Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 644 Defeating Chu Xuan! (Seeking monthly votes)
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The clone Zheng Zha looked at the ominous, pitch-black monster that seemed to have crawled out of hell. Its gaping, ferocious mouth and cold, single eye made him feel an unprecedented sense of crisis.

But the violence and shame in his heart instantly overwhelmed his reason.

"Playing tricks!" the clone Zheng Zha roared, his black fleshy wings flapping violently, and terrifying malevolent flames gathered wildly as if they were alive, instantly forming a huge black tornado connecting heaven and earth!

"Liyan·Tornado Sky!"

This time, it's a double whammy of physical and mental torment!

The raging black flames engulfed the spot where Fang Yu stood, and the intense heat, enough to incinerate everything, instantly melted the ground into a glassy state. At the same time, an even more treacherous mental storm directly invaded Fang Yu's sea of ​​consciousness, attempting to drag him into an abyss of despair and pain, and burn his soul!

However, the black-clad ghoul stood in the center of the raging tornado, and the tornado that tore through steel and concrete and distorted reality could not shake him in the slightest; not even the hem of his clothes fluttered.

What horrified the clone Zheng Zha even more was...
Within the realm of the mind lies an endless, dark starry sky!

The clone of Zheng Zha's consciousness was roaring madly, trying to ignite this void with its fiery flames, but at the very moment this thought ignited, a pair of Sharingan eyes, billions of times larger than the planet beneath his feet, burning with the cold flames of the Six Paths, silently opened "above" this starry sky.

There was no anger, no turmoil, only an absolute indifference that looked down upon the dust and pierced the very essence of the soul.

Under that gaze, the fiery flames condensed by the clone Zheng Zha's spiritual body instantly extinguished, as if crushed by the immense power of the universe itself!
A sense of dread and insignificance, originating from the deepest level of life, nearly drove the clone Zheng Zha to a mental breakdown, causing black blood to seep from his seven orifices.

"Impossible!!" The clone Zheng Zha roared like a beast in reality, forcibly severing the mental connection. His immense terror transformed into hysterical madness. "Die! Wrathful Flame - Black Prison Netherworld Path!"

He ripped the space where Fang Yu was with his claws! The space was torn apart like cloth, and a terrifying miniature black hole suddenly took shape, emitting an aura of "end" even purer than that of a tornado!
That profound darkness seemed to connect to the underworld, threatening to devour, decompose, and eternally perish all matter, energy, light, and even time within its range!
Faced with this black hole that devours everything, Fang Yu didn't even bother to look at it.

He simply raised his right hand, which was covered by a thick suit of armor, and snapped his fingers with a crisp sound towards the ever-expanding darkness.

"Click."

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no complex flashing runes.

That miniature black hole, powerful enough to tear apart a fourth-tier expert, was like a core at absolute zero that had been thrown in!
Centered on that snap of the fingers, an irresistible, freezing cold instantly erupted!

Extreme cold waves are not low temperatures in the physical sense, but rather "stagnation" and "freezing" at the level of rules!
In an instant, the expanding black hole was completely enveloped and solidified by a layer of crystal-clear ice that shimmered with a ghostly blue light.

Along with the violent gravitational ripples and the all-consuming aura of the end, everything was frozen in an instant, becoming a bizarre yet beautiful work of art suspended in the center of the battlefield—the "Black Prison Underworld" ice sculpture! Inside the ice crystal, even the vortex patterns formed by the distorted light due to the gravity of the black hole were preserved.

A bone-chilling cold instantly filled the entire area, and the ground within a radius of a kilometer was covered with a thick layer of white frost!

"Ugh—!" The clone Zheng Zha suffered a mental backlash, letting out a painful groan.

This was his trump card, yet it was frozen so easily by the opponent with a snap of his fingers!

Fear finally overwhelmed anger, but the instinct for survival made him make a final struggle.

"Don't underestimate me! Wrathful Flame - Hundred Weapons Tomb!" The clone Zheng roared, squeezing out its last bit of strength!

The remaining fiery wings on his back burned and peeled away violently! Each wisp of black flame transformed into a variety of evil weapons—burning spears, ferocious giant axes, blood-dripping demonic scythes, cursed chain blades. Thousands upon thousands of dark weapons forged from fiery flames and exuding an aura of destruction converged into a moving storm of death weapons, tearing through the air with a resolute determination to perish together, and shooting towards the pitch-black demon god in an overwhelming barrage!

Fang Yu, in his Hell form, coldly watched the impending torrent of weapons through the single eye on his forehead.

The enormous, inhuman-looking mouth suddenly stretched back into an even more ferocious arc.

He opened his mouth.

Deep inside the mouth, there was not flesh and blood, but an absolute darkness compressed to the extreme, seemingly capable of absorbing all light!

There was no sound, no light.

A beam of black light, condensed to its extreme and composed purely of the laws of destruction, silently shot out from his mouth.

This black light, as thin as a hair, revealed its true terror the moment it touched the foremost flaming spear!
Annihilation!

Silent and without a sound, no explosion, no shockwave.

The fiery spear, along with dozens of weapons around it, vanished instantly as if it had never existed in this space-time!

They were not crushed, burned, or frozen, but were completely erased from existence by a rule-based force that transcends the levels of matter and energy!
The black light, like an invisible eraser, swept across reality, and wherever it passed, the storm of destructive weapons formed by the malevolent flames vanished in swathes.

The Hundred Weapons Tomb, symbolizing the terrifying ultimate move of the clone Zheng Zha's desperate counterattack, couldn't even withstand the destructive black light that devoured everything for a second, and vanished like a soap bubble in the sunlight!
"No—!!!" The clone Zheng Zha roared in despair. The weakness from exhaustion and the feeling of facing ultimate despair made his body hunch over.

However, in that very instant!
A complex magic array silently appeared beneath Fang Yu's feet! Spatial energy fluctuated violently, and several dark golden chains made of pure magical energy instantly burst from the ground, coiling around Fang Yu's legs and waist like giant pythons. The surface of the chains shimmered with runes that suppressed space and energy!

Chu Xuan's trap has finally been set! A crazed light flashed in the eyes of the clone Zheng Zha—this was his only chance!
"A good opportunity!!" He squeezed out his last bit of strength, flapped his black wings, and transformed into a streak of black flames, rushing towards Fang Yu, who was briefly bound by chains, with his arms outstretched, ready to use the remaining malevolent flames to lock down this terrifying opponent!

Faced with the powerful binding magic circle that suddenly appeared beneath his feet and the clone Zheng Zha rushing towards him, Fang Yu in his ghoul form seemed unable to even make a move.

The six tomoe in his single eye on his forehead didn't even move; instead, a low, mocking snort emanated from his gaping, terrifying maw.

"A thousand pounds of force can suppress a skillful technique."

"Strategy?"

"It's ridiculous!"

(End of this chapter)