No matter how fierce the steel ropes were, they imdiately shattered and dissipated upon touching the ball.
This sight filled Zen with ease.
He was currently unable to directly control this kind of power. If he tried to inject it into himself, his body might not be able to bear such violent power and disintegrate. Therefore, he could only project it by ans of the Cross-world Theurgy.
Using it like this might seem inefficient but it should not be underestimated.
Laquisha, who had attached herself to Zen's body, looked up at him with surprise.
Her premonition was proven right but it was still quite shocking. She had initially thought that Zen would be able to catch up to her brother. She was wrong. Zen would actually go far beyond whatever her brother was capable of.
'He will bring to the Soul Suppressing Cliff, ' Laquisha thought to herself.
She smiled and rested her head on his shoulder. If Zen did not manage to bring her to that place, then she didn't think anybody else in this entire world would be able to do so.
The steel ropes were rendered useless by the ball since each lash caused them to imdiately disintegrate and disappear. This was a loss to the Martial Sacred Beast since each steel rope it lost was equal to losing one of its arms.
Realizing the futility of its attacks, the beast retreated its ropes.
The crowd wiped off their sweat and looked up at Zen with fear in their eyes.
Back in the Collapsing Mountain race, Zen gathered the power of the nine stars in the place three inches from his fist and wielded it as a way for him to display his strength. Everyone thought it was Zen's own power, not noticing the finer details.
However, this ti, Zen had directly spread his power outside of his body.
This couldn't be pure power, at least none of them thought so.
When ordinary warriors displayed their power, they would usually need their bodies to activate it. This made it impossible to force their power out of their bodies and make it into an independent existence.
Zen, however, had transford his power into this egg-shaped shield that he wrapped around himself for protection. It looked more like so kind of theurgy.
But what sort of theurgy had such power? Zen was rely at the Spirit Supre Realm. How in the world was he able to resist the Martial Sacred Beast's attacks?
World lords such as Kennan would be the ones with the strongest theurgy amongst everyone present. However, even Kennan's Wishing Spell wouldn't be enough to block all the beast's ropes. Zen did not just block them. His shield was actually strong enough to destroy them!
None of them could've ever thought that Zen was using the Cross-world Theurgy to directly project his power from his inner world to the outside world.
It was only after Zen allowed the ball to disappear that the group felt a sharp pain in their ears.
Their hearing was temporarily impaired due to the high-frequency vibrations generated by the trendous power from before.
It took a while for the power to disappear and when it did, they began to feel an unbearable pain in their ears! So of the weaker warriors even had blood flowing out from their ears.
Just as they recovered their hearing, the ground began to shake again.
Thump!
Thump!
Thump!
There were rumbling footsteps that echoed from sowhere not too far away, as if a huge creature was approaching at high speed.
Rustling could be heard all around them.
One by one, the trees began to fall in the distance!
Each tremor made everyone's heart pound in fear.
The tremors grew even more intense as the rumbling footsteps got closer and closer. Each step sent the warriors around two to three inches up in the air, so so of them deliberately fixed their feet on the ground to keep their balance.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
From the collapsing giant trees burst forth a huge creature!
Everyone couldn't help but stare at the colossus.
“Is this a Martial Sacred Beast?” Zen's eyes narrowed.
The Martial Sacred Beast looked like a giant serpent but with four legs and a huge crown. On its crown were countless steel ropes that continuously wiggled. They seed to serve as the beast's tentacles.
What was even stranger was that half of its body seed to be made of cyan and gray tal, while the other half was light-green colored skin full of grids and rhombus-shaped scales.
It couldn't be considered as huge as they first thought it was when they heard it approach. The beast was just a little bit taller than the giant trees around, about 600 to 800 feet high, much smaller than the Formless Sky Python from before.
However, it carried an air of intense oppression that everyone, including Zen, could feel.
They felt they were facing such a powerful existence that shouldn't exist in this world!
The Collapsing Mountain race, famous for their boldness, held their breaths in the face of this beast. They had long known that a Martial Sacred Beast lived here but nobody had ever seen it in person. All they saw were its tentacles.
Zen's strength might have reached a terrifying level but there was no way he could take down this Martial Sacred Beast!
Once again, Zen felt insignificant as he faced this fearso opponent.
Thump!
The Martial Sacred Beast took a step forward and its blood-red eyes were fixated upon Zen and Laquisha.
Zen felt his chest constrict as the beast stared down at him.
He knew his strength and power had greatly improved but not enough for him to feel confident when facing this beast of legend.
The best choice would be to relinquish Laquisha to the Martial Sacred Beast. However, that wouldn't be possible since they already made a deal. She helped him and he agreed to take her to the Soul Suppressing Cliff in exchange.
As a result, the Martial Sacred Beast and Zen continued staring at each other.
Chapman clenched his teeth. He wanted to persuade Zen as well but ended up not saying anything in the end.
Clang!
A steel rope burst forth from the beast's crown and was aid towards Zen.
Its target remained the sa: Laquisha.
The mont it reached Zen, the young man waved his hand and sent out an arc of pure strength.
Clang!
The force was enough to sever the steel rope!
Everyone's heart trembled at the sound of the breaking rope.
Would they survive the fury of the Martial Sacred Beast?
The warriors from the divine land had been wondering what exactly the Martial Sacred Beast was after hearing about it from the Collapsing Mountain race. Right now, they wished they never found out at all.
Its appearance was easily recognizable for many of them and they couldn't help but curse under their breaths.
It was a Black Weasel, a true spirit hatched from Sunrest Wood.
There were only around seven or eight Black Weasels that currently existed and one had already been subdued by the head of the Divine Refinent Forbidden Land. This Black Weasel in front of them had never shown its face and they never would've imagined that it would get half of a puppet body and beco like this.
However, what was scarier than the weasel itself was the fact that Zen was actually planning to fight it.
A Spirit Supre Realm warrior like him competed with a true spirit?
Zen was courting his own ruin.
Old man Theodore was secretly regretting his decisions. He had originally planned to leave the Collapsing Mountain race and had gone on this expedition with his team to secretly observe Zen. He didn't expect to co face-to-face with a true spirit!
“Zen Luo, give that girl to the Martial Sacred Beast,” a warrior said.
Zen, however, turned a deaf ear to his advice. His eyes were filled with persistence as he continued to look straight at the Black Weasel.
The two were at a standstill. Despite the fact that Zen had cut off its tentacle, the Black Weasel did not attack Zen and the young man was the sa. In fact, the beast seed to be afraid of sothing, or perhaps, it did not wish to fight with him.
The Black Weasel extended another tentacle in an attempt to reach Laquisha.
Zen felt his back tighten as the tentacle reached towards them while Laquisha tightened her grip around his throat in fear.
Kennan and his companions were far more knowledgeable and experienced than the ordinary martial artists in the divine land as followers of the Holy Emperor. They knew the Black Weasel's origins very well. If the Princess Royal were to be swallowed by the beast, then the Holy Emperor wouldn't be able to do anything about it.
Zen threw another punch and another half-moon strike once again cut the tentacle off.
Having been stopped twice now, the Black Weasel suddenly raised its head.
“Aooo!”
His sharp roar was followed by the swaying of the trees. Those present couldn't keep their balance anymore. A large number of the martial artists from the Snake and Tiger Hunt Squads fell to the ground, and so even fainted.
Zen also felt the painful, swelling sensation but did not move an inch.
The Black Weasel continued to roar as it approached Zen. Only when the young man was within arm's reach did it finally stop.
Zen clenched his fists tightly as his heart beat nervously fast. The beast was so close now that he could sll the stench from its breath.
If the Black Weasel chose to swallow him all in one gulp, would he even be able to resist?
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