264: Chapter 264 That Punch That Came From the Sky!

High above in the hundred-meter-high sky, biting gales howled past, wantily tearing at everything around them.

Black fog surged and billowed, resembling an ocean whipping up towering waves, with an overwhelming momentum that wrapped all of Miwu Mountain impenetrably.

Looking out, it was truly a world of primordial Chaos.

Right in the center of this Chaos, a golden sphere of light hovered quietly.

That radiance was like the morning sun piercing through dark clouds, dazzling and carrying a hint of vitality, propping up a small, bright world within the endless darkness.

The black fog surged and churned around it, spinning ceaselessly.

At times it contracted inward, attempting to completely swallow the golden sphere of light, and at times, as if driven by some mysterious force, it surged and expanded outward.

Repeating in this cycle, it formed a dangerous and unpredictable vortex region.

Fang Cheng rode the gale, swiftly cutting through the fog.

Even though the surrounding environment was utterly atrocious, his eyes were like a goshawk locking onto its prey, staring fixedly at the brilliantly glowing golden bumpa bottle.

At this moment, they were less than fifty meters away from the target's location, yet the road ahead grew increasingly arduous.

The air seemed to become incomparably viscous, and every breath felt like pulling at a clump of glue.

It left Fang Cheng's chest somewhat oppressed, and his physical movements inevitably slowed down a fraction as well.

The deeper he went into the "vortex", the resistance to flying forward gradually intensified, and his entire body felt like it was trekking through a mud swamp.

The temperature plummeted even more drastically, and the piercing cold stabbed into his skin like steel needles.

Fang Cheng even felt as though his blood was about to freeze solid.

Lowering his gaze to look down, wisps of black fog crept up from below, resembling countless dark tentacles tangling around him bit by bit.

A thick aura of putrefaction closely followed, permeating the air and almost gagging anyone who smelled it.

It was like a stench from the abyss, proclaiming that many evil and filthy entities were hidden within the darkness, enough to swallow any intruder.

Fang Cheng had long prepared for this, decisively holding his breath and switching to an internal respiration state to avoid suffering excessive negative effects.

However, this state could not last long.

Because wanting to continue flying in such a perilous environment relying solely on air-suspension time and wind force was clearly far from enough.

Fang Cheng had to constantly circulate the Qi within his body, then eject it massively through all his pores, thereby forming a stable forward-propelling force.

If he only outputted without inputting, the Qi inside his body would inevitably become unsustainable, failing to achieve a virtuous cycle.

These were still not the worst situations.

After the golden bumpa bottle located at the core of the Formation perceived someone approaching, it actually hummed and rang.

Ripple after ripple of energy fluctuations suddenly radiated outward with it as the center, rapidly spreading to the surrounding space.

Immediately following that, those black fogs were stirred up as if by an invisible pair of giant hands, transforming into even more turbulent black ocean waves.

Layer upon layer, rushing forward one after another, they continuously crashed toward Fang Cheng.

Every wave seemed to carry the momentum of a thousand jun, attempting to swat him down from the clouds and drag him into the abyss.

At the same time, deep in the darkness, those distorted shadows gathered in greater and greater numbers like awakened evil ghosts.

In the blink of an eye, they densely populated the air.

They varied in shapes, glaring with bared teeth and ferocious expressions, rising and sinking, appearing and disappearing among the churning "black ocean waves".

They also emitted bursts of horrifying roars, making this airspace possessing the sole light seem to be reduced to the entrance of Hell.

Facing such a perilous desperate situation, Fang Cheng was not flustered in the slightest.

In the virtual reality, he had long rehearsed for this kind of scene more than a dozen times, harboring sufficient countermeasures in his heart, just waiting to deploy them at the critical moment.

Fang Cheng's body muscles quickly relaxed, and relying on the "Force Dispersion" effect of Tai Chi, he used his internal strength as a blade to dismantle the oncoming "black ocean waves" one by one, dissolving them into nothingness.

At this moment, he was like a highly skilled surfer, standing steadily amidst the towering waves, fully countering the dual resistance brought by gravity and the black fog tide.

The mist grew increasingly dense and viscous, wrapping tightly around him like clumps of damp cotton balls.

The icy water vapor rapidly condensed into fine water droplets on his hair and eyelashes.

The air-suspension time was also running out, and the speed of his body's descent clearly accelerated.

The road leading to the target became increasingly difficult, as if separated by a natural chasm.

But Fang Cheng still did not produce any intention of giving up.

Instead, his gaze grew increasingly resolute, firmly locking onto the golden bumpa bottle floating within the black fog and radiating dazzling light.

Because.

He was waiting for an opportunity.

The distance to the target's position was getting closer and closer: fifty meters, forty meters, thirty meters, twenty meters...

Every meter shortened added a fraction more hope.

Yet the speed of his body's descent was also growing faster accordingly, on the verge of missing victory by a narrow margin.

Suddenly, the violently churning vortex was affected by some mysterious power and began to contract inward regularly.

The majestic offensive of the black ocean waves weakened in the blink of an eye.

The opportunity has come!

Brilliant light flashed abruptly in Fang Cheng's eyes, and he instantly took a fierce breath.

The icy, damp mist poured into his lungs, but before the chill could spread, it was dispersed by the surging True Qi within his body.

Immediately following that, his myocardium suddenly contracted and expanded, resembling an overclocked motor, pumping blood to all parts of his body at the fastest speed.

In an instant, his blood and Qi boiled and rushed, akin to fuel injected into machinery, providing an extra momentum sufficient to reverse the situation for his body suspended in the air and urgently awaiting energy replenishment.

Rumble—

Accompanied by a roar resembling the startup of a jet plane, Fang Cheng actually accelerated once more mid-air.

Utilizing this explosive force, his figure cut across like a lightning bolt, plunging straight into the depths of the black fog.

He sprinted toward the golden bumpa bottle, which was now only a little over ten meters away!

At this moment, his eyes were like orange flames burning, and his skin was also affected by the scorching high temperature within, presenting a translucent, fiery red color.

His entire person was like a tightly closed valve being completely opened, erupting with a long-suppressed wave of steam from within.

In particular, his arm muscles expanded to the extreme, far exceeding the body temperature limit of an ordinary person, turning red as if about to burn.

That was the Qilin Arm, charged for a long time, finally waiting for the moment of the decisive strike.

Fang Cheng stretched his body, exerting force from his waist and back, emitting a string of incomparably satisfying sonic booms in mid-air.

The tens of thousands of joints, bones, muscles, and blood vessels throughout his whole body boiled with excitement, and every inch of his flesh was delivering energy for this critical strike.

The terrifying energy increasing layer by layer was finally transmitted to his bulging muscular arm, resembling a fiery red fist taken out from an iron furnace.

Combining into a destructive force, at this very instant—

A Breakthrough beyond limits, a complete eruption!

Perhaps because the energy temperature was truly too high, a halo of heat waves faintly emerged around Fang Cheng's body.

His entire person seemed to transform into a blazing fireball, descending from the heavens and plummeting rapidly.

This scene was simply too eye-catching and shocking to the world.

Not only the people far away on the hilltop, even across the thick fog, could faintly see that "firelight" which seemed to burn straight through Hell.

Even the ghostly shadows hiding deep in the black fog, which were originally baring their fangs and brandishing their claws, were scared trembling by this scorching aura, scattering and fleeing in all directions.

Rumble—

Thunder roared, shaking the air into a humming vibration.

Fang Cheng was diving and sprinting at a speed close to 1 Mach.

The True Qi inside his body surged and overflowed, tightly wrapping around his fist and blessing it with supreme power.

Surging airflow accompanied it, resembling a rampantly advancing flame storm.

The black fog rolling in like towering waves was completely evaporated by the high temperature the moment it contacted the flame light blooming from his body.

Several distorted ghostly shadows were too late to dodge and were easily blasted through, emitting faint "sizzle" sounds as they turned into wisps of green smoke and dissipated into the air.

The punching arm catapulted out like a missile, bringing a series of sparks as it penetrated layers of black fog and vortex waves.

Until it fiercely smashed into the target!

Boom——————

The air detonated, and even the nearby space vibrated rapidly.

Visible air waves carrying high-decibel sound waves swept across the surroundings, resembling a fierce storm sweeping past.

The golden bumpa bottle hanging high in the air seemed to emit a long, mournful cry.

Crack!

In an instant, countless fine lines cracked open on the golden bottle body.

The golden sphere of light vibrated with a hum, and the light circulating on its surface darted about wildly like out-of-control electric current.

Immediately following that came another deafening roar.

The golden bumpa bottle could no longer withstand the impact of this violent force; it completely shattered, transforming into countless flashing fragments that burst toward the surroundings like shooting stars.

At the same time, the Formation sustaining this dark world seemed to have its backbone pulled out, collapsing with a crash.

The sky, which was originally oppressive enough to suffocate people, seemed to have its dome fiercely shattered by an invisible giant hand.

A dazzling strong light surged in, and wherever it reached, the darkness was torn to shreds.

Looking from afar, it was like a blazing torch held high in the air, blooming with scorching light.

The sky-covering black fog, like a defeated remnant army, driven by the seemingly extremely tiny torch, rapidly receded like a tide, dissipating wispy thread by wispy thread between heaven and earth.

Those eerie shadows hidden within unwillingly twisted and struggled, emitting bursts of sharp roars.

In the end, they could only retreat into the abyss along with the black fog, gradually becoming transparent and turning into a void.

At this moment, the crowd on the hilltop seemed to have been cast with a body-freezing curse.

Their mouths were wide open, yet they could not emit a single sound; their eyes were wide and round, staring fixedly at the huge changes happening in the sky.

Someone subconsciously raised a hand to block the strong light, their fingers trembling uncontrollably, their heart filled with shock and disbelief.

It was as if they had witnessed with their own eyes the "fire thief" from myth and legend descending into the human world, tearing apart the darkness with an intrepid posture and bringing light.

Lin Chuqiao's beautiful eyes widened, one hand tightly covering her mouth for fear of crying out from excessive shock.

Her chest rose and fell violently, her soft, flowing hair was blown somewhat messy by the wind, and a few wisps of hair brushed across her face, but she had no heart to tidy them.

In her mind there was only Fang Cheng's resolute, heroic, and glowing figure, and infinite tenderness suddenly welled up from the bottom of her heart.

Bailing and Dachui stood aside, their mouths both opened into an O shape, failing to close for a long time.

At this moment, their brains were completely blank, leaving only Fang Cheng's figure—like a Heavenly God descending to earth—deeply branded within.

Although they had seen quite a few thrilling scenes, such an earth-shaking and shocking spectacle like today still left them completely speechless.

Admiration for Fang Cheng welled up spontaneously in their hearts, and they secretly sighed at how fortunate they were to become teammates with such a heroic figure and fight side by side.

Even the extremely calm Monkey wore an expression of astonishment, staring fixedly at the sky without blinking his eyes.

The sniper rifle tightly grasped in his hand quietly slipped, dropping to the ground with a "clang" sound.

Only then did he snap out of it as if waking from a dream, but his gaze remained fixed, as if still savoring that heart-stopping moment just now.

Everyone in the manor was likewise shocked into standing dumbfounded on the spot, raising their heads in unison to look toward the night sky that revealed starlight once again.

The previously dense fog and gloom were swept away clean.

The people who were still fighting instantly halted their movements, tacitly withdrawing their hands from each other, wanting to find out the reason for such a huge change.

The howling and sweeping sandstorms around also seemed to perceive the change in atmosphere, gradually calming down.

The professor stood behind a bunker, his hands trembling slightly as they were crossed, as if trying hard to calm the turbulence in his heart, and softly murmured:

"This child actually really did it..."

Li Dingjian suddenly clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from the force, and his heart beat violently like a beating drum.

The look of shock on his face was hard to conceal, and he immediately strode to an open space.

Raising his head, his gaze carrying a sense of worry penetrated the night and looked toward that glowing place.

In the air where the light converged, the figure burning like a blazing torch was precisely Fang Cheng.

Just at the moment when he tried his utmost to smash the golden bumpa bottle, the changes did not stop there.

First, a large patch of absorbed blood mist violently gushed out from inside the bottle, dyeing the surrounding night sky into an eerie blood-red color.

Immediately following that, another golden sphere of light flew out shooting.

Compared to the energy sphere of light that protected the bottle body earlier, this sphere of light was several times smaller, yet it seemed to carry spirituality.

After losing its resting Foundation, as if eager to find a new home, it lunged straight toward Fang Cheng who was close at hand.

Fang Cheng's body was suspended in the air, and the incident happened so suddenly that he simply could not make an effective dodging movement.

That golden cluster of light thus directly burrowed into the center of his eyebrows.

After merging into his body, he only felt a scalding, scorching sensation rapidly spread throughout his entire body.

The light emitted by his body skin due to the high temperature also became brighter and more blazing, resembling a striking torch.

Aside from that, there was no other abnormal feeling.

Fang Cheng reckoned that possessing the "Omniscient Language" talent and a mental attribute exceeding 40 points should be sufficient to cope with negative conditions like curses.

At present, he had not truly escaped danger, so even though he had doubts in his heart, he could only temporarily press them down.

After smashing the golden bumpa bottle with a single punch, the violent energy surged out, forming a chaotic airflow.

Fang Cheng's figure was swept into it, shaking violently high above in the sky.

The flame light radiating from his entire body dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

From then on, Fang Cheng could no longer resist gravity, plummeting straight toward the ground like a shooting star.

The wind howled and continuously poured into his ears, and the entire world seemed to be plunging rapidly downward along with him.

Perhaps because after his fist collided with the golden bumpa bottle, his body stayed briefly in the turbulence for two seconds.

This allowed his air-suspension ability to be refreshed, playing a role once more during the process of extreme descent.

But even so, falling from a high altitude of over 100 meters was no joking matter.

If his bodily strength were even slightly more fragile, he would probably be smashed into a meat patty on the spot.

Whoosh—

The sound of the wind grew increasingly sharp, and the speed of free fall became faster and faster.

Looking down, below was precisely Lu Family Manor.

As the distance to the ground got closer and closer, trees, buildings, and human figures were pulled as if by a magnifying glass, rapidly increasing in magnification.

Even with the air-suspension ability slightly mitigating it, the speed of his body's descent still reached a terrifying degree.

Fang Cheng at this moment appeared exceptionally calm, and his figure was also unusually stable.

He abruptly spread his feet apart in mid-air, sank his waist and bent his knees, striking a horse stance posture, resembling a golden arhat descending from the heavens.

Bang!

With a loud explosion, smoke and dust billowed in all directions, akin to a cannonball slamming into the manor's ground.

After a short moment, the smoke and dust obscuring everyone's vision finally dispersed.

Revealing an exposed-muscle, vigorous and upright figure.

(End of Chapter)