The intense dizziness struck my consciousness like a sudden blackout symptomatic of inadequate brain blood supply. Even as I forced my eyes wide open, darkness still crept in from the periphery of my vision. Consciousness itself grew nebulous, battling the darkness was already all-consuming, leaving no capacity for normal thought.
I struggled to regain clarity, much like a drowning person desperately clawing towards the surface. It felt like an eternity, yet in reality, it could have been but a mont. Sohow, I managed to wrench back my lucid mind and understood the essence behind Ming Zhuo’s strike.
This was the "Super-Density Power" resulting in a "Super Depth Strike".
There was no complex reasoning involved. Under the sa weight, a block of iron sinks in water while wood floats; the difference lays in the density. If our physical world is rely the "surface" of the true world where everything is fleeting like flashes of light from causes and effects, then the soul and karma exist on a deeper layer, and the so-called True Spirit even deeper, imasurably so.
No matter how imasurable, as long as the power is intense enough, it can reach its designated depth. What Ming Zhuo was doing now was exactly that.
My Elentalization Undying Body, was forcibly cracked open by his brute force!
Although I had considered that my Elental Undying Body might be broken by the power of Impermanence, seeing the "brute force cracking" that I often utilized being employed by an enemy on myself still inevitably evoked a feeling of the wheel of fortune turning. Ming Zhuo wasn’t idling either; seizing the brief mont I had regained clarity, he launched another black and red light beam.
This ti, I was prepared, focusing all my power on dodging. We both possessed the power to intervene in each other’s destinies, though he was further along this path, now I shifted most of my attention to dodging. With just monts to spare, the black and red beam missed narrowly, and I managed to avoid it by a hair.
"Hmph... Did you avoid it?" Ming Zhuo said darkly, "But how many tis can you avoid it?"
There was so luck involved in this dodge; I couldn’t always dodge them. Moreover, I couldn’t withstand many such attacks. A few more hits and I would be dead.
He fired the black and red light beam again, and at the sa ti, I finally sensed the inside of his body.
At this mont, he was still in a Fake Elentalization form made from black and red smoke, but unlike any Fake Elentalization form I knew, his defensive power on both physical and spiritual levels hadn’t decreased but increased incredibly. He probably conducted a lot of research and reinforcent in this area, or maybe it was achieved by boosting the "density" of his Fake Elentalization body to attain an ultra-high defense.
Though I wanted to burn his ti and lifespan, if I couldn’t even breach his fundantal defenses, then there was no point in trying.
And within this body, I finally sensed the presence of the Xuanming Fire. Like the fla within the body of Water Navy Xuanwu, the Xuanming Fire was smoldering persistently within the black and red smoke. Perhaps because Xuanming was much more serious when facing Ming Zhuo than he was when dealing with Water Navy Xuanwu, this Xuanming Fire felt considerably stronger. If the one in Xuanwu’s body was a candle fla, this one was a bonfire.
The flas were constantly trying to expand but were thwarted, tightly locked inside by Ming Zhuo’s black and red Mana like chains.
This was probably the Sealing of the Xuanming Fire by Ming Zhuo. Hindered by this seal, although I could sense the Xuanming Fire, I couldn’t manipulate it, unable to attack Ming Zhuo from within.
If only I could break this seal... I didn’t need to completely destroy it; just a small crack coupled with my innate affinity and control over fla, would allow to infiltrate and synergize with the fire, drastically turning around this extrely dire situation.
"—So you want to do sothing to the fire inside my body, huh?"
Ming Zhuo seed to sense sothing through his intuition, yet he didn’t show any guard or alarm, instead dismissively said, "Do you think just doing that can change the inevitable defeat you’re facing? Even stepping back, can you even invade my body with Mana?
"Or do you think I’m in a weakened state right now, so I can’t exert my full power and you still have a chance?"
I counter-questioned, "Isn’t it so? Although I heard that the Xuanming Fire within you does not affect your combat abilities, if that’s truly the case, why do you retreat periodically to suppress this blaze and keep your whereabouts secret while doing so? Isn’t this proof of your guilty conscience?"
"It seems so trivial rumors have given you a senseless hope. The purpose of my retreat to handle these flas is to stop their spreading montum and gradually extinguish them so that when I seek revenge against Xuanming, I won’t be held back by these flas," Ming Zhuo said calmly, "The reason why I don’t let anyone know my whereabouts is simply because I don’t want others to see licking my wounds..."
"How surprising, is it? There’s nothing embarrassing to admit. Whether it’s licking wounds in secrecy or being anxious for longevity, these are realities that have occurred in my own life.
"Pretending to hide these facts is truly shaful; only revenge and victory can genuinely restore my dignity."
It was evident that although his temperant was gloomy, he was straightforward about his disadvantages, which made believe him imdiately.
This was where my headache began. If even this aspect had no weaknesses, allowing no opportunity for the enemy to exploit, then what follows would indeed have to be determined by a real, direct confrontation.
And I already had a plan.
Just like the outward-expanding nature of the Xuanming Fire, my flas also possessed the property of outward expansion. Precisely speaking, this should be a common attribute of Fla Power. Wherever it is, wildfire is a phenonon that becos more intense if not contained in ti. With omnipresent fuel, the flas will grow stronger.
I previously stated that my power "temporarily" did not differ much from that of Ming Zhuo. "Temporarily" because my power could still rise.
One shouldn’t misunderstand; this rise does not an that I had potential left to exploit, but rather that the Fire Sea occupying the Primordial Forest was becoming massively larger. Most demon hunters deplete themselves in battle, becoming more exhausted the more they fight; I was different. As I released the Fire Sea, my power only increased.
I imdiately intensified the burning montum of the Fire Sea.
Trees, bushes, soil, rock layers, air, rivers... even ti and space seed to beco fuel, the flas on the ground soared sky-high, and we were enveloped in the high air. My power "scale" thoroughly surpassed Ming Zhuo.
As a consequence, a region of the Primordial Forest spanning over twenty kiloters in radius was instantly turned to scorched earth and wasteland. For such substantial environntal destruction, perhaps I would think of ways to recover it later; I did not have the mood to ponder deeply about this now.
Defeating Ming Zhuo was the only thought in my mind. Even if it could only increase my chances of victory by one percent, I would do it without hesitation.
Seeing this drastically changing scene, Ming Zhuo’s expression also shifted: "You..."
I lifted my right hand high, pointing to the sky.
As if countless flas, like endless rushing rivers from all directions, majestically converged upwards.
Compress, compress, compress—
"You think I will watch you concentrate power!"
Ming Zhuo, without any hesitation, released a black-red beam again, utterly shattering my body and spirit; my consciousness itself nearly passed out in the abyss. Yet, I had not died; such an intervention was not enough to interrupt my power gathering process.
The flas continuously concentrated in the sky, brewing a destructive surge.
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