477: Chapter 477 At the critical moment, Xu Ruyu pulled out a bomb.

When Tian Jianzi saw Xu Ruyu take out that sphere, his pupils contracted violently.

Although he did not know what that spherical object was, as a Half-step True Immortal, his sensory abilities had reached an unfathomable level.

The moment Xu Ruyu produced the spherical object, Tian Jianzi felt an unprecedented aura of danger emanating from it.

That aura was more terrifying and deadlier than any Spiritual Artifact Xu Ruyu had used before.

It was a purely destructive power, as if it could destroy everything.

"What is that?!"

He exclaimed, his voice cracking.

Xu Ruyu did not answer such a nonsensical question.

Without hesitation, he hurled the bomb fiercely toward Tian Jianzi.

"Detonate!"

With his low shout, the bomb detonated in the air less than half a meter from Tian Jianzi.

"Boom!!!"

A heaven-shaking roar made the entire cliff tremble.

Debris rolled off the cliff, crashing into the canyon below with a dull echo.

A blinding silvery-white light erupted from the bomb, brighter than the sun and sharper than Tian Jianzi's Sword Qi.

Where the light passed, the air ignited with a sharp screech, the ground melted, rocks turned into scorching magma, and everything was reduced to nothingness.

The shockwave of the explosion spread like a tsunami, tearing everything in its path to shreds.

Rubble, dust, and corpses were all swept up by the shockwave, thrown into the air, and then incinerated by the high temperature.

Tian Jianzi's face turned deathly pale in an instant.

He wanted to dodge, but the bomb exploded too quickly—faster than his eyes could follow.

He could only instinctively channel his spiritual power, forming a thick Protective Spiritual Light around his body.

The Protective Spiritual Light was his last resort for survival, the essence condensed from ten thousand years of Cultivating, sufficient to withstand the full-force strike of a Cultivator at the same level.

"Boom!"

The bomb's shockwave slammed hard against Tian Jianzi's Protective Spiritual Light.

Tian Jianzi's Protective Spiritual Light trembled violently, its radiance flickering unsteadily.

His face was as pale as paper, cold sweat poured down his forehead, and his hands were trembling slightly.

He gritted his teeth, desperately channeling his spiritual power to maintain the Protective Spiritual Light.

The shockwave lasted for a full three breaths before it gradually dissipated.

When the light faded, Tian Jianzi stood where he was, his face livid.

His robes were riddled with holes, his hair was disheveled, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Although his Protective Spiritual Light had not been shattered, it had been heavily damaged, its radiance dimmed, and countless cracks had appeared.

It would take him a long time to recover.

As for Xu Ruyu, he was already gone.

Tian Jianzi's gaze swept across the surroundings, only to see a pool of blood on the ground, extending all the way to the edge of the cliff.

It was Xu Ruyu's blood; he was severely injured, and the blood was still flowing.

The blood trail dragged a long mark across the rubble, a shocking sight.

Tian Jianzi rushed to the edge of the cliff and looked down.

He saw a figure falling rapidly in the canyon.

It was Xu Ruyu; he had jumped off the cliff.

His robes snapped in the wind, and his wounds were still bleeding, tracing lines of blood through the air.

Yet he was still struggling to stabilize his body and slow his descent.

"Xu Ruyu!" Tian Jianzi roared, his voice filled with fury, echoing through the valley. "You cannot escape!

You killed Zhao Qian, and I will have your life in payment.

Even if you run to the ends of the earth, I will hunt you down and tear you into ten thousand pieces!"

Without hesitation, he leaped and jumped off the cliff as well!

The night wind blew past, carrying the smell of burning and the scent of blood.

Under the moonlight, two figures, one after the other, fell rapidly into the canyon.

The figure in front was covered in blood, his face pale, yet his eyes remained bright.

His hands were rapidly forming seals, channeling the True Explanation of Taixu Source Energy within his body as he struggled to stabilize his form and slow his descent.

He knew that he was severely injured and could not fight Tian Jianzi in mid-air.

He had to reach the bottom of the valley as quickly as possible and then find a place to hide.

The figure behind, though white-haired, had a twisted expression and eyes full of rage.

Sword Qi swirled around him, and like a drawn sharp sword, he pursued rapidly downward.

His speed was much faster than Xu Ruyu's, and the distance between the two was constantly shrinking.

His sword point was aimed at Xu Ruyu's back, and the runes on the blade flickered with a dangerous light.

Xu Ruyu did not look back; he only gritted his teeth and desperately channeled his spiritual power.

His wounds were still bleeding, and his body was becoming weaker and weaker, but he could not stop.

Once he stopped, it meant death.

The canyon grew deeper and narrower.

The rock walls on both sides were like knife cuts, smooth as mirrors.

Below was pitch black, with no bottom in sight; only the roaring of water could be heard—the sound of an underground river, rapid and turbulent.

Xu Ruyu looked at the dark abyss, an ominous premonition rising in his heart.

But he had no choice.

He closed his eyes and leaped into the darkness.

Behind him, Tian Jianzi's Sword Qi drew closer and closer.

Under the moonlight, in the canyon, two figures, one after the other, disappeared into the darkness.

In the distance, on the cliff, only corpses and scorched earth remained.

The night wind blew, carrying the scent of blood.

And the escape had only just begun.