Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

"Damn..."

Huang Shaotian looked down at the white bone flowers that kept sprouting from his chest, arms, and thighs. The roots of those flowers wriggled and extended through his flesh like living things, frantically drawing on his life essence.

Each time a flower blooms, it means that a portion of his power is drawn away and poured into the two unlit stone pillars.

He could clearly feel that the original power belonging to the "Sword God" within his body was being greedily devoured by these eerie flowers, turning into nourishment to activate the remains of the Divine Zero.

"Roar!!!"

The withered remains roared to the sky with a deafening roar. As the white bone flowers bloomed on Huang Shaotian and the others, the blood light on the last two stone pillars grew stronger and stronger, almost dyeing the entire square blood red.

And its aura is rising wildly!
"We can't... let it recover..."

Huang Shaotian gritted his teeth, stomped his foot on the ground, and shot into the sky like a cannonball.

Even though his body was covered in white bone flowers and his life force was constantly draining away, the fighting spirit in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

"Nine Falls - Myriad Swords Technique!"

He gripped the sword with both hands, raised it above his head, and poured the last remaining power of the Sword God's essence into the Nine Fallen Divine Sword without reservation.

"Om-"

The sword trembled violently, and the nine gems simultaneously emitted a dazzling light, so intense that it even suppressed the crimson hue that permeated the plaza.

The next moment, countless golden sword shadows appeared out of thin air behind Huang Shaotian.

One, ten, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand...

In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of golden sword shadows floated densely above the entire plaza, each radiating an incomparably sharp sword aura, their tips all pointing towards the withered holy remains.

Sword intent as vast as the sea, sword energy as dense as a forest!
This is one of Huang Shaotian's trump cards, and if he were to forcefully use it in his current state, it would likely cause extremely serious, even irreparable, damage to his very essence.

But at this moment, he couldn't care less about anything else.

Ling Feng has already "fallen," and he cannot bear to watch Ling Feng's only daughter die before his very eyes!

"cut!"

Huang Shaotian roared and slashed down fiercely with the Nine Fallen Divine Sword in his hand.

“Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!!!”

Thousands of swords fired together!

Tens of thousands of golden sword shadows transformed into a golden torrent of sword rain, tearing through the air and sweeping towards the withered holy remains with terrifying destructive power.

Wherever the sword rain passed, the space was cut open with countless fine black cracks. The pervasive dust of decay was annihilated by the sword energy, and even the ground of the square collapsed continuously in the aftershocks of the sword energy.

"Roar!!!"

For the first time, a look of solemnity appeared in the blood-red eyes of the withering holy remains. It could sense that this attack was enough to threaten its life.

But it did not retreat.

Because if we just hold on a little longer, the last two stone pillars will be fully activated, and then they will regain their full power!
"Y'golonac...V'ythorra...K'yarnak...B'nah!!"

It chanted the ancient incantation again, its hands forming a mudra in front of its chest, and a great gray-white light shone brightly around it.

The white bone flowers that sprouted from Huang Shaotian and the others suddenly accelerated their growth rate several times over, frantically draining their life essence.

"puff--"

Huang Shaotian spat out a mouthful of blood, his face instantly turning ashen, but his sword strikes did not falter at all; instead, they became even more ferocious.

The torrent of ten thousand swords had reached ten feet in front of the withered holy remains!
"Withering - Throne of Bones!"

The withered relics roared and pressed their hands down sharply.

Rumbling--

The square trembled violently, and countless gray-white bones emerged from the ground, rapidly assembling and piling up in front of it, instantly coalescing into a skeletal throne hundreds of feet tall.

The throne was pieced together from countless skeletons, including human skeletons, animal skeletons, and even skeletons of indistinguishable races...

Each bone exudes a strong aura of death and decay.

At the top of the throne was a huge skull, with two eerie green flames burning in its eye sockets.

"Dang-dang-dang-dang-"

The torrent of swords crashed violently against the skeletal throne, producing a dense, rain-like sound of metal clashing.

Sword energy clashed wildly with the bones, and golden and grayish-white light intertwined, illuminating the entire square in a flickering light.

"Crack...knock..."

Cracks began to appear on the surface of the Bone Throne, and pieces of bone shattered under the strangulation of the sword energy.

However, the torrent of ten thousand swords was also rapidly being consumed, and the golden sword shadows turned into points of light and dissipated upon impact.

This is a pure clash of strength!
Let's see if Huang Shaotian's sword technique will shatter the Bone Throne first, or if the Withering Sacred Remains will drain Huang Shaotian's life essence first!
"Break for me!!!"

Huang Shaotian's eyes were bloodshot, and the veins on his forehead bulged. He bit his tongue hard, spitting out a mouthful of blood essence, which landed on the Nine Fallen Divine Sword.

"Om-"

The divine sword emitted a clear and melodious sword cry, and the tiny crack on the blade began to heal under the nourishment of the essence blood, and the sword light intensified by three points!

"Hey!"

Finally, the three hundred golden sword shadows converged into a giant sword phantom a thousand feet long, carrying a terrifying power to annihilate everything, and slammed down on the very center of the Bone Throne.

"boom!!!!!"

The deafening explosion resounded through the heavens and earth. The Bone Throne finally could not withstand the force and was cleaved in two by a sword from the very center, collapsing with a crash.

The phantom of the giant sword continued its momentum, cleaving through the throne before striking the chest of the withering holy remains squarely.

"Pfft-"

A huge wound was cleaved open in the chest of the withered holy remains, almost severing it in half, and dark red blood gushed out like a waterfall.

"Roar!!!"

It let out an extremely shrill scream, and its body flew backward like a broken sack, crashing heavily onto the edge of the square, creating a huge crater several meters deep in the ground.

Won?

No, not yet!
"Cough cough..."

Huang Shaotian knelt on one knee, supporting his body with the Nine Fallen Divine Sword, panting heavily.

The white bone flowers on his body had reached their peak bloom, each one exquisitely beautiful, but the color of the petals was rapidly changing from grayish-white to dark red.

This also means that the Flower of White Bones has fully bloomed, and after it withers, Huang Shaotian's flame of life will be extinguished completely.

Although the withered relics were severely injured, they did not die.

"Ho... ho ho..."

In the deep pit, the withered holy remains struggled to get up. The wound on its chest was shocking, almost splitting it in two, but the flesh buds at the wound were writhing wildly, trying to heal.

At the same time, the last two stone pillars lit up completely!
Twelve stone pillars, their surface shrouded in blood!
"boom!!!"

An indescribable terrifying aura erupted from the body of the Withered Holy Remains. The strength of that aura even surpassed the previous peak state, reaching a completely new level.

This is already a level above the divine rank.

"Y'golonac...V'ythorra...K'yarnak...B'nah!!"

The withered relics roared to the sky, the sound waves like a real shockwave, shattering all the remaining rubble and corpses in the square into dust.

The horrific wound on its chest healed at a speed visible to the naked eye; the broken bones reconnected, and the shattered flesh regenerated, restoring it to its original state in the blink of an eye.

Not only that, its size also expanded, growing from three zhang tall to five zhang tall, and the decaying power surrounding it was so dense that it almost turned into a solid dark red flame.

Those blood-red eyes were fixed on Huang Shaotian, who was kneeling on one knee, filled with resentment and killing intent. "Human...you...have enough to be proud of!"

It spoke human language, though its speech was somewhat awkward, it was still clearly audible.

Before it finished speaking, it took a step forward and its figure disappeared from the spot like a ghost.

The next instant, it appeared in front of Huang Shaotian, its remaining right hand forming a claw with five fingers, carrying a terrifying power that could tear through space, and fiercely grabbed at Huang Shaotian's head.

fast!
too fast!
The fully revived withered relics are more than ten times faster than before!
Huang Shaotian didn't even have time to react and could only instinctively raise the Nine Fallen Divine Sword to block.

"clang!!!"

Claws and swords clashed, and the sound of metal striking metal rang out loudly.

Huang Shaotian was struck as if by a meteorite, and he was sent flying backward. He spat out a mouthful of blood while in mid-air, and a large crater appeared in his chest, with countless broken bones.

The Nine Fallen Divine Sword in his hand was actually knocked away by this claw, spinning and embedding itself in the distant stone wall, its blade humming incessantly.

"boom!"

Huang Shaotian crashed heavily to the ground, sliding dozens of feet before stopping, carving a deep trench in the ground.

He tried to struggle to get up, but the white bone flowers all over his body were frantically draining his last bit of strength, leaving him unable to move even a finger.

"Cough cough..."

He coughed up several mouthfuls of blood mixed with pieces of internal organs, and his vision began to blur.

Am I... going to die...?

I'm really unwilling...

"Uncle Huang!!!"

Ru Feng's eyes widened in fury as she tried to rush forward, but the white bone flowers on her body were also growing wildly, pinning her firmly to the spot, unable to move.

Han Tian, ​​Yan Jinghong, and Zi Ling were in the same situation. They tried their best to break free from the shackles of the White Bone Flower, but the roots of those flowers had penetrated deep into their marrow and were closely connected to their life essence. The more they struggled, the faster they were extracted.

"Hoohoho!!!"

At that moment, the remaining Blood Gold Beetles and Flesh Gu seemed to be summoned by the withered holy remains, and surged in from all directions like a tide, rushing towards the immobile Huang Shaotian.

They opened their sharp mouthparts, revealing greedy eyes, ready to devour the severely wounded human.

"Get away!!"

Huang Shaotian roared, forcibly urging the last bit of divine power within his body to condense a thin layer of golden sword energy on his body surface.

"Chi chi chi——"

The first few dozen blood-gold scarabs crashed into the sword energy and were instantly shredded into pieces, but more insects followed one after another, frantically devouring the sword energy.

The sword aura dimmed at a visible speed, and it became covered with fine cracks.

At this rate, the sword aura will shatter completely in a quarter of an hour at most. At that time, Huang Shaotian will be swallowed up by the sea of ​​insects, leaving no trace of his body.

"Cough cough cough..."

Huang Shaotian stared intently at Ru Feng, a bitter smile appearing on his face. "Brother Ling Feng, without you, things really can't go on! Ru Feng, Uncle Huang has done his best..."

As soon as he finished speaking, his entire body was completely covered by Blood Gold Scarabs.

"no, do not want!"

With tears in his eyes, Ru Feng desperately urged the chaotic power within his body, trying to break free from the White Bone Flower's restraints, but to no avail.

At this moment——

"Shh!"

The figure of the withered holy remains appeared before Ru Feng like a ghost.

Its blood-red eyes looked down at Ru Feng, filled with greed and desire.

The human woman possessed the most abundant vital energy, and it seemed to harbor some kind of power that made her heart tremble.

If he could completely devour her, he might even be able to break through to the next level!
It stretched out its right hand and grabbed at the air.

"Om-"

An invisible force gripped Ru Feng's throat, lifting her up and pulling her before the withered holy remains.

"Like the wind!!!"

"Girl!!!"

Han Tian, ​​Yan Jinghong, and Zi Ling roared at the same time and struggled desperately, but the White Bone Flower bound them tightly and they could not move at all.

"Let her go!!"

Zi Ling's eyes were bloodshot as she forcefully activated the power of shadow, trying to control the insectoids to rescue them. However, the white bone flowers on her body were also growing wildly, making it impossible for her to even maintain the insectoid sea. She could only watch helplessly as Ru Feng was taken away by the withered holy remains.

The withered remains ignored the roars of the others; its withered hand gripped Ru Feng's throat, its five fingers slowly tightening.

"Uh……"

Ru Feng felt increasingly difficult to breathe, his vision began to darken, and the shadow of death loomed over his heart.

But at that moment, the Abyss Core, which had been dormant within her body, trembled almost imperceptibly.

Immediately afterwards, a cold, deathly aura swept out from Ru Feng's body.

In an instant, the withered holy remains that was gripping her throat were struck by lightning the moment they sensed this aura, and froze on the spot.

Its blood-red eyes widened suddenly, staring intently at Ru Feng.

"This...this is..."

The voice of the withered relics trembled, a complex mix of unparalleled terror and disbelief.

It released its grip on Ru Feng's throat, and with trembling hands, extended its only remaining right hand, as if to touch Ru Feng to confirm something, but then dared not.

"Impossible... This is impossible... How could the aura of that lord appear on a human woman..."

It muttered incoherently, its eyes flashing with a blood-red light that shifted between madness, fear, and piety.

The next moment, to everyone's disbelief, the withered holy corpse, whose strength was enough to crush the entire scene, actually knelt down on the ground with a "plop".

Its towering five-zhang-tall body lay prostrate on the ground, its head bowed almost touching the earth. In a trembling yet utterly respectful voice, it hoarsely proclaimed, "The Holy Relic of the Withered Royal Court, Nag, pays his respects..."

"Lord Isobis!"

Isobies?

Ru Feng was stunned; she remembered the name.

Back in the Prison of Gamblers, the spirit of gambling, Apollos, once called the shadow that appeared within him Isobis.

In fact, if it weren't for the Lord of the Abyss's body engaging in a fierce battle with the gambling spirit Apollos, they probably wouldn't have had a chance to escape the Gambling Prison.

And at this moment, why does this withered holy corpse call itself the Lord of the Abyss?
Could it be that……

An unbelievable thought arose in Ru Feng's mind.

But just as the withered remains of the saint prostrated themselves in worship, another strange change occurred.

"Om-"

On Ru Feng's chest, the faint gray-black light suddenly brightened, and a cold, abyssal aura emanated from her body.

In an instant, a blurry phantom slowly emerged behind Ru Feng.

The phantom was ten feet tall, its entire body shrouded in swirling gray-black mist, obscuring its features. Only a pair of blood-red eyes were faintly visible in the mist.

It was none other than Isobis, the Lord of the Abyss! (End of Chapter)