Heavenly Official Sends Evil

Chapter 810: Like crushing ants
boom!
A massive hand slammed onto the platform of the skirt, causing mist to surge where the hand landed.

Amidst the churning mist, Wu Xian stood up, staring intently at the enormous giant in the fog.

Despite the thick fog surrounding them, reducing visibility to only three or four meters, Wu Xian was strangely able to make out the outline of the fog giant.

The giant's body was enormous, as if one were facing not a living being, but a humanoid building. Its body was shrouded in a mist that burned and rose like flames, but apart from its eyes, no details of its body could be seen.

That one eye was even stranger.

Like a rift leading to another world, at first glance it looks like a deep purple vortex, then like a deep green raging wave, sometimes like the changing aurora borealis, sometimes like colorful ink stains.

Each time you look away and then look back, what you see is completely different, but no matter what it looks like, it is the same hazy and illusory feeling, as if it wants to suck your consciousness in.

After its first attack failed, the giant stopped, its eerie single eye gazing into the distance.

Wu Xian followed his gaze and saw a faint golden light shimmering behind him.

That's Hawke's [clairvoyance]!
The kin are watching this battle through Hawke's eyes!

The giant withdrew his gaze, then without hesitation, raised his hand and swept it across Wu Xian, showing no intention of communicating with him.

Wu Xian quickly retreated, getting out of the attack range before the giant hand could reach him. His hair was whipped about wildly by the wind whipped up by the giant hand, and he let out a cry of surprise:
"so slow!"

Yes, the giants move very slowly.

This is why Wu Xian was able to detect the giant's appearance and avoid his first attack.

The giant's attack did not stop.

After the sweeping attack comes a straight punch, a clenched fist, and a rapid series of shots...

The giant's slowness is not slowness in the conventional sense.

In reality, his punching speed far exceeded Wu Xian's movement speed, and his power was even more astonishing. Each punch was accompanied by mist, crushing down like a road roller.

However, its enormous size gave it a longer attack range, allowing Wu Xian enough time to dodge each attack.

The two fought like players battling a giant boss in an action game, maneuvering in a confined space and around the giant's arms.

On his third entry into the Mystery Tower, Wu Xian was frightened by the fog giant.

Therefore, he actually harbored a deep fear of the fog giant.

After dodging several attacks, Wu Xian began to dispel the illusion of the giant in the mist and gradually regained his confidence.

"If that's all he's capable of... I can take him down by myself!"

Wu Xian took a deep breath, his eyes flashing with a fierce light.

Seeing the giant clap his hands down again, he took a sharp step back to avoid the attack. Once the arm landed on the ground, he swung the Heavenly Slaughter Axe down swiftly.

The moment the axe fell, the blade drew a bright blue arc, followed by the appearance of a crescent moon with a diameter of three meters!

The crescent moon seemed to tear the air apart, and the craters on the lunar surface could even be clearly seen on the semi-circular blade of light. Part of the crescent moon was deeply embedded in the giant's arm, severing his wrist in half, and blood, like mist, gushed out as if it were free.

This is Wu Xian's 'Crescent Slash' released by consuming one Crescent Mark!
At this point, only two full moon marks remained on the back of Wu Xian's hand.

Wu Xian shook off the blood from his axe and, while he could still feel it, mentally assessed the power of the crescent slash.

"Judging from the feel, the destructive power of the Crescent Slash is comparable to that of a single rare spell."

"The power of Crescent Slash is actually slightly stronger than a single ordinary-grade spell... Based on this ratio, the power of Full Moon Slash should be slightly weaker than a single immortal-grade spell."

"It's already worth it to acquire such martial power through the blessing, but this is because of the special nature of the Dreamland. If it were a normal blessed land, I would have a hard time getting the Full Moon Slash."

After writhing and groaning in pain, the giant released his wrist and extended his hand towards Wu Xian again. Wu Xian's gaze narrowed slightly:

"His wrist actually recovered?"

"It seems the best way to kill him is to strike him dead in one blow. Cutting his neck with a full moon slash should work."

Wu Xian then kept his eyes fixed on the giant, waiting for his next attack.

But this time, the giant simply raised his hand and pointed his index finger at Wu Xian. His finger turned into a cone shape, becoming increasingly pointed, and eventually transformed into a structure resembling a medieval lance, two or three meters long.

"Are you trying to stab me to death?"

"It seems that the blow just now hurt him, so he dares not let his arm into my attack range again."

"But given his speed and the fact that his attacks are limited to a small area, it's even harder for him to reach me. So there must be something fishy about this move!"

Wu Xian's body was tense with alertness, as if he could spring away in any direction at any moment, while the giant slowly extended his finger toward Wu Xian.

Just as Wu Xian was about to jump up, his chest was pierced by fingers that looked like lances.

Pfft, pfft!

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Wu Xian coughed violently as the long spear was slowly pulled from his chest, leaving a deep, penetrating wound that was thicker at the front and thinner at the back.

Blood was gushing from his wounds and mouth, and his heart had been pierced; the excruciating pain felt like a string of firecrackers going off in his head.

But Wu Xian did not die.

He has the potential to be "naturally tough". When this potential is activated, his companions can survive for an additional five minutes if they suffer non-fatal brain injuries.

Even though he survived, Wu Xian still couldn't understand how he had been infected.

"What just happened?"

"He was still slow, he didn't suddenly speed up, I had plenty of time to dodge, so why was I suddenly stabbed?"

Even after piercing Wu Xian's chest, the giant in the mist showed no intention of communicating with Wu Xian, and its attack did not stop.

The giant raised its enormous hand and, just like in the first attack, reached out to grab Wu Xian.

This time, his hands were still not fast, even slower than before, moving as slowly as a snail.

Wu Xian coughed up a piece of internal organ and immediately ran towards the place where the 'Bottle of Pleasure' was placed, determined to ignite it before he suffered a second fatal injury.

But something that puzzled Wu Xian happened again.

He was only a few meters away from the Bottle of Pleasure, and his hand was moving very slowly; normally, there would have been plenty of time.

But even with all his strength, Wu Xian couldn't run those mere few meters.

It was like he was running a marathon, running until his muscles ached and his lungs felt like they were about to burst, but he still couldn't reach the bottle that was so close.

The large, slow hand easily slapped Wu Xian, then pressed him to the ground. Not satisfied with just pressing him to the ground, it ground him down a few more times.

Even if Wu Xianyou had naturally thick skin, he would surely be shattered to pieces and unable to survive this attack.

But just as the giant was about to raise his hand, thick black smoke suddenly billowed out from beneath it...

(End of this chapter)