442: No retreat!

“Zheng!”

An extremely short, piercing sound, like metal scraping, echoed across the battlefield!

Su Han’s right “sword tip,” formed by his fist, precisely and accurately struck the very tip of the surging, blood-burning spear that had lunged at him!

That was the spear’s strongest point, and also the sole core fulcrum of its energy structure, its most minute point of impact!

Pure, ultimate sharpness met a blood-burning spear condensed with filth and destruction!

There was no earth-shattering explosion.

Centered on that needle-point-to-wheat-stalk contact point, a substantial, circular shockwave rippled outwards!

Wherever it passed, the ground’s shattered rock dust was instantly pulverized!

There was no stalemate!

“Crackle—!!!”

It was like the sound of incredibly tough glazed glass shattering when pierced by a peerless sharp blade!

That highly compressed, crimson shockwave, capable of collapsing mountains, only held for one-hundred-millionth of a second before Su Han’s fist-“sword’s” sharpness, instantly collapsing from the spear tip’s contact point!

Spiderweb-like cracks spread from the tip, covering the entire colossal blood-burning spear in the blink of an eye!

The wildly circulating filthy energy within lost its support point, violently gushing out like a collapsing dam, transforming into a scorching, foul-smelling, highly corrosive dark red energy torrent!

The Crystal Skeleton General on the left let out a muffled, agonizing shriek, as if from the depths of Hell!

Its enormous charging momentum remained undiminished, but its entire arm, along with the shattered blood-burning spear, was forcefully pushed upwards and bent backward by Su Han’s return-to-simplicity “sword” strike!

Its formidable structure, composed of filthy crystals, was as fragile as decaying wood before the pure sharpness of Su Han’s Incarnation, burning with his vital blood!

Su Han’s figure seemed to embed itself into this briefly opened defensive gap. He broke through the obstruction, his pale golden sharpness undiminished, and following the trajectory of his fist-“sword’s” thrust, his entire being shot like a true arrow towards the General’s twisted chest!

His target was precisely that core, polluted and pulsating like a viscous quagmire!

However, a battle formation was no child’s play. Just as Su Han’s old strength waned and new strength was born, in that subtle instant where his forward rush trajectory could not be changed—

“Wooo-aoh—!!”

The General on the right, relatively slower but the largest in size, burdened with a mountain-like, filthy, heavy crystal armor, moved!

It did not directly charge, but rather lifted a massive leg covered in thick, filthy crystals, carrying a chilling wind pressure, and swept it violently towards the left half of Su Han’s body—

The range of this kick was so vast that it almost sealed off all of Su Han’s dodging space!

Even more terrifyingly, as it lifted its leg, countless dark red tentacles, formed from filthy energy and resembling living creatures, suddenly shot out from the twisted, gigantic crystal facets on its instep and outer thigh. Like a group of predatory vipers, they first coiled towards Su Han’s arms and waist!

Those tentacles carried strong energy pollution and spiritual devouring effects; once entangled, it was not merely physical tearing, but also a spiritual submersion, like falling into mental sludge!

Ahead was the core target about to be pierced, and to the left was a fatal sweeping attack capable of smashing half his crystal body into powder, accompanied by malicious entanglement!

Su Han’s eyes suddenly narrowed!

Within the depths of his golden-flamed pupils, the cold calculation was completed in milliseconds.

Give up the target?

Absolutely not!

“Hmph!”

A short, powerful grunt was forced from his chest!

The pale golden crystallized part of Su Han’s chest and abdomen instantly showed countless more minute cracks, as if bearing an extreme load!

Blood light flowed within the cracks, forcefully extracting more vital blood power before his body suffered a heavy blow!

No retreat!

He even disregarded the vital open area of his left waist and ribs!

His fist-“sword’s” movement showed no hesitation; instead, it accelerated again with that low grunt, like a War God ignoring all obstacles, continuing to thrust towards the quagmire-like filthy core of the General ahead with even more resolve and ferocity! (End of Chapter)