Two Realms: A giant of immortal martial arts emerges from low Wu Gan

Jiang Shu's gaze was cold, and the Desolate Star Halberd finally moved.

It is no longer just pure force; the mysteries of space are incorporated into it.

With a slight turn of his wrist, the halberd trembled, and his entire being instantly transformed into dozens of indistinguishable figures!

Each figure was lifelike, radiating its unique aura and spatial fluctuations.

Dozens of figures swung, thrust, parried, and smashed, seemingly attacking in all directions, yet they were interconnected and echoed each other in space, forming a spatial domain that covered the entire siege area!
Blood and severed limbs splattered instantly, then were shredded into a bloody mist by the violent force field.

In the blink of an eye, at least five or six images of the Ninth Realm or early Tenth Realm cultivators who were at the forefront were torn apart by the spatial cutting force.

The heavily armored figure attempting to charge was struck in vital joints by several halberd shadows simultaneously, causing its massive body to collapse and disintegrate.

Jiang Shu was like the eye of a storm, stirring up a bloody storm wherever he went.

Each swing of the Desolate Star Halberd precisely claimed a life. He wasn't just killing enemies; he was conducting a ruthless cleansing of this filthy land.

Roar!
They emitted indistinct roars, which, upon closer listening, sounded like they were speaking.

If the world's will in this secret realm truly develops complete intelligence, these images should be able to communicate and become a completely new race.

Deep within the crevice, where crimson mist surged.

Zhan Feng leaned against a cold crystal covered in sticky, dark red bloodstains, breathing heavily.

Although his left arm has recovered, it is, after all, a new life.

Not yet fully recovered, his right arm braced against the bronze battle axe whose cracks had widened, sweat mixed with dried blood, carving deep furrows into his chiseled face.

A whole day and night.

After losing Jiang Shu, their strongest fighter, and encountering the image of that ancient demon, their escape became long and desperate.

Yu Sha's condition is even worse.

He huddled in a corner, his once handsome face, so striking it was hard to tell if he was male or female, now deathly pale and translucent. His breath was as faint as a candle flame in the wind, and an uncontrollable, bone-chilling cold emanated from his body, causing a thin layer of frost to form on the ground.

The gruesome wound on her abdomen was occupied by a deathly black energy, which, like a maggot clinging to her bone, slowly and steadily eroded her fundamental Dao source.

Each breath was accompanied by the painful cracking sound of ice shards, as if even the air itself was about to freeze.

Lanxi leaned against a blood-soaked War Alliance disciple, her eyes vacant and numb, her only remaining arm wrapped around her knee, her body trembling slightly.

The others were all injured and extremely weak.

Zhan Yun sat cross-legged in the center of the crowd, the dents and cracks in his breastplate a shocking sight.

She kept her eyes tightly closed, as if she was trying her best to suppress something, but thin strands of black blood couldn't be stopped from the corners of her mouth.

The protective magic around her ribs, where the ghastly green flames had burned, flickered on and off, the eerie, flame-like energy still stubbornly eroding her.

Her Starry Blade rested across her knees, humming softly as she strained to sense her surroundings, creating a fragile mental barrier for everyone.

"Sister Yun..."

A disciple with a hoarse voice couldn't help but whisper,
"At this rate... we won't survive the next encirclement and attack."

A profound despair, like solid ice water, seeped into everyone.

Zhan Feng raised his head, his bloodshot eyes gazing at the gloomy, oppressive sky beyond the rift.

The iron-gray sky hung even lower, and in the distance, the shadowy skeletons of enormous creatures appeared and disappeared in the distorted spatial storm, emitting a teeth-grinding grinding sound.

"The sense of boundaries has become more blurred."

He muttered to himself, his voice hoarse.

“I feel like we’re being digested here, like…like monsters are digesting the food in their stomachs.”

He had this feeling before, and now it's becoming clearer.

Zhan Yun forcibly suppressed his surging blood and opened his eyes, his cold gaze revealing an undisguised weariness.

"The laws here are becoming more solidified, and their suppression of us is becoming stronger."

“The movements of those images are becoming more and more organized; they are adapting to the environment here, as if the master has returned to his own territory.”

This discovery is a hundred times more chilling than the attack of the images.

at this time.

boom! ! !
A powerful fighting spirit and spatial fluctuation, though extremely distant, seemingly separated by endless mountains and rivers, yet carrying a force that could tear through chaos and cleave through filth, stormed into everyone's senses like a boulder thrown into stagnant water!
This wave was wild and domineering, carrying a familiar charm of the law of power that seemed to sweep across the heavens, and also mixed with a sharp sense of space that could pierce through the illusion!

In the deathly silence of despair, this fluctuation was like a lightning bolt illuminating the dark prison!
puff!
Zhan Feng suddenly spat out a mouthful of foul blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, but on his blood-covered face, his crimson eyes blazed with an unbelievable light, twisting desperately toward the source of the fluctuation.

"Jiang...Jiang Shu?!"

"It's him!"

Zhan Yun's voice was resolute, his fatigue instantly dispelled, leaving only extreme astonishment and a hint of suppressed elation.

"He's still alive! And... he seems even stronger!"

The aura of that power was even more refined and unfathomable than before they parted!
What force shattered the ancient demon image?

Has he found a way to recover or even break through?
Yu Sha coughed violently, a sickly flush rising on his pale face, and a glint of will to live flashed in his cold eyes.

Lanxi's empty eyes focused slightly as she looked in the direction from which the fluctuations came, and her body stopped trembling.

The only glimmer of hope that appeared in their desperate situation instantly rekindled the almost extinguished fighting spirit of this defeated and exhausted army.

"That kid...he..."

Zhan Feng grinned, trying to smile, but the movement aggravated his wound, causing him to wince in pain. However, the light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

"Does he know we're still alive? He's making a scene to lure us over!"

"Walk!!"

He suddenly braced himself against the heavy battle axe, ignoring the excruciating pain in his severed arm, and roared with all his might.

At the eye of the storm, murderous intent boiled.

Within the basin, dark red, foul energy surged and churned, the thick blood mist already dispersed by an even more violent force.

The ground was littered with countless fragments of shattered bone armor and melting limbs, resembling a hellish landscape.

Jiang Shu's Desolate Star Halberd was like the pen of the King of Hell, each strike precisely targeting the core of an image, whether it be a head or a node of energy circulation.

He had deliberately restrained some of his power, maintaining it only at a level sufficient for efficient killing. In the images of those he had slain, the strongest among them possessed an aura approaching the late stage of the tenth realm.

When another massive demonic soldier, at the mid-stage of the tenth realm and covered in scale-like bone armor, had its chest torn apart by the Desolate Star Halberd, Jiang Shu finally noticed something amiss.

The moment the demonic soldier's body was torn apart, instead of foul energy surging out from its chest cavity, a faint, almost imperceptible pale green light flashed and disappeared from its core.

The light was extremely faint, like a candle flickering in the wind, yet it contained a trace of pure, almost primordial, generative and perpetuating power, completely different from the filthy world will surrounding it.

In the instant that faint light vanished, all the combat instincts, agility, and power contained within the demonic soldier's image instantly dissipated.

"Ok?"

Jiang Shu's heart suddenly stirred.

The reason why these images are so lifelike, with movements that carry a hint of combat skills, and even some high-level individuals showing a slight ability to learn and cooperate, is likely due to the infusion of the world's will.

He moved like the wind, dodging several energy beams that came from the side. The Desolate Star Halberd drew an arc in the air and accurately struck the top of the head of a short shadow soldier that had emerged from the ground and was trying to sneak up on his ankle.

With a muffled "poof," the Shadow Soldier's entire upper body exploded like a watermelon struck by a heavy hammer, his Dao essence shattered, and his remains scattered everywhere.

However, deep within those broken bone fragments flowing with dark green viscous fluid, Jiang Shu's keen spatial sense detected several extremely fine, almost invisible, pale golden threads that were rapidly dissipating.

Before these threads dissipated, they faintly retained a Daoist rhythm of "gathering and dispersing at will" and "structural transformation"!

This fluctuation also carries an unending inner rhythm.

It seems that it is this thread that maintains the shadow soldier's stability and explosive power.

Jiang Shu's eyes instantly sharpened to the point of being like those of a hawk.

Having previously battled countless images, his mind constantly on the brink of life and death, and being his first time witnessing it, he found it strange but never delved into its fundamental structure.

Now, after paying special attention and combining this with the two discoveries he had just made, a startling guess emerged in his mind.

The filth, malevolent energy, and deathly laws within these images are merely external manifestations of driving energy and destructive will.

The key to enabling this twisted body, composed of fragments of ancient battlefield remains, condensed baleful energy, and chaotic laws, to fight so nimbly is a completely different Daoist power hidden deep beneath the filth!

The nature of this power contains an extremely advanced and profound principle of the law of perpetual life.

It seems to be a more fundamental law of existence, supporting these images to live in this world filled with malice!

This is so weird.

Within the embryonic world filled with decay and death, the foundation for the creation of images is surprisingly vibrant life.

Although it was distorted and buried by death energy, its core essence could not deceive his keen insight!
To find Zhan Feng and his group as quickly as possible, making a huge noise would be the best way to guide them.

Further discoveries led Jiang Shu to change his tactics.

He needs a more complete sample.

It cannot be a shattered core remains, nor can it be a shadow soldier of too low a level.

Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Three imposing shadow soldiers rushed in a triangular formation, the leader's aura already reaching the peak of the tenth realm!
It was the one that I had previously perceived as being close to the later stages.

Its body resembles a terrifying giant mantis, with its arms being two enormous bone blades tempered to a dark gold color, which whistled as they were swung.

The other two, also around the middle of the tenth realm, one on the left and one on the right, emitted mental shrieks that disturbed the soul.

A cold glint flashed in Jiang Shu's eyes.

He did not dodge. Facing the double bone blades that were powerful enough to split mountains, he actually lowered his halberd and lowered his waist. He spread his five fingers on his left hand, and his entire arm instantly turned into a deep bronze color. Countless tiny spatial ripples covered his arm as he fiercely met the descending double blades.

Like the resounding boom of a great bell, it echoed through the basin.

The violent impact created a visible shockwave that spread outwards, even instantly blasting away the sticky, dark mud on the ground.

The mantis image at the peak of the tenth realm suddenly shook its arms, and its limbs covered with bony carapaces made a slight cracking sound. Its body was shaken back slightly by the enormous force, and an incredulous fear flashed in its scarlet eye sockets.

The opponent's flesh and blood body could withstand its divine weapon?!
This is the moment!

In the instant of the clash, Jiang Shu silently thrust out his Desolate Star Halberd.

The halberd tip did not pierce the mantis image's head or chest, which seemed to be vital points, but instead seemed to penetrate the barrier of space, hitting the seam where the thickest scales in the center of its abdomen were connected with perfect precision!

Click!

The thick scales that were hit shattered into countless fragments.

However, the tip of the halberd does not contain explosive power sufficient for direct destruction, but rather a spatial confinement power condensed to the extreme.

This power, like a venomous snake, instantly burrowed into the mantis image's body, ignoring the violent and ferocious evil energy, precisely coiling around and locking itself onto the faint yet stable, strange Daoist node hidden deep within its energy core.

It was that core that radiated a faint vitality and structural power.

This is a precise "point-to-point" locking mechanism based on the spatial law.

It is also the terrifying control power brought about by the spatial imprint after the previously repaired Desolate Star Halberd was enhanced.

"Roar!"

The mantis image emitted an unprecedented howl filled with pain and fear.

Its massive body seemed to lose its support in an instant, its violent power, agile movements, and keen intelligence all seemingly stripped of their backbone, collapsing with a deafening roar.

Its massive body trembled violently like a leaf, and the previously orderly flow of foul energy within it instantly went out of control and surged wildly. Countless pustules swelled up under its skin, threatening to burst and kill it at any moment.

The two sharp bone blades also hung limply.

Its very foundation was instantly nailed down and frozen.

The other two shadow soldiers, who were about to pounce, were startled by this sudden turn of events.

Jiang Shu didn't even look at them.

He moved swiftly, dodging several hasty attacks from the side. His Desolate Star Halberd transformed into several streaks of light, like several strong ropes, firmly binding the Mantis Shadow Soldiers who had already lost the ability to resist.

The spatial runes on the halberd lit up, forming a temporary imprisonment cage that trapped the struggling and roaring shadow soldiers who were powerless to break free.

After doing all this, Jiang Shu turned to face the other images that had surrounded him, filled with astonishment and uncertainty.

His aura suddenly surged, and the Desolate Star Halberd emitted a deep dragon roar that reverberated throughout the entire basin, carrying a fierce will that could pierce through all space and shatter all things.

In an instant, a tremendous force, carrying the pressure of space and the murderous aura of bloodshed, swept out like a tangible shockwave.

Pfft!
Those Shadow Soldiers at the early or mid-stages of the tenth realm were shaken to their core by this furious roar imbued with the majesty of dual laws. As if struck by a heavy blow, they staggered backward, their eyes flashing with fear and crimson light. (End of Chapter)