• Is courage aningful in the face of death? In truth, I prefer to flee. What is the aning of courage without any value?
• Are you happy to be rembered by everyone as soone who didn’t run away? This doesn’t matter to at all and won’t affect .
• As long as you are alive, persevere for your goal, or die without any benefit.
Clark said it just like that.
He was like a madman clinging to the chest of the hairy giant bat. Currents of a dark aura flowed over him like ink.
But Clark quickly broke free.
And a terrifying scene appeared from the sky.
Three bats were hovering in the giant rift. But as soon as their gaze rose...
Ma Chunsu looked on in horror.
Hai Lou Lan froze from the terrifying sight.
Boom!!!
The fist of the Demon King that steals the Heavens ford. The eight fists beca one.
And it struck the three bats fiercely.
Song Baijun was trembling with terror.
• Is this his power? This is just madness!
Clark fell to the ground, standing.
He looked at the three corpses.
He didn’t care, one remained and Hai Lou Lan was facing it.
Clark charged towards Hai Lou Lan, who had moved back a bit to avoid being hit by Clark’s attack.
Seven giant fists of the Theft Path!
Bam! Bam! Bam!!!
They struck the giant bat fiercely.
The airwaves from the fists affected space with every movent.
The rift began to close.
But a terrifying face appeared from that gap.
It was never ultimately a bat’s face.
Rather, it was a giant skeleton with a thousand fists.
Mao Hua spoke in terror:
• "What ca before was nothing but a disaster from Heaven’s Will. Now, the influence of the Spectral Venerable’s descent upon this area will take control!!!"
Deep in his heart, Clark knew the true aning of the giant skeleton.
Clark felt shortness of breath.
Soon, the bat corpses levitated.
In the end, it turned out they were just appetizers.
It began to absorb the fragnts of the bats’ souls and also their bodies.
A terrifying white and black light shone, blending together horrifyingly.
Clark was terrified. He had only seen that terrifying scene once before, and now he was about to see it again.
The power of the soul of the Spectral King Venerable. That was rely his soul.
Heaven and Earth trembled, and lightning struck frighteningly.
The spatial rift shattered and the giant soul appeared.
A thousand fists, all of them gigantic with terrifying claws capable of slicing through mountains.
The size of this soul was, at the very least, greater than Mount Everest on Earth.
They were all like ants before the three-headed giant soul.
The first head wore a mask full of grey horns.
The other resembled a Zombie’s head.
Only one eye was visible from it.
But that eye was a glowing red, intent on terrifying killing.
The other had a terrifying grey human face. Its gaze was suffocating, spreading fear.
The Spectral Venerable’s scream was horrifying.
Its hands, which resembled light, turned black from absorbing the bats.
Everyone looked on in terror.
Who was flying near the Venerable? It was Clark. Despite his flight, he was closer to its foot.
Everyone looked in horror: What does he want to do?
They thought it was courage, but to Clark’s ill-fated luck, everyone moved away before him.
That giant soul was attacking with terrifying randomness.
One of the Spectral Venerable’s fists hit Clark. He vomited blood violently.
Arghhhhh!
He was thrown twenty kiloters away.
His rib cage was broken, his hands shattered miserably.
• Did I die? Is this the end?
A strong light flashed in his eyes.
• Ah... This is the feeling of death. Perhaps it’s a relief for after all.
No sooner had he seen a person in front of him.
He had a majestic and calm appearance. Looking at him showed you the depth of his unfathomable power.
That man spoke:
• "Specter... Specter... Specter... The sky is no longer blue."
• "For a great specter looms on the horizon."
• "A great mountain and a great sky and two moons."
• "The Specter... The Specter... Stealer of the Heaven of Immortality!!!"
He said those sentences without regard for Clark.
He was sitting, viewing the natural scenery at night, his white hair moving magnificently.
He was handso and magnificent.
Suddenly, Clark actually woke up.
He didn’t understand anything.
But he woke up strangely.
He was fighting the Dark Bat.
And he rembered everything: What happened to him? And how did he die?
He quickly realized everything. He was terrified, his mind working constantly.
He was thinking: What should I do? He didn’t know how he ca back to life. He soon rembered the Mantis and saw it.
He grabbed it with his hands. The Mantis’s long arms were on the verge of withering and weak. Its life energy pulsed with extre weakness.
Clark knew he had received a great blessing from the Venerable: a Page of Ti. Clark laughed, but his laughter soon faded and despair overwheld him.
• No... No... Except that I got a second chance and I will use it.
Based on Clark’s understanding, he realized the following:
Heaven’s Will set this trap for us. A preparation to assemble the fragnts that would form a fake soul for the Spectral Venerable.
But the real problem here is the Extre Movent. How did it exist with sothing fake that isn’t real?
The one that enabled the Spectral Venerable to sweep across the world.
Clark didn’t know. He was thinking: Should he destroy the spatial rift and make the skeleton appear?
Or... Clark’s tension didn’t prevent him from knowing.
The idea was difficult: facing the fake skeleton of the Spectral Venerable alongside the Celestial Beasts.
An idea like this was akin to asking for death.
Clark cald down. His empty eye protruded: If that’s the case, then of course I will destroy everything. Do you want to hinder ? Fine, let it be, you vile Heaven! re fragnts of a Venerable’s soul won’t affect .
Clark charged. The Heavenly Fists gathered into one fist.
Bam! Bam! Bam!!!
Mad strikes rained down on the rift. Its shell began to shatter gradually.
Song Baijun was focused on Clark’s actions and didn’t understand.
Everyone was focused on their fight, while Clark was tearing through space with his attacks, trying to shatter it.
Bam!
He shattered the sky.
A terrifying suction force appeared.
Clark didn’t understand what was happening, but he was pulled inside.
The fragnts were still gathering. Clark was happy! He could destroy them before it awakened.
He tried to materialize his strikes, but he couldn’t. He didn’t understand.
Soon, he felt a terrifying sickness in his soul.
Even with the defensive Extre Movent, he felt weak.
Clark advanced in the gravity-less void.
The sight of the three great heads was majestic and terrifying even for Clark.
But he advanced.
A terrifying and frightening light shone.
Clark didn’t know what it was, but he advanced.
The more he advanced, the sicker he felt. He was about to die from bleeding.
They were fleeing from him! Clark was furious.
But he quickly deduced they were subservient to the fragnts of the Spectral Venerable’s soul.
Soon, Clark directed punches with his bare hands, trying to pull a fragnt from the Venerable’s fragnts.
He managed to pull one.
He began to advance with great difficulty.
Finally, he grabbed it.
Extre Movent: "Derivation - Soul Pulling".
Its aura was terrifying and frightening to a mad degree.
This one resembled a centipede, small as a human finger.
Clark knew what he had to do: Pull the souls outward and detonate them. Then he would achieve brilliant success!!!
Clark was in severe pain.
He used a "Tai Fei" fragnt to activate the Extre Movent.
The fragnts surged forth like a raging torrent.
Clark was terrified: Does sothing like this really exist?
How could he possess such a vast number?
Clark was utterly terrified. The Venerable’s souls were trying to enter his body.
They had beco contaminated with Heaven’s Will. If they entered his body, they would kill him.
But Clark successfully lured them outside.
And he stopped using Derivation.
But the souls were trying to return to space to complete their mission.
Clark beca frightened. He no longer knew what to do.
Should he flee? The situation was truly tense.
He quickly turned to Song Baijun. Clark looked at him with cold eyes and said:
• Do you rember your attempt to kill ? Well, I will treat you in kind.
The fragnts horrifyingly rushed into Song Baijun’s body.
He vomited blood madly.
His body and soul began to shatter terrifyingly. They couldn’t withstand the imnse amount. Sothing his body couldn’t endure.
Even the Spectral Venerable in his pri needed to add modifications to his body to contain this imnse quantity.
Boom!!!
The fragnts destroyed themselves beside Song Baijun’s body.
Clark laughed madly: I succeeded! I didn’t fail!
• Hahahahaha!
But he had lost all his vitality to fight the bats.
So he shouted to Ma Chunsu:
• Let’s flee quickly!
Clark laughed:
• Well, you kill the bats while I recover.
Mao Hua’s will was displeased.
In truth, Clark was surprised by sothing: Mao Hua’s silence.
But Clark is no fool. He had realized she could search within him.
She had learned that he underwent the experience, traveled back in ti, and succeeded in curbing this catastrophe that could be classified as a Heavenly Trial due to its power.
And Clark, in a previous encounter with the Spectral Venerable, had been crushed like a wretched insect.
But he overca it successfully!!!
To be continued....
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