Infinite Terror: Infinite Reversal

Chapter 386 Face

As the purple-gold lightning roared and crashed into the sword energy, Mu Xiang's figure flashed and disappeared into the space where the lightning spread. He didn't have any spatial abilities; it was just a visual effect produced by his excessive speed.

Beneath the massive pillar of lightning, the soaring sword energy appeared considerably thinner. There were too many gaps between the golden blade light and the sword energy, allowing the lightning to naturally seep in. To an outsider, this would merely appear as a collision of energy; but to Mu Xiang, it provided far too much room for manipulation.

He knew that his ability to perceive subtle energy... was still usable.

The Kryptonian energy that Ji Yue unleashed seemed to have detached, but he could still control it; otherwise, how could he demonstrate the strength of a fourth-order microscopic master?

Seemingly manipulated by an unseen hand, the sword and blade energy naturally slid away upon contact with the penetrating lightning, then surged upwards. In reality, they didn't directly collide with the outer force of the Purple-Gold Heavenly Lightning... but instead rushed directly towards its core!

The earth-shattering collision was actually the sword light and energy directly penetrating the core of the lightning pillar, annihilating it from its source.

The lightning emanating from the sword's gleam hadn't even had a chance to spread before it was intercepted by the gleaming golden blade. Then, golden lightning appeared on the blade, naturally merging into the descending lightning, completely erasing the remaining connection between the longsword above and the lightning.

"Interesting, it's mine now." Mu Xiang muttered to himself, but the loud noise above made it impossible for him to hear... Even if Li Xiaoyi had heard it, there was nothing he could have done to stop it.

Blinding lightning danced above the clear moon, sometimes close, sometimes far, displaying both golden brilliance and blazing white light. These intertwined flashes of lightning were not dazzling, at least not as eye-catching as the collision overhead, but an extremely powerful and terrifying aura rose from the blades and the lightning.

The sword light and energy overhead slowed down, then suddenly intensified, cutting through the air with a sharp whistling sound, as if they were all clashing against each other. But amidst this chaotic cutting, the target remained unchanged... the purple-gold heavenly lightning condensed by the Lightning-Drawing Technique was frantically disintegrating. The vast majority of its power was forced out by the cutting below, leaving insufficient effective force!

Forced to erupt outwards, the lightning swept outwards, making it impossible for Li Xiaoyi and Peng Qiu to see what was happening inside. However, when Peng Qiu focused his mind on the formation, he could sense the abnormal distribution of energy.

"The Purple-Gold Heavenly Lightning didn't hit him head-on at all... its destructive power was completely lost!" Peng Qiu said weakly.

Li Xiaoyi's face hardened, and he swooped down into the sea of ​​blood. His Bieyun Sword plunged into the blood, drawing up massive amounts of blood like a dragon sucking water, before it seeped into his body. Strangely, his body didn't expand; instead, a phantom behind him began to grow larger.

That was the phantom of the Netherworld Blood Demon, who was most compatible with the Netherworld Blood Sea Formation and was manifested once more, becoming increasingly solid. In his hand appeared the shadow of a celestial sword. Although it was only a shadow, its sharp aura was even more striking than that of the Netherworld Blood Demon's phantom.

The hilt of this immortal sword resembled a dragon, with a long nose at the front. Its shape was strange and ancient, and its dazzling light shone like purple lightning. Amidst the roars of Li Xiaoyi and the Blood Demon of the Nether Spring, the most obvious change was seen in this sword.

Peng Qiu, behind him, rapidly changed hand seals, coordinating the formation with Li Xiaoyi's power. The immortal sword materialized using the Netherworld Blood Sea Formation was none other than the Purple and Green Twin Swords, one of the Shu Mountain's most precious treasures, the Purple Ying Sword. As blood and true essence surged in, Li Xiaoyi no longer needed to fear the power of the Purple-Gold Heavenly Thunder. He took a step forward and slashed the Bye-Yun Sword at his left wrist.

A purplish-black blood-like aura surged out, its gushing form making it unclear whether it was real blood or energy... After the sword strike, the left wrist drooped down, and the short blade held in the left hand immediately transformed into dark flames, flowing into the wound.

The power of the Netherworld Blood Demon and the Purple Ying Sword ceased to expand, and the excess blood poured towards Li Xiaoyi, then was guided by the purplish-black blood. As the blood surged, Li Xiaoyi's body was gradually enveloped in black mist, appearing at first glance as if a dark realm was unfolding around him.

No, it was his body that began to dissipate into black mist!
The vast expanse of lightning above began to weaken, while the power below grew stronger. Mu Xiang's figure emerged from the lightning, streaks of lightning spreading from his blade to his right shoulder, yet his clothes remained completely undamaged.

Mu Xiang held Ji Yue upside down, his gaze fixed on the eighteen satellites above his head, still flashing with electronic runes: "Lightning... I'll return it!"

Of course, no one present understood the joke, and even if Li Xiaoyi did, he wouldn't answer... A roar came from within the black mist, and a giant blade, resembling both a knife and a sword, appeared, then slashed downwards furiously. Accompanying this strike, the immortal sword in the blood-red phantom's hand also cleaved straight down, its sharp edge seemingly obliterating even wind and thunder!

"Purple Ying Sword, draw!"

"Mind's Eye... The Great Dark Heaven!"

A burst of lightning, a mixture of gold and blazing white, erupted from a single slash, soaring upwards, sweeping past the black mist formed by Li Xiaoyi, past the Purple Ying Sword of the Netherworld Blood Demon, past Peng Qiu hidden within the array and the dark realm, and directly enveloping the eighteen satellites. Electricity surged within this simulated cultivation-themed mechanical technology creation, obliterating them.

Only then did Mu Xiang look at Li Xiaoyi... the Purple Ying Sword behind him.

"You should be glad my teammates aren't around, otherwise I would have crippled you to make sure they're safe," Mu Xiang said calmly. Even now, he hadn't unlocked the fourth-tier gene lock, and Ji Yue, wrapped in golden light, rose up and blocked the Purple Ying Sword.

In the instant the swords clashed, an almost tangible aura erupted from Mu Xiang's body. It was the protective force field of the Seven Killers, which was now fluctuating wildly and expanding outward, directly blasting away the falling black mist.

The Purple Ying Sword arrived. Mu Xiang knew that according to the current setting, its true form might be an innate spiritual treasure, but it was unlikely that Shu Mountain would give an innate spiritual treasure to a reincarnator... However, when the sword's sharpness erupted, Mu Xiang was still slightly surprised. His arm sank downwards, and then energy surged, forcibly lifting Ji Yue up.

After the black mist was propelled into the sky by an invisible force field, Li Xiaoyi's figure emerged from it with a violent tremor. He spat out a mouthful of blood and roared furiously, "What the hell is your bloodline?! How can you be so tough?!"

"Want to be as tough as me? Join the Fighting Aura Werewolf!" Mu Xiang shouted back.

The next moment, blinding golden light surged up from below, like a tidal wave crashing back, accompanied by moonlight, directly deflecting the Purple Ying Sword. The immortal sword trembled upwards, but the phantom of the Netherworld Blood Demon did not retreat, only thinning out. As his figure blurred, more power flowed into the immortal sword.

Mu Xiang sheathed his sword, golden ripples emanating from his left hand and boundless sword energy from his right. The two clashed, creating a surge of powerful energy. [Holding the Candle… no need to hold back now, just shatter the Purple Ying Sword directly.]

Just as he was radiating golden light and about to punch the phantom of the Purple Ying Sword, a beam of multicolored light descended from the sky and struck him directly on the back.

Golden light and multicolored rays collided, their auras intertwining, creating ripples in the air. Peng Qiu intervened, pulling Li Xiaoyi back. To their surprise, after the collision, the incomparably powerful golden light was actually suppressed!
The Purple Ying Sword slashed down at that moment. Although it had exhausted all its power and shattered in mid-air, it still struck him squarely on the head.

As the light faded, Mu Xiang stood silently in place, then looked up at the sky: "Use this method?" A terrifying crack appeared on his forehead, and a large hole appeared in his chest, which had come through from behind.

Li Xiaoyi laughed loudly: "I told you you would pay the price for your carelessness! Did you think we couldn't do anything to you... You'll become nourishment for the Netherworld Blood Sea Formation. When your teammates are devoured, they'll thank you!"

As he spoke, the blood below roared and boiled, and endless stench and resentment threatened to engulf Mu Xiang.

Upon hearing the telepathic message from Zhan Lan and the others, Mu Xiang laughed and said, "You're destined to lose this round!"

Li Xiaoyi sneered: "Have you lost your mind?"

“It’s time to use the fourth-order gene lock… I was worried that you could really threaten my mind and make me reveal a weakness.” Mu Xiang smiled and shook his head, then reached out and touched the crack on his forehead.

Just as Li Xiaoyi thought he was about to use the fourth-tier gene lock to forcibly overdraw his life force to repair his injuries, golden light began to emanate from the cracks, which grew larger and larger, eventually tearing his entire face apart. At the same time, a completely different aura erupted from his body.

This wasn't what shocked Li Xiaoyi the most... to be honest, it was fear.

As Mu Xiang's face tore and peeled away, the surrounding sea of ​​blood roared even more violently... but this upheaval of the sea of ​​blood had nothing to do with Li Xiaoyi and Peng Qiu!
On the other side, the two Zheng Zhas struggled for a while before collapsing to the ground. Black energy slowly seeped out from the clone Zheng Zha's body, and the flaws in his mind were widening to the extreme. If not exposed, the two minds, which originated from the same source, might forcibly merge... This was a convergence of the dark sides, truly a case of going down the same path.

Zheng Zha was also filled with confusion. His ego seemed to be trapped inside, unable to answer or escape... But no black energy appeared on his body. He just felt that all his power was starting to drift away, and even the part of his ability that he had previously retained was slowly peeling away.

"You're really ruthless to yourself... If I hadn't carefully distinguished the spiritual entities, I would have been fooled too." Zhang Jie's voice rang out, a voice that appeared directly in Zheng Zha's mind, like a heavenly sound from another world, abruptly halting Zheng Zha's chaotic state.

Behind him, Liu Xi stood high in the sky, supported by an invisible telekinetic force. She glanced at the two Zheng Zha lying on the ground and sighed inwardly.

The moment the ethereal connection was reconnected, her computing power surged once more. Her gaze swept across the city below, and countless concrete and abstract data surfaced. With a thought, skyscrapers rose from the ground. The gravitational pull on these buildings seemed to be suddenly reversed, causing them to soar upwards; then, as if an invisible force pushed them, they shot southwards.

As the vast spiritual energy swept over their spiritual bodies, both Zheng Zha and his clone awoke from their extremely dangerous state.

“Zhang Jie…?” The clone Zheng Zha’s eyes were lifeless; his mind had not yet fully recovered.

Zheng Zha silently gave Zhang Jie a thumbs up, then looked at the clone of Zheng Zha opposite him.

"They used their attention to get this opportunity... Although they went all out and were willing to sacrifice your captain, you still failed. I wonder if you can call this shooting yourself in the foot?" Zheng Zha said with some sarcasm, but he was looking at Chu Xuan's blood-red phantom as he spoke.

The clone of Chu Xuan's voice rang out: "So your plan... was indeed to have your teammates draw fire?"

Zheng Zha touched the bridge of his nose: "That's right... Otherwise, how could I have let one of your fourth-tier combatants be captured directly? Although Zhao Zhuikong can't threaten me, he's very dangerous to the others. It's a pity that all the results you've achieved are what I hoped you would achieve."

"You're more like the one who encountered the misfortune..." the clone Chu Xuan sneered, "But even if you have the ability to orchestrate things, you and your captain still haven't changed the fact at the top."

"We'll talk about what you did to us when we get back to the Main God Space..." The clone Zheng Zha glanced at the clone Chu Xuan's phantom, then his gaze sharpened as he shot at Zheng Zha: "You... you actually used your own teammate as bait?"

"It's not bait, it's just each of us playing our part." Zheng Zha smiled indifferently. "Sacrificing some will allow more of our comrades to survive."

"Stop using Chu Xuan's bullshit logic! If it were me... I'd rather take the blame myself than let someone die for some benefit!" the clone Zheng Zha roared. "How could you do such a thing!"

Zheng Zha shook his head. He glanced at the sky, where the strange aura that had been emanating from the heavens had completely vanished. His previously restrained smile widened, eventually turning into a maniacal laugh.

The Central Continent team did it... and some of his previous doubts were suddenly resolved.

Zheng Zha reached up and touched his face. Red flames spread across his face, burning away his features, and an even stronger aura erupted from it:

"Yes, Zheng Zha wouldn't do that... but Mu Xiang would!"

(End of this chapter)