In Zhu Xian, people start to rise from plundering entries

On the other side of the battlefield, an unusual stillness permeated the air.

The broken black obelisk, like the remains of a dying behemoth, lay diagonally in the ground. Thick, ink-like foul energy flowed from the depths of the obelisk, gathering into a gurgling black tide in the ravines of the earth.

This foul power, like a thick, living slurry, spread among the broken walls and ruins, silently eroding the already fragile spatial barriers.

Su Han stood at the center of this distorted scene.

The last embers of fire within his body, burning to their fullest extent and enough to consume his own life essence, were ultimately locked within the palm-sized area of ​​his chest by his powerful will.

Deep within his heart, a furnace, brimming with all his strength, determination, and sacrifice, was trembling violently, its energy so immense it threatened to burst through his already strained body.

However, the price was also clearly visible—from the core of his heart flame outwards, his entire upper body, and even his shoulders and arms, had turned into a translucent pale golden crystal.

These crystals appear to be hard and immortal, yet every tiny edge is covered with extremely fine blood vessels. These blood vessels intertwine and flow, forming a bizarre scene that is on the verge of collapse but is forcibly frozen in place.

The vitality of human life, the warmth of blood, is being slowly replaced and frozen by this cold, crystalline structure.

His opponents were just ahead. Three Crystal Skeleton Warriors, once considered powerful, had now been completely twisted into puppets of the filthy black tide released by the obelisk.

Their massive crystalline bodies were also covered with a greasy, dark red sheen, as if they had just crawled out of the depths of a filthy swamp.

The previously discernible humanoid structure is further collapsing and mutating, with crystalline skeletons piercing the body surface and growing more and sharper, ferocious spikes at the joints.

The cores pulsating within their chests no longer shimmer with the light of power, but instead become filthy spots of light, like worms at the bottom of a swamp. Each throbbing pulls at the black tide on the ground, causing it to ripple slightly and utter a viscous gurgling sound.

The empty eye sockets were fixed on Su Han, and on the pale golden flames pulsating around his heart, which were as blinding as poison to them.

They are the remnants of dead stars, yet this filthy power has awakened their purest and most greedy destructive instincts—to devour Su Han, to devour his last embers!

That hunger for its target, like a tangible icicle, pierced through the brief stillness.

"Heh—!"

There was no roar of human language, only the piercing shriek of crystal friction and the energy surge compressing the air! The alien warrior on the left moved!

Its massive body showed no clumsiness whatsoever. Several lower limbs, entirely composed of twisted crystal spikes, plunged into the filthy black tide beneath it. With a "bang," the black tide exploded, and its body shot out like an arrow! Its speed was so fast that, enveloped in the dark red filthy energy, it left only a scarlet afterimage. And its target was none other than Su Han's head!
During the charge, its incredibly thick left arm suddenly rose.

The largest dark red crystal spike on the forearm burst forth with dangerous blood light, and the black lines flowing within the crystal suddenly converged here, the energy highly condensed!

The crystal spike resembled a lit, blood-red lamppost, its tip even turning slightly white due to energy overload!
The air was forcibly torn apart and compressed along its trajectory, forming a suffocating leading shock wave that blasted towards Su Han's face first!
Su Han's body seemed to have merged into this filthy space.

The immense wind pressure ruffled his semi-crystalline forehead hair, revealing a pair of eyes burning with pure fighting spirit, devoid of any fear.

Deep within his pupils, there was only that rapidly enlarging "blood-burning spear" carrying an aura of destruction.

Time seemed to stretch out infinitely in his perception.

He could even "see" the tiny spatial ripples at the tip of the spear, which were spinning and evaporating rapidly due to compressed energy.

In the one-hundredth of a second before the crimson afterimage collided with him—

"Buzz!"

The muscle on Su Han's right shoulder, covered with pale golden crystals, clenched violently! The crystals covering his right fist, forearm, and most of his upper arm instantly erupted with golden light far exceeding that of other parts of his body!
It wasn't a round ball of light, but rather a blade formed from the extreme compression of a will and power forged through countless trials!
His fist was the hilt of a sword, and his arm was the spine! He transformed into a pure gold sword, poised to pierce the darkness!

Don’t retreat but advance!

Su Han's waist, hips, and leg muscles exploded with a roar! The remaining, uncrystallized leg muscles unleashed their last bit of human power.

The ground beneath his right foot cracked and sank!

He charged forward like a streak of pale golden lightning, without flinching or dodging the crimson afterimage that tore through the air!
The distance is reduced to zero in an instant.

Just before the burning blood spear pierced his skull, Su Han's right fist, which had completely transformed into a prismatic crystal and was shining with a dazzling sharp light, broke through the surface with a single point!

The sword pierced—through the heart! (End of Chapter)