The situation turned abruptly. The formidable aura of the "Newborn" Elephantman engulfed the entire battlefield. The joy and excitent of each Yellow Bear mber were completely extinguished as if by a bucket of cold water, their faces turning pale. Even those who were simply spectating fell silent. Lu Yuan, directly facing this horrifying pressure, was no exception.
He squinted, looking up at the Elephantman. He was still under the effects of the "Death On Eye." This skill, already close to upgrading, had risen directly to Lv. 3 after the recent series of battles. Yet, even at Lv. 3, his "Death On Eye" could not detect a hint of Death Qi on the Elephantman. This wasn’t a new discovery; he had noticed it imdiately upon activating the skill.
Not a living being? A thought erged in Lu Yuan’s mind, but it wasn’t the ti to ponder it. His senses were already sowhat distorted, and even his Spiritual Power was affected. The horrifying aura radiating from the Elephantman swept over him in waves like a tsunami, creating a frightful pressure he had never felt before. It was as if he were in a gravitational field two hundred tis stronger than normal. In his line of sight, the Elephantman’s black silhouette kept growing larger, stretching... It seed to transform into a vast, dark mountain range, obscuring the sky and compelling people to prostrate themselves at its feet in awe and worship.
The coppery taste of blood quickly filled Lu Yuan’s mouth. The sharp pain from biting his tongue snapped him out of the illusion created by the pressure. He swallowed the blood, his expression unchanging. His face... remained calm. An opponent as mighty, tall, huge, and invincible as a mountain, Lu Yuan thought, quietly observing the Elephantman before him as a skill on his class panel subtly glowed.
Then... He once again slowly clenched his right fist. Blood flowed from the wounds on his battered arm, streaming quickly down the channels between his muscles. His mist-like Spiritual Power began to boil. The air within a radius of over a hundred ters started to warp, resembling transparent fish swimming rapidly toward him. They converged on his bloody right fist, growing brighter by the mont, until... he seed to be holding a ball of "light"!
Shatter the mountain, Lu Yuan thought calmly. Then, he threw his punch.
Extraordinary Martial Arts: [Super Kill—Thousand Crows Singing at The Moon]! Lv. 2!
WHOOSH—
Lu Yuan, holding the "light," pushed the transparent distortion in front of him forward. Against the terrifying, tsunami-like aura of the Elephant God Walk, his attack seed to stir up a powerful counter-current.
The Elephant God Walk’s roar ca to an abrupt halt. The next second—
BOOM!
Lu Yuan’s Lv. 2 Super Kill landed solidly on the Elephantman’s chest, precisely where his previous attack had left a crack.
BOOM! BOOM—
The "light," condensed to its absolute limit, exploded against the Elephantman’s body.
In that instant, many onlookers felt as if they saw a vision: a full moon hanging in the sky, the Netherworld River flowing quietly, then boiling. Thousands of black crows blotted out the sky, and the massive moon transford into a sinister crow’s eye. This phantasmagoria—beautiful yet eerie, silent yet cacophonous, with an ice-cold killing intent lurking beneath its calm surface—swept through their spiritual senses, leaving everyone who witnessed it profoundly shocked and terrified.
However, the very next second...
WHAM!
A dull thud pulled everyone’s attention back to reality.
The vision faded, and everyone’s pupils contracted sharply. They saw a figure flying backward like a cannonball. RUMBLE! RUMBLE! It crashed through layers of the ground, burrowing an unknown number of ters deep.
Back on the battlefield, the Elephant God Walk—with the head of an elephant and the body of a man—stood quietly. It seed not to have moved a single step. Only the spiderweb-like cracks on its chest were rapidly healing.
The Elephant God Walk was standing. So, the figure that had just been flung away was...
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM—
Lu Yuan felt as if he were in a pit of thick, viscous liquid, constantly sinking... sinking... Pain surged all over his body. But compared to the agony in his chest, it was nothing.
I lost...
Am I dying?
Lu Yuan’s consciousness blurred, only a sliver of lucidity remaining. His injuries were too extensive.
It can’t be, he thought. Yu Wentong knows my strength and the power of the Elephant God Walk. She must have prepared so contingencies; she wouldn’t let die.
But...
Lu Yuan tried to struggle against the sinking sensation, but his entire body felt as if it were about to shatter.
I just can’t accept this!
His "Unconquerable Instinct" was still active; how could he resign himself to falling like this? Yet, there was nothing he could do.
The extraordinary powers he wielded, the Sure-kills, Super Kills, and attributes gained after Breaking the Limit once... all the things he had once taken pride in... In front of a Walker Level Elephantman, they were all rely a joke. A profound sense of powerlessness washed over Lu Yuan. For a mont, he felt as if he had returned to the ti before he had delved into Martial Arts, before unlocking the Fighter class panel. Back then, his family was burdened with crushing financial pressure. He watched his parents live in constant anxiety every day, wanting to help but utterly powerless.
THUD!
The sinking sensation finally ceased. Lu Yuan fell heavily at the bottom of the "abyss." He could distinctly feel that many of his bones were shattered and his internal organs severely injured. Although he wasn’t on the verge of death, his injuries were... truly severe. Lu Yuan painstakingly summoned his class panel. His consciousness grew murkier; soon, he would enter a self-protective "forced shutdown." Before that, he tried to find so way to turn the tables, just as he had when facing Calophis of the Crow God Sect.
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