Infinite Terror: Infinite Reversal

Chapter 166 Connection
Zheng Zha felt relieved that he was in the Red Lotus Transformation state. Although he was hit hard by an unexpected attack, he was still alive.

It seems that Cthulhu's mental power is still not to be underestimated... Zheng Zha had already witnessed Zhan Lan's mental power and had also heard Mu Xiang say that the value of Zhan Lan's enhanced mental power had reached the point where she could make bricks fly.

However, it was only when facing Cthulhu, who was stronger than a legendary being, that Zheng Zha truly experienced the terror of high-level mental attacks. While Zhan Lan's mental strength was indeed high, it paled in comparison to this being.

Zhan Lan's mental strength was far superior to both Zheng Zha and Mu Xiang's, but to truly influence them was a pipe dream, and there was even a risk of backlash. This was the difference in their cultivation levels.

However, Cthulhu's psychic power managed to envelop and imprison Zheng Zha's will without his awareness. Caught off guard, Zheng Zha was tricked at the crucial moment. In that instant, the connection between Zheng Zha's mind and body was directly severed by Cthulhu's psychic power.

If his mental strength were any weaker, he would probably have been captured by Cthulhu directly; Zheng Zha, though not falling into that situation, was held back for a split second at the critical moment. In battles of this level, a single instant is enough to completely reverse the tide of battle.

At that time, the protection of the red flames was just an automatic reaction of energy and did not have a real effect... What allowed Zheng Zha to survive was the Red Lotus Transformation that he had activated long ago.

To Zheng Zha's surprise, the red flames had no effect on mental attacks... perhaps because the opponent was at a higher level.

Judging from Zheng Zha's perception of the Red Flame, it has gone far beyond being "particularly effective against spirits." Its previous demon-dispelling effects were all manifestations of his own energy interference. Logically, since spiritual energy is also a type of energy, the possibility of interference should exist.

"Could it be that my crimson flames haven't yet reached the spiritual level?"

The thought suddenly flashed through Zheng Zha's mind. He then reached out and pushed up his empty nose, shifting his feet to avoid a wave rising from the green arm. This was Cthulhu's last stand, and Zheng Zha successfully leaped towards its head…

On one side was a colossal ancient god with writhing green tentacles, emitting all sorts of chaotic and polluting noises; on the other side was Zheng Zha, who emerged from the stream of fire, with outstretched wings, three heads and six arms, and swarming with massive amounts of red flames.

Zheng Zha's figure was extremely small, but amidst the crimson flames that pressed down on the sky and sea, his attack was incredibly powerful!

Layers upon layers of spiritual energy manifested in a form visible to the naked eye, but the crimson flames and dark red energy surged against this barrier, only to vanish without a trace.

Zheng Zha was slightly startled. After his energy surged forward, he couldn't sense the crimson flames that had entered it for a moment. The layers of spiritual energy were almost tangible; Zheng Zha could sense its presence, and the crimson flames clashed with it, but he still couldn't break through.

This felt like hitting cotton, and he immediately prepared to create distance. Just then, the feeling of his mind being bound returned, but Zheng Zha snorted coldly and withdrew all the red flames around him.

His physical body was severed again, preventing him from dodging. But this time, all the vampire energy was circulating in the form of Burning Night. Unlike the previous complete loss of control, this time Zheng Zha was struck by two giant claws, but he only spat out a thick mist that resembled blood and fire, and his body remained intact.

At the same time, the vampire energy, carrying the force of the attack, erupted simultaneously to both sides. Dark red fire serpents spewed out for hundreds of meters on either side of Zheng Zha, forcing Cthulhu's hands away.

It doesn't seem to be able to condense spiritual energy into a tangible defense everywhere, but the previous defense on its head really surprised Zheng Zha.

This form reminded Zheng Zha of telekinesis... Is this some kind of coincidence, or is there really some connection?
Telekinesis... thought, mental movement... and there seems to be some conceptual overlap with spirit. Although Zheng Zha would gain more insights by simulating Mu Xiang's thinking, now is clearly not the right time to think about these things.

So Zheng Zha immediately suppressed this question and planned to ask Mu Xiang later.

After forcing Cthulhu to retreat, Zheng Zha had a thought, and a burst of black flames ignited from Cthulhu's shoulders and neck, then burned towards its head, forcing out layers of barriers.

This was Zheng Zha buying himself time, so he used the highest quality red flame right from the start.

Now there's no question of saving or not saving anymore. At Zheng Zha's level, it's impossible to be exhausted by just playing around... Regardless of whether each other is clear-headed or confused, what the form of power is, or who is stronger or weaker, the unwavering logic is to use power where it's most needed.

Going even further, unleash a fatal blow with all your might, enough to exhaust yourself and kill your opponent!
The crimson flames still danced and swirled on the sea… As one monster after another was incinerated to ashes, the crimson flames, operating according to some kind of rhythm, grew increasingly ferocious. Below, the fanatical Starkin and Deep Ones relentlessly plunged into the crimson flames, only to be burned to nothingness, yet they never stopped. This was their only way of participating in the divine war! Dagon and Hydra couldn't break through the crimson flames' defenses; instead, they were burned more and more horribly… but they too did not cease, summoning countless Cthulhu's children from the seabed and the city walls with a bizarre dance. This is much what is meant by an old fish leaping over a wave.

Zheng Zha was fast enough, but Cthulhu was definitely not slow either... Dark, greasy, gel-like green arms waved across the sea, with psychic energy manifesting in the space from time to time. All of this was to stop Zheng Zha... to stop the crimson streaks of light swirling between the sea and the sky.

As the battle continued, Zheng Zha's crimson flames would occasionally collide with spiritual energy, erupting in the air with blood-red sparks and spatial distortion-like ripples.

But a cold smile crept across Zheng Zha's lips... This was exactly what he wanted. Although he hadn't yet fully grasped the underlying reasons, through numerous clashes, the vampire energy had become familiar with its characteristics. If Zheng Zha could clearly analyze how the vampire energy manifested in these clashes, it would be an immense benefit to him.

By then, Zheng Zha might be able to understand the mysteries of energy and spirit, and apply these principles to his own use of vampire energy.

"It should be enough..." Zheng Zha watched as the three black lines pierced through the barrier on Cthulhu's face, went straight into its body, and then burst out into three balls of black flames, and couldn't help but speak. In his perception, the red flames would no longer disappear into thin air like before. Even though they were partially blocked by Cthulhu's mental energy, Zheng Zha could still control these red flames with his mind.

Zheng Zha roared, and a torrent of crimson flames immediately spewed from his mouth. His wings were covered in crimson flames, and with each flap, they attracted all the crimson flames between the sea and sky. Four dark red streams of energy merged with Zheng Zha's arms, but instead of rotating in opposite directions, they suddenly spread out with a wave of Zheng Zha's hand, surrounding him and creating a dark red vortex.

Drawn together by the dark red cyclone and bat wings, the flames in the sky and sea gradually converged and then surged toward Zheng Zha.

The instant the crimson flames were withdrawn, the obstacle before the Star Familiars and the Deep Ones vanished... They let out shrill cheers, trampling and tearing at each other, instantly erecting a pyramid. Their sheer numbers and speed caused the pyramid to grow ever taller, pointing madly towards the sky.

This scene of blasphemy and filth somehow exudes a solemnity akin to the Tower of Babel.

Dagon and Hydra let out joyful and urgent cries, rising up on the waves, their sharp claws slicing across the backs of Cthulhu’s people, rushing toward the top of the tower and toward the sky at incredible speed.

The battle of the gods has reached its final moment; they must go!
Every now and then, the backs of Deep Ones and Star Families would be torn apart, or they would be trampled and pulled off balance, falling into the sea below... No, no matter the height, there would be no sea below, only the tide of their kin. Those who fell would crash into the waves of their kin, instantly torn to pieces by the waving limbs.

High in the sky, layers upon layers of spiritual energy had formed a tangible storm. Within this storm, countless chaotic sounds echoed, seemingly the whispers of believers, or perhaps divine pronouncements from the heavens. The already gloomy sky, isolated by the spiritual energy storm, seemed to press down upon the world. Below, stood Cthulhu, his body reaching to the heavens and the earth.

And... a crimson flame, condensed and contracted to its extreme. Within the crimson flame, a dark red vortex drew everything in, confining the intense heat capable of incinerating everything in the mortal world. This sea of ​​crimson flame stretched across the sky, its terrifying power palpable even at a glance. The turbulent seawater below, though roaring, could not drown out this boundless crimson flame... At this moment, the crimson flame was truly the sea.

Within the dark red vortex, streams of dark red energy lifted a figure upwards… It was Zheng Zha. His body had now transformed into a dark red completely identical to the crimson flames, and the two balls of crimson flame on his shoulders seemed to have truly become his two heads, each brimming with fighting spirit and murderous intent. Four more streams of dark red energy emanated from Zheng Zha's arms, forming six arms of varying shapes, yet subtly aligned by some unspoken pattern.

Zheng Zha slowly raised his right hand, and then spread out his other five arms, as if it were a red lotus, with its heart pointing to the sky and its five petals guarding it... except that in the middle of his right hand, there was already surging blackness.

His movements were slow, but the entire sea of ​​fire rose upwards at an extremely fast speed.

Layer upon layer of spiritual energy swirled and pressed down, together with two thick and majestic arms and two sky-covering claws, covering Zheng Zha.

Zheng Zha was like a red lotus blooming in a sea of ​​fire, taking the lead in ascending to the sky.

“…Piercing through the clouds!” It was a whisper, yet it resounded throughout the sky and the sea.

The next moment, the sky met the sea.

(End of this chapter)