Gou in the world of comprehension

Chapter 1604 Who exactly is this guy?

The void trembled, and the gale howled. More than ten figures dressed in Taoist robes of various colors, with auras as deep and profound as an abyss, surrounded them from all directions, stepping on the sky full of spiritual light.

Each figure exuded the terrifying pressure unique to cultivators at the Integration Realm. Layer upon layer of spiritual energy barriers completely sealed off this area, even distorting and disrupting the light.

Su Fan stood in the center of the void, his clothes fluttering even without wind.

He gazed at the faces—some ferocious, some cold, some greedy—and a chilling sneer curled at the corner of his mouth.

There was no fear in his eyes, only a nonchalant indifference.

I didn't want to get involved in your mess, but you insisted on dragging me into it.

Thinking of this, Su Fan's eyes flashed with cold light, and the indifference in his eyes completely disappeared, leaving only a chilling killing intent.

You asked for this, so don't blame me for being ruthless.

Before the thought had even formed, Su Fan had already begun his actions.

He didn't gather any earth-shattering power; he simply raised his right hand slowly, his fingertips slightly drooping, and locked his gaze on the cultivator closest to him who was lunging at him with a sinister grin.

He slightly bent his fingertips and flicked them gently.

His movements were as casual as brushing dust off his shoulder, yet they exuded a chilling composure.

"Whoosh..."

A sharp, piercing whistling sound suddenly exploded, carrying an extreme chill that seemed capable of freezing one's eardrums.

Then a tiny, eerie flame, no bigger than a bean, shot out from his fingertip.

The flames were a ghastly white, with wisps of grayish-black mist swirling around them.

Wherever the mist passed, tiny cracks appeared in the void, exuding an eerie chill emanating from the depths of one's soul.

This tiny, eerie flame moved at an abnormally high speed, so fast that it broke through the constraints of space.

Almost instantly, Su Fan appeared before the cultivator with a flick of his finger, even scorching a fleeting black mark in the void.

The cultivator at the Integration Realm who was rushing towards them froze, as if struck by lightning.

A chilling feeling of impending death instantly shot through his body from the soles of his feet, making his hair stand on end and his heart feel like it was about to stop beating.

It is a fear that originates from the inner instinct, the despair of prey sensing its natural enemy.

He had already unleashed an offensive magic weapon, and its surface was beginning to shimmer with a thick spiritual light.

He had already infused his spiritual power into it, and was only a thought away from launching an attack to strike Su Fan in the distance.

But to his utter surprise, before he could even unleash his magic weapon, Su Fan's attack was already upon him.

The eerie, bone-chilling cold had already enveloped his entire body, causing his spiritual energy circulation to become slightly sluggish.

"not good……"

A horrified roar erupted from the mouth of this Nascent Soul Realm expert, his voice filled with disbelief and panic.

He dared not hesitate for a moment, and almost instinctively produced a small, palm-sized, pitch-black umbrella.

With a sudden flick of his wrist, he hurled the small umbrella in front of him, while simultaneously chanting a protective incantation and frantically pouring spiritual energy into it.

The small umbrella grew as soon as it encountered the wind, transforming into a streak of black light. In an instant, it swelled to over ten zhang in height, becoming a gigantic black umbrella that blotted out the sky.

The umbrella surface was engraved with countless eerie runes, which shimmered with a ghostly green light and exuded a strong aura of death and malevolence.

The next second, with a loud "bang", the canopy of the giant umbrella suddenly opened.

The umbrella, spanning tens of feet in diameter, was completely spread out, like a pitch-black canopy, completely enveloping the cultivator's body.

As the runes on the umbrella surface flowed, a thick black shield spread out from the umbrella surface, seemingly indestructible.

This protective magic item is called the "Announcement Umbrella," and it is the natal magic item of this Nascent Soul cultivator.

The "Announcement Umbrella" possesses extremely strong defensive capabilities, having withstood a full-force attack from a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator without sustaining any damage.

This is definitely a top-tier protective magic weapon. The attacks of ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators cannot even budge the umbrella surface.

But at almost the same instant the ominous umbrella was fully opened and the protective shield was formed, that tiny, eerie flame suddenly appeared.

Without the slightest pause, it crashed violently into the pitch-black umbrella surface, which spanned dozens of feet, like a shooting star chasing the moon.

There was no earth-shattering collision, only a sudden and unexpected crushing.

"Rumble..."

A deafening roar suddenly erupted, far surpassing the full-force attack of any cultivator at the Integration Realm.

A terrifying shockwave swept wildly outwards from the point of impact.

Space shattered, and pitch-black cracks spread like a spider web across the sky, only to be annihilated by terrifying annihilation energy in the next moment.

An aura of destruction permeated the air, shattering the void.

Wherever it passed, the void trembled violently, twisted, and tore apart, and the fierce winds were pulverized.

Even from a great distance, the cultivators watching the battle from afar were shaken by the terrifying shockwave, their blood surging and they retreated repeatedly, their faces filled with horror.

Everyone was completely stunned by what they saw.

That seemingly insignificant, eerie flame, no bigger than a bean, suddenly unleashed a terrifying, world-destroying power, exploding with a deafening roar.

The tiny, cold flame had now transformed into a raging inferno that blotted out the sky.

The flames were a ghastly white, with a sinister gray-black mist swirling around their surface.

Wherever the gray-black mist passed, the void itself sizzled and crackled, emitting a nauseating stench.

The burst of flames did not spread in all directions.

Instead, it resembled a giant octopus that had been lying in wait for a long time, clinging tightly to the huge canopy of the funeral umbrella, frantically burning and eroding the canopy.

Strangely, despite being a raging inferno, it offered no warmth whatsoever, instead radiating an extreme chill.

The extreme cold was unlike any ordinary ice and snow; it was a chilling cold originating from the very source of evil spirits. It instantly swept across the entire airspace, and the temperature in the surrounding airspace suddenly dropped by tens or even hundreds of degrees.

The spiritual energy in the void was instantly frozen, turning into tiny ice crystals that fluttered down. Even the light seemed to be frozen by the extreme cold, becoming dim and without luster.

The pitch-black umbrella, several tens of feet in size, was instantly and completely frozen under the dual attack of extreme cold and scorching eerie fire.

A patch of pale frost quickly spread across the umbrella surface, growing thicker and thicker until it covered the entire surface in the blink of an eye.

In some places, the ice crystals even condensed into thick, icy shards, each as thick as an arm, with wisps of chilling mist swirling around them, emanating a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.

"Click...click..."

The crisp, piercing cracking sound was exceptionally clear in the deathly silence, sending chills down one's spine.

On the black umbrella that heralded death, fine cracks began to appear, spreading rapidly like a spider web, densely covering the entire surface.

Immediately afterwards, a series of crisp crackling sounds filled the air.

The cracks on the umbrella grew larger and larger, and pieces of the pitch-black umbrella surface broke apart and shattered, turning into countless black specks of light that dissipated into the void. Even the eerie runes on the umbrella surface quickly dimmed and vanished under the scorching heat of the ghostly fire.

The cold, raging flame clinging to the umbrella surface instantly transformed into countless tiny, grotesque, and menacing fire spirits the moment the umbrella shattered.

They are ghostly in appearance, with ferocious faces, baring their teeth and claws, and emitting sharp, piercing hisses.

Like a tidal wave, they surged wildly through the cracks in the umbrella, heading straight for the Nascent Soul cultivator beneath it, their speed astonishing.

The Nascent Soul cultivator stood under the umbrella, his face ashen, his eyes wide open, filled with disbelief and bewilderment.

He seemed to have all his strength drained away, and his whole body trembled slightly.

He stared intently at the swarming, eerie flames, his mind blank.

His death-announcing umbrella, his natal protective magic weapon that could withstand a full-force attack from a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, was completely destroyed and breached before it could even withstand a single breath of fire the size of a bean!

Before he could recover from his shock, an extremely cold aura instantly rushed towards him.

The chill, like a leech clinging to his bone, instantly pierced through his protective spiritual power, invaded his limbs and bones, and went straight to the depths of his soul, as if it wanted to freeze and tear his soul apart completely.

He felt stiff all over, his blood and qi were stagnant, and even his ability to mobilize his consciousness became extremely slow.

My mind was a complete blank, filled only with endless fear.

This is not the most terrible.

Even more terrifying, those densely packed, ferocious ghostly fire monsters had already pounced on him, baring their fangs and claws.

The chilling aura, carrying a deadly corrosive force, instantly caused his skin to turn white with frost, and his hair to freeze and break off inch by inch.

After all, he was a Nascent Soul cultivator from the Demonic Sect, and having experienced countless life-and-death battles, his temperament far surpassed that of ordinary cultivators.

Even in such a desperate situation, he did not completely panic.

A fierce and resolute glint flashed in his eyes. He clenched his teeth, his gaze hardened, and he made a final struggle.

"Snapped……"

A crisp cracking sound suddenly rang out, and the jet-black jade pendant hanging at his waist shattered into dust instantly without any warning.

The moment the jade pendant shattered, an extremely dense plume of pitch-black demonic smoke erupted, sweeping out like a tsunami.

In an instant, it transformed into a thick, dark shield radiating endless death energy, completely enveloping his body.

The protective shield was wreathed in wisps of eerie runes, his trump card for survival.

It was refined from its own essence and blood and a wisp of demonic soul, and its defensive power far exceeds that of the Funeral Umbrella. It can withstand even an attack from a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

"Boom...bang..."

Almost the instant the Demon Soul Shield was formed, countless hideous monsters made of Netherworld Flames crashed into the thick, dark shield like swarms of man-eating ants.

The sounds of impact were as dense as rain, incessant.

Each impact leaves a tiny black hole in the shield.

The chilling, evil energy of the source frantically invaded the protective barrier, constantly eroding and disintegrating its spiritual power.

Those hideous, eerie flames, like hungry wolves that have smelled blood, clung tightly to the protective shield, biting and burning it frantically.

Under the corrosive influence of the Yin Fire, the pitch-black shield quickly became transparent and fragile, the runes on the shield grew dimmer and dimmer, and the aura became weaker and weaker.

It held on for only a breath before it could no longer sustain itself.

"boom……"

With a deafening roar, the thick, dark demonic soul shield collapsed and shattered, turning into a sky full of black mist that dissipated into the void.

The cultivator's last vestiges of life were also extinguished.

"Ah...ah..."

With a series of heart-wrenching and extremely shrill screams, bursting from the cultivator's mouth, his voice was filled with endless pain and despair.

The moment the protective shield shattered, he was completely engulfed by countless chilling fire spirits.

The Netherworld Flames instantly engulfed his entire body, scorching his flesh and eroding his soul.

The extreme cold and excruciating pain made him feel like he was dying, and his soul was being torn apart and devoured little by little.

The screams lasted only a moment before abruptly ceasing.

The raging Yin Fire suddenly subsided, and the physical body and soul of the Nascent Soul cultivator, along with the spiritual power within him and his natal Yin Spirit, were completely destroyed.

They were completely devoured by this enhanced version of the Netherworld Flame, burned to ashes, leaving not even a trace of ash or a wisp of remnant soul.

It was as if it had never existed in this void, leaving only a wisp of faint, chilling mist that slowly dissipated in the wind.

Su Fan stood still, looking down at the empty void.

A barely perceptible look of surprise flashed in his eyes, followed by a playful smile that left even himself speechless.

This enhanced version of the Netherworld Flame is incredibly powerful.

It's important to know that the person he just annihilated wasn't some nobody, but a genuine Nascent Soul cultivator.

That is one of the top combat forces in the lower realm of cultivation. With a wave of their hand, they can destroy the world. Even if ordinary cultivators use the full strength of their entire clan, they may not be able to harm them in the slightest.

Nascent Soul cultivators are never exactly commonplace.

Even a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator would need to expend considerable effort to kill an early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, let alone kill them instantly with a few words.

But he had only flicked his finger casually, releasing a tiny, smoldering flame.

In the blink of an eye, a Nascent Soul cultivator with a top-tier protective magic treasure was completely annihilated, soul and all, leaving the opponent no room for resistance.

Not only was Su Fan secretly amazed, but even the dozen or so old monsters who had originally gathered around were all frozen in place, their faces full of bewilderment and disbelief.

Their pupils constricted sharply, as if they had seen a ghost, and their spiritual energy nearly went out of control.

They looked at each other, their eyes filled with shock and confusion, and a thought popped into their minds at the same time.

Brother, are you kidding me?

That's not how you play!

Originally, it was thought that even if Su Fan was incredibly strong, he would eventually die from exhaustion when faced with the combined attack of more than ten Nascent Soul cultivators.

But who would have thought that Su Fan would be this powerful?

They fought tooth and nail for ages, but not many people died.

But Su Fan was different. He casually flicked out a small flame, and in an instant, he annihilated an old monster in the Integration Realm, leaving not even ashes.

Who exactly is this guy?

(End of this chapter)