"Sword Array..."
All the guardian spirits were terrified, sneakily glancing upwards—an unforgettable sight was forever etched into their mories.
This was too eerie, the heaven’s punishnt had changed its form, no longer splitting the sky with solitary bolts of lightning.
When the sea dries to reveal the dragon lair, the flas extinguish to reveal Kūn Líng.
Then, Thunder Sword’s Furious Slash, with twigs and leaves thin as coin rims, flowers withered, beasts perished, the world approached its end, an imnse destruction was imminent.
The enlarged Mo wasn’t as big as Goose Immortal, whose wingspan was a thousand kiloters.
It could only stretch to three hundred ters at most, just enough to stand guard over Ye Hanjun and Absolute String.
But it was cheering, every cell of its body excited.
As the only one on the field burning the netherworld life fla, yet unprotected by immortality, it was the Contracted Spirit Fond Spirit.
In Mo’s eyes, the one positive and one negative side, the blood vessels were as thick as mountains, on the verge of bursting every second.
One of the tentacles suddenly moved, and a field of gigantic tentacles rose like dragons bursting from the ground.
They were thick at the base and tapered towards the top, growing bigger with the wind, whipping in unison, the resounding noise drowning out the thunder, and their overwhelming might was a sight to behold.
Ultimate Skill—Sea and Mountain’s Touch!
These were energy tentacles bred from Mo’s flesh and blood, each smash capable of overturning the earth, leaving behind a hundred-ter-deep fissure.
At that mont, they struck towards the sky, towards the Thunder Sea.
The Purple Thunder Heavenly Sword was provoked, a hundred and hundred traces of electricity scorched the void, and it seed that their target was Mo’s eyes.
"Death! Death! I love death!!!"
The second bizarre transformation occurred, the colossal Mo shone with a milky holy light above its head, and black devil soil appeared beneath its feet.
It stood as if between heaven and purgatory, not ascending to heaven, not descending to hell, dwelling midway, alone in eternity.
Ultimate Skill—Heavenly Purgatory!
This was still an offensive technique, a thought of heaven, a thought of purgatory, anyone who got close to Mo had their life and death hanging on a single thought.
The Purple Thunder Heavenly Sword normally would not pertain to the living.
Yet when it descended, the foremost swords, barely piercing the tentacles, shrouded in demon fog and emitting a deathly aura. The blades turned gray, as if corroding instantly, their speed significantly slowed.
In the blink of an eye, the Sea and Mountain’s Touch self-destructed.
Boiling life energy flooded the world, and the leading Purple Thunder Heavenly Swords, losing their anchor point, disassembled on the spot.
Of course, though the sword broke, the lightning did not diminish.
Super-compressed purple electric arcs, like nurous miniature purple swords, wreaked havoc on anything they touched, bestowing on them destruction and collapse.
"Pain... such pain!!"
The colossal Mo, its five tentacles contorting.
From its appearance alone, a fool could tell it was enduring boundless pain, as the specter of death drew near.
But hearing its voice, even the guardian spirits twitched at the corners of their eyes, seriously doubting it was masochistic.
"Not enough... not painful enough..."
"The arteries at the core of the earth hurt much more, more pain, just a little more pain..."
In the midst of frenzied prayers, colorful patterns erged on its body, the blood-vessel-covered cyclopean eye splitting from its center.
A black and a white vortex spun rapidly, and a unique being with heterochromia was born amidst the attentions of all.
"Explode! Explode! Explode! Rejoice in the frenzy! Destroy! This is what I love the most!"
Mo danced with joy, its eyes fixed on the Purple Thunder Heavenly Sword advancing from the rear.
That sword, shining with light, majestic, the sword representing Heavenly Dao’s punishnt, popped open with a bang.
"Not enough! Not enough! Not enough!"
"Just a bit more! Just a bit more!!"
Like wielding a beam of laser eyes, Mo swept his gaze across the sky, his head shaking as he brought every heavenly sword into his vision.
Imdiately, the Purple Thunder Heavenly Swords all detonated, and divine blood in shades of purple dripped from the sky.
Bathed in divine blood, Mo crackled non-stop, his five tendrils continuously going through cycles of being crushed and regrowing, his body sotis expanding, sotis contracting, his breath at tis strong, at tis weak.
"It hurts! It hurts so much! Too painful!"
"This is true suffering! Wuu wuu wuu! Pain deep in my heart! So happy! Too happy!"
Employing the Unique and Unmatched Technique, Mo leveraged his [Great Calamity Evil Demon Curse Body] and surprisingly slaughtered in all directions in the Thunder Sea.
Whenever his breath fell to the lowest ebb, Ye Hanjun would add to his lifespan.
The infusion of life energy ensured that the flesh and energy were always plentiful.
Mo’s healing speed caught up with the pace of the lightning erosion.
This almost turned the pain into a perpetual motion machine, eternally pervading flesh and soul, yet unable to kill the life at its root.
Mo—went mad! Excited to the point of insanity!
He had never felt such extre lightning, nor had he ever allowed the pain to stay at its peak for so long!
Ye Hanjun... Ye Hanjun is indeed the best friend!
Today’s experience is so joyful! I must repay him! Repay him well!
"Zzzap!"
A golden lightning bolt, like a holy sword suspended in the sky, rcilessly split Mo’s body in two.
Mo’s frenzied ntal fluctuations—suddenly ceased.
Ye Hanjun’s chest heaved, his arm holding the Judge’s pen suddenly as heavy as a myriad of pounds.
Extre fatigue radiated from within him, his eyelids drooped, yearning to fall asleep then and there.
But he held on, slowly lowering his head.
Under trembling gazes, a wholly golden Thunder God Sword pierced straight through his chest, severing the cardiac vessels, penetrating the heart, and protruding from his back.
"Those who offend the Heavenly Countenance, kill without rcy!"
The faint yet suprely majestic voice echoed deep within the soul, lingering long and refusing to leave.
Ye Hanjun bit the tip of his tongue, trying to take a breath.
The body that should have been strong and robust suddenly beca breached all over.
He felt cold all over, a terrifying sothing closing in on him—was that death? Was the Grim Reaper behind him, reaching out with his cold scythe, trying to harvest his life?
In a trance, the desolation of being cut off from the world beca more significant and more intense.
Around his throat, an invisible rope tightly strangled.
Ye Hanjun’s consciousness was on the brink of dissipation, but he struggled to persist, and then—he swung the Judge’s pen.
"Add to my lifespan!"
Boom—his robust blood energy poured into his abdon like the waters of the Nine Seas.
The cold slowly receded, the golden lightning like screeching demons, baring fangs and claws, hurling themselves at Ye Hanjun’s head.
"Add to my lifespan!"
"Add to my lifespan!!"
"Add to my lifespan!!!"
The Book of Life and Death visibly thinned.
But Ye Hanjun’s pale complexion visibly returned to normal.
He actually made it through, his stooped spine straightening bit by bit, the dullness in his eyes giving way to a spirited glow.
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