Infinite Terror: Infinite Reversal

Chapter 411 Pleasure
Once the Blood Soul Miro was fully unleashed, Zheng Zha actually broke free from his berserk state... This was the most shocking thing for Mu Xiang and Zhang Jie; this guy's progress was just too fast.

Amidst the swirling black flames and blood, Zheng Zha felt his consciousness dissipate. This was an even more wondrous sensation than transforming into crimson flames. If before he could control energy and interfere with the entire space with his thoughts, then at this moment his consciousness truly seemed to be omnipresent.

Every wisp of black flame could be him, every drop of blood could help him... Even the wailing and resentment that would shake the minds of a fourth-tier expert were subdued by Zheng Zha's consciousness.

Zheng Zha knew he was going to win. His clone was also at the early stage of the fourth rank, and in terms of progress towards the middle stage of the fourth rank, he was not even as good as Mu Xiang... The reason he could unleash power beyond the early stage of the fourth rank was mainly due to his completely unreasonable blazing white heart, which constantly purified and provided counteracting energy.

Zheng Zha had already taken the lead and reached the edge of the intermediate fourth tier... This was due to the convenience of his chosen path, as well as the deep spiritual guidance he received under Zhang Jie's protection.

But he felt little joy. He saw through the clone Zheng Zha's weakness, yet he didn't want to kill him outright. The power Zheng Zha possessed now intoxicated him, and he only wanted to squander it recklessly.

As for the Demon Team's defeat... and the Central Continent Team's predicament... they were all irrelevant to him. Only power, only his newly acquired, uncontrollable power, was worth his attention!
That's it!

Zheng Zha forgot what Mu Xiang and Zhang Jie had told him... Reaching the intermediate level of the fourth stage isn't actually that difficult. But the question is, who exactly reached that level?

Is it yourself, or something else that wears your skin but actually comes from deeper darkness?
Zheng Zha forgot all of that; his mind was scattered amidst the raging black flames. Hearing the countless wailing cries of resentment and the explosive sounds emanating from his clone's body, Zheng Zha only wanted to burst into laughter. Every wisp of black flame pulsed joyfully, seemingly cheering Zheng Zha on. With each pulse, the blood permeating the black flames and air grew thicker, and the wailing became even more piercing.

Zheng Zha felt as if he were standing at a higher vantage point, looking down upon everything within the black flames... No matter the speed or size, no movement of the clone Zheng Zha could escape his notice. He could observe the clone Zheng Zha from countless angles simultaneously, observing this man who was almost identical to himself.

Those scars on my face... I don't like them, so let them disappear.

With a thought, black flames ignited on the scars on the face of the clone Zheng Zha without any warning... Before the clone Zheng Zha could feel the burning pain, the Heart of Blazing Light erupted, and the blazing white light almost instantly covered his face. Strands of black flames were squeezed out, then scattered into black mist, bursting out with howls and screams, before finally disappearing into the Blood Soul Miro.

Several Zheng Zha figures appeared in the air, each one formed from black flames and blood. They didn't possess any terrifying fourth-tier power, but they gave the cloned Zheng Zha an extremely strong sense of danger. The cloned Zheng Zha, still in a frenzy, showed a hint of apprehension on his face.

It's like a wild beast encountering a deadly danger...

The clone Zheng Zha reached out with both hands in the air, his hands brimming with black flames that were about to engulf his body. Immediately, blazing light surged from his palms. Instinctively, the clone Zheng Zha flipped his hands, shooting out the orbs of light wrapped in black flames. The two orbs of light collided at a distance and exploded simultaneously, instantly blasting the several Zheng Zha figures formed from black flames and blood into nothingness.

At this moment, something was touched in the hearts of both Zheng Zha and his clone, as if a great path belonging to them was being revealed before them... Unfortunately, one of them was grappling with his inner demons, while the other was caught in a rage for power, so this realization was immediately suppressed.

Zheng Zha's clones were destroyed, but he showed no anger whatsoever... He was no longer capable of such emotions, only indulging in the pleasure of immense power. Every wisp of black flame could be him... Thus, two Zheng Zha appeared behind the clones, exploding the moment they appeared, leaving only two hands wrapped in black flames, which struck the back of the clone Zheng Zha at an extremely fast speed.

The clone Zheng Zha sensed the threat of death. He roared, and the hands that had previously flung out the ball of light had driven away the nearby black flames. Wind and thunder surged forth, and the clone Zheng Zha took a step forward, pressing his hands down in a gesture.

With a deafening roar, the area centered on the clone Zheng Zha was immediately engulfed in thunder and lightning. The fierce winds dispersed the encircling black flames, while bolts of lightning coalesced into massive pillars that mercilessly enveloped the clone Zheng Zha.

The terrifying lightning annihilated the two hands behind him, and the clone Zheng Zha trembled within them, clearly enduring immense pain.

"what!"

The berserk clone Zheng Zha managed to utter a human syllable, but even that roar lacked any semblance of human power. Stimulated by the lightning, the clone's body swelled again, finally transforming into a muscular behemoth. With a clasp of his hands, the space around him trembled violently.

Just then, the black curtain that blotted out the sky fell and slammed heavily onto the clone Zheng Zha. If anyone could see through the black flames, they would realize that this black curtain was merely a scene as seen through the clone Zheng Zha's eyes... its true form was a gigantic foot, much larger than the clone Zheng Zha himself!
A black giant, formed from black flames and filthy blood, stood tall and supported the sky. Black flames were his physical body, and filthy blood was his bloodline... The black giant's features were also pitch black, but upon closer inspection, one would immediately understand that this face belonged to Zheng Zha.

At this moment, Zheng Zha revealed a ferocious smile!

With a loud bang, the previously robust and imposing clone of Zheng Zha was stomped into the ground, and the raging black flames surged into the pit.

If Nochard could see this, he would no longer expect his captain to win... The scales of victory seemed to have tipped completely in favor of Zheng Zha of the Central Continent Team.

The enormous black Zheng Zha laughed wildly to the sky. The moment he opened his mouth, a massive amount of black flames surged out, then turned into black mist and merged into the Blood Soul Miro. The wild laughter turned into countless wails and screams.

Just then, a sound of wind and thunder arose, but it didn't come from the sky; it came from underground!
A figure, accompanied by wind and thunder, burst forth from the ground, wielding a white, blade-shaped weapon. Terrifying power surged into the weapon, then, with its purest force, it cleaved through space, piercing through the black flames…

The next moment, the figure pierced through the black giant's head and shot towards the sky above the black flames!

(End of this chapter)