222: Chapter 222 Chaotic Sword Domain!

"Mad Star Fall!"

Zhao Qianjun forced his body to steady, his entire energy burning to the extreme.

The greatsword rose again, slashing down with the power of a falling meteor.

This time, Di Gulov finally turned his body slightly.

Lifting his arm covered in bone armor, he actually caught the sword strike directly with his palm!

Boom!

The violent energy shockwave scattered, kicking up waves of earth from the ground.

However, Di Gulov's figure remained motionless; his palm firmly gripped Zhao Qianjun's blade, and not even a single mark was left on the bone armor.

"Too weak."

Di Gulov commented indifferently, his palm exerting a slight force.

Crack!

Zhao Qianjun's legendary grade greatsword was actually crushed by him with brute force!

Shards flew everywhere; the web of Zhao Qianjun's thumb split open, dripping with blood, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

"Qianjun!"

Chen Qingtian roared, his fists striking toward the center of Di Gulov's back with the power to shatter mountains and crack the earth.

The bone wings on Di Gulov's back vibrated again, and countless bone spikes shot toward Chen Qingtian like a torrential rain.

Clang, clang, clang, clang!

Chen Qingtian's fists collided fiercely with the bone spikes, making a dense sound like rain hitting banana leaves.

His fist technique was incomparably fierce, each punch shattering several bone spikes, but the number of spikes was simply too many, an endless stream.

Puchi!

A bone spike finally broke through his defense, piercing his shoulder blade.

Chen Qingtian groaned, his fist momentum inevitably faltering.

In that instant, even more bone spikes lunged like venomous snakes!

"Holy Light Protection!"

Bai Zhengyuan endured his injuries as a pillar of holy light descended from the sky, enveloping Chen Qingtian within it.

The bone spikes struck the light pillar, emitting a sizzling corrosion sound, momentarily blocked outside.

"Interesting."

Di Gulov finally turned his gaze toward Bai Zhengyuan, a hint of amusement flashing in his void-like eyes.

"But, that's all there is to it."

The six pairs of bone wings on his back fully unfurled, blotting out the sun.

The runes on the bone wings lit up simultaneously, their dark red light merging together, as if dyeing the entire sky the color of blood.

"Bone Emperor Domain: Myriad Jagged Bones!"

As his cold voice fell, the space within a radius of several thousand meters centered on him completely distorted and deteriorated!

The ground writhed violently like a living thing, with countless massive, sharp, and twisted pale bone spikes.

They burst from the ground like bamboo shoots after a rain, growing crazily and instantly forming a terrifying forest of bones that stretched beyond the horizon!

The air was thick with the intense stench of decay and death, and even elemental energy was repelled and annihilated.

This was the true Bone Emperor Domain, a world of death ruled entirely by Di Gulov's will!

Lu Xun, Bai Zhengyuan, Zhao Qianjun, and the others were instantly separated by this endless forest of bones.

Countless bone spikes, like venomous snakes with lives of their own, launched attacks from all directions without any blind spots!

Lu Xun stood in the center of the bone forest, the chaos longsword tracing mysterious paths in front of him.

As his sword intent flowed, he barely managed to carve out a safe zone amidst the dense bone spike attacks.

But his face was already pale, and fine beads of sweat seeped from his forehead.

"We can't go on like this!"

Bai Zhengyuan's voice came through the bone forest, carrying an obvious panting sound.

"This domain is devouring our power!"

Indeed, everyone felt their own energy rapidly draining away.

The Bone Emperor Domain not only possessed endless attacks, but more terrifyingly, it constantly absorbed the power of those trapped within to strengthen itself.

Just as Bai Zhengyuan's voice fell, Lu Xun slowly held the chaos longsword vertically before his brow.

"Chaos Sword Domain... Open!"

Buzz!

An indescribable ripple quietly spread out with him as the center.

Within three zhang of Lu Xun, the laws of time and space seemed to be completely erased by an invisible hand.

There was no earth-shattering eruption of energy, nor any dazzling flow of brilliance.

Only an absolute silence that returned to "nothingness."

When those crazily lunging pale bone spikes touched the edge of this chaos domain...

...they actually decomposed and dissipated soundlessly, like melting snow.

They weren't shattered, nor were they annihilated.

Instead, it was as if they had never existed, returning to the most primitive state of chaos.

Di Gulov's consistently indifferent pupils contracted slightly.

He could clearly feel that the laws of his Bone Emperor Domain were being forcibly distorted or even completely invalidated around that chaos domain.

This was not a confrontation of power, but... a crushing suppression of Status!

"I didn't expect that among the human race, there would be someone who could touch such a realm."

Di Gulov's voice was no longer indifferent; instead, it carried a hint of hard-to-conceal excitement.

"But, with just this incomplete domain, how long can you hold out?"

Before his words even faded, Di Gulov's entire body erupted with a piercing dark red blood-light!

"Ten Thousand Bones Bow to the Emperor!"

With Di Gulov's low growl, the countless jagged bone spikes within the domain turned in unison, their tips pointing toward Lu Xun's Chaos Sword Domain.

In the next moment, billions of bone spikes acted like an army receiving orders.

They transformed into streaks of pale light that tore through space, crashing into that chaos one after another!

Swish, swish, swish, swish!

The torrent of bone spikes crashed into the Chaos Sword Domain without producing any earth-shattering explosions.

Instead, like a clay ox entering the sea, they quietly disintegrated the moment they touched the domain, returning to nothingness.

But the annihilation of every bone spike caused the chaos domain around Lu Xun to ripple imperceptibly.

His face turned pale at a visible rate, and the hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

Although the Chaos Sword Domain was strong, maintaining it against the counterattack of the entire Bone Emperor Domain cost Lu Xun a terrifying amount of energy.

"Old Lu! I'll help you!"

Bai Zhengyuan's hair and beard stood on end, and an unprecedented sharp light erupted from his cloudy old eyes.

He slammed his palms together, and the holy light around him, which had been somewhat dimmed due to his injuries...

...was like a spark dropped into boiling oil, suddenly erupting into a blazing light that swallowed the heavens and the earth!

"Holy Judgment Heaven Domain, Open!"

Boom!

A vast holy light erupted, distinct yet also touching the source of rules, making the entire world seem to turn pure white.

Wherever the holy light passed, those crazily attacking pale bone spikes were like snow thrown into a furnace, emitting sizzling noises.

Zhao Qianjun, Chen Qingtian, and the others, who had felt their strength constantly draining in the Bone Emperor Domain, now felt a warm and majestic power pouring into their bodies.

Their consumed stamina and energy were rapidly recovering, and even the sense of mental oppression was swept away!

Seeing Lu Xun and Bai Zhengyuan deploy their domains one after another, forcibly tearing open a space within Di Gulov's Bone Emperor Domain, Zhao Qianjun felt a searing battle intent in his chest erupting like a volcano!

The sharp pain from his split thumb web seemed to be ignited by this battle intent; his blood-drenched right hand gripped the remaining sword hilt as he let out a sky-tearing roar toward the heavens.

"Blood Soul Domain, Open!"

Boom!

The tragic baleful aura around Zhao Qianjun, which had been somewhat withered due to his injuries, suddenly surged crazily like an ignited powder keg!

It wasn't just a simple energy eruption, but a tragic will forged from countless battlefield conquests, iron, and blood!

Centered on him, the space within a radius of several hundred meters distorted violently, and the scenery changed.

It was as if he were instantly placed in an ancient battlefield ruin, where tattered war banners fluttered.

Broken weapons were stuck all over the scorched earth, and the air was thick with the scent of gunpowder and blood rust.

Countless phantoms of warriors clad in battered armor with determined gazes stepped out from the void!

They were silent, yet they emitted a tragic baleful aura from surviving a hundred battles, merging their presence with Zhao Qianjun's.