing of the Xuanming True Water.

The flame wall thinned at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Cracks began to appear.

"Crack—"

A crisp sound.

The Lava Wall split open with a fissure.

The water flow surged into the fissure, eroding it from the inside.

"Crack—crack—crack—"

The cracks grew more numerous and dense.

Finally—

"Bang!"

The Lava Wall shattered with a roar.

It broke into countless fragments, dissipating into the air.

The surging Xuanming True Water, now unobstructed, rushed toward the Molten Core Flame Lord.

The Molten Core Flame Lord could not dodge in time and was submerged by the Xuanming True Water.

"Sshhh—"

Ice and fire collided once more.

The flames around the Molten Core Flame Lord's body were rapidly extinguished under the washing of the Xuanming True Water.

It struggled, wanting to break free from the water.

But the Xuanming True Water was like a swamp, firmly trapping it.

Its body began to freeze.

Starting from the feet, frost spread upwards.

Calves, knees, thighs, waist, chest, arms, head...

Wherever it passed, lava turned into rock, and flames turned into frost.

Finally—

The Molten Core Flame Lord's body was completely frozen.

It transformed into a massive ice sculpture, suspended in the air.

Then, the ice sculpture began to dissipate.

Starting from the edges, it turned into specks of cold light, dissipating into the air.

A moment later, the Molten Core Flame Lord completely vanished.

Only the cold light filling the sky remained, drifting in the air.

And just after the Molten Core Flame Lord was destroyed, the Molten Core Giant King, who was battling Qin Yan, also suffered a slight backlash.

The Spirit Beast Phantom is closely linked to its master; if the phantom is destroyed, the master must suffer injury.

This is an iron rule of the martial arts world.

The Molten Core Giant King had already reached the Half-step Grandmaster Realm, so the backlash from the Spirit Beast Phantom shattering did not affect him as much as it would have at the Sixth-Grade Realm.

Therefore, the backlash was correspondingly reduced.

But reduced did not mean non-existent.

The Molten Core Giant King's face was pale, a trace of pain flashed in his eyes, and his aura suddenly became a bit weaker.

That weakness, although not severe, was enough for Qin Yan.

"Good opportunity!"

A sharp glint flashed in Qin Yan's eyes, and the long spear in his hand thrust even faster!

Spear shadows were like rain, dense and fierce.

Each spear thrust carried the chill of Xuanming True Water, and each thrust contained the sharpness of the three-attribute Fusion True Qi.

The spear tip cut through the air with a sharp whistling sound, like the whisper of death, chilling one to the bone.

The Molten Core Giant King found it even more strenuous to block.

Qin Yan's long spear was like a living Dragon, flying up and down before him, thrusting left and right, leaving him unable to defend against it all.

Meanwhile, the Water-element Wondrous Tree in the air was not idle either.

It moved slowly, arriving directly above the two, looking down from a high vantage point at the Molten Core Giant King.

Its deep blue branches swayed gently, its posture elegant and composed.

Streams of water arrows condensed between its branches.

Those water arrows were entirely deep blue, about three feet long, with slender, sharp bodies, and cold, icy light flowing on their surfaces.

Each water arrow contained the chill of Xuanming True Water, and its power was immense.

"Swish—swish—swish—"

The water arrows pierced the air, shooting rapidly toward the Molten Core Giant King!

They attacked simultaneously from all directions; some fell vertically from directly above, some thrust diagonally from the side, some snuck around to the back for a surprise attack, and some feinted from the front.

The angles were tricky, and the speed was astonishingly fast, giving the Molten Core Giant King no room to dodge.

The Molten Core Giant King was immediately caught in a pincer attack.

Above were the water arrows of the Water-element Wondrous Tree, and below was Qin Yan's long spear;

With pursuers in front and blockers behind.

He was stretched thin, unable to attend to everything at once.

Blocking one spear thrust, he was struck in the shoulder by a water arrow; blocking a wave of water arrows, he was stabbed in the abdomen by a spear thrust.

The wounds on his body increased, and his aura grew weaker.

The pressure was immense.

Fight to the death!

A flash of determination crossed the Molten Core Giant King's eyes.

He had no way out.

The volcano he was in had long been sealed by experts of the Human Race.

He could not get out, nor could he escape.

Either kill this human, or be killed by this human.

There was no third option.

"Molten Core Flame Fist!"

The Molten Core Giant King shouted loudly, his voice like a thunderclap, shaking the entire volcano.

As his words fell, the flames around his body surged violently!

The flames no longer spread outwards violently, but instead contracted insanely inwards—from his limbs, torso, and head, all the flame power converged toward the top of his head.

That mass of fire gathered and grew brighter, like a supernova in the making, emitting an earth-shattering aura.

In the blink of an eye, a massive fiery red fist condensed above his head!

That fist was several zhang in size, entirely crimson, with raging flames burning on its surface.

It hung high in the air, like a falling meteorite, emitting scorching light and terrifying pressure.