Overdraw the future and become a peerless martial god

Chapter 228 Marrow Light·Tribulation Ashes
Why? !

Why should I fall here?!
Why should we just stand by and watch his last breath die?!

Her head jerked up.

Bloodshot eyes were fixed on the eight slowly approaching skeletal giants, and all the confusion, fear and exhaustion in his eyes were burned away in that moment.

All that remained was a near-mad, all-or-nothing resolve.

The body was groaning, and the soul was screaming on the verge of collapse.

But an unprecedented force, squeezing every drop of potential, erupted from the depths of the shattered body, from the newly born soul core imprinted with the instinct for battle.

"Ugh—!"

A roar that sounded inhuman burst forth from deep within her throat.

She used her sword to prop herself up, forcefully supporting her broken body.

It was teetering on the brink of collapse, yet stood as straight as a javelin.

There is no escape route.

Then let's fight our way out.

Fill the gap with your life! Fight with your soul!

For that light.

For those in the light.

She suddenly raised her blood-stained left hand, spread her fingers, and pressed it desperately against her brow—where her nascent, fragile soul core resided.

It was also her last source of strength.

"The soul is the guide... the spirit is the blade..."

A hoarse, blood-splattered voice echoed in the deathly silent cave, each word seemingly squeezed from the depths of the soul, carrying a devastating resolve.

"Even if this body burns... turning to ashes..."

At the center of his brow, a faint yet pure soul light suddenly shone.

That's the essence of the soul core burning.

Her face instantly turned ashen, and her body trembled violently, as if she were about to collapse completely at any moment.

But an unimaginable sharpness suddenly spread out from her center.

The surrounding air seemed to be cut by invisible blades, emitting a faint whistling sound.

"Also..."

Her bloodied right hand gripped the silver-white dagger stuck diagonally in the ground.

As if sensing its master's will to perish together, the short blade emitted a clear, resonant hum, and wisps of leaping, extremely unstable purple lightning began to appear on its cold blade.

That was the shattered lightning seal in her palm being activated, forcibly resonating with and infusing the burning power of her soul core.

"Cut open...this path!!!"

The last three words exploded like a thunderclap.

Qingli's figure moved.

It's no longer about dodging, it's no longer about hit-and-run tactics.

Instead, it transformed into a resolute purple lightning bolt, burning with life and soul.

Dragging their broken bodies, with an indomitable and desperate spirit, they launched a frenzied charge against the eight colossal skeletal statues that stretched out before them like a mountain range of death.

Target—the altar! Soul Essence Light!

Anyone who blocks the way—die!

The eerie green soul flames of the eight skeletal giants surged simultaneously.

They seemed to be thoroughly enraged by the ant's deliberate provocation.

The humanoid colossus closest to her suddenly flared its soul fire in its eye sockets, and the pale white bone axe in its hand, made from the leg bone of an unknown behemoth and covered with hideous bone spikes, lashed down like a collapsing mountain with a terrifying shriek that tore through the air, heading straight for the resolute purple lightning bolt.

Before the axe blade even arrived, the violent, deathly wind pressure had already cracked the hard rock on the ground inch by inch.

Purple lightning and a pale bone axe, carrying the power of destruction and annihilation, collided violently before the silent altar of the Ancient Soul Clan.

Time seems to freeze at this moment.

Time stretched out endlessly, frozen as if solidified, amidst the shrill scream of the giant skeletal axe tearing through the air and the resolute charge of purple lightning.

The pale bone axe, wreathed in the black aura of death, resembled a toppled mountain, carrying the will to annihilate everything. It cleaved through the viscous air and fiercely struck at the purple stream of light burning with life and soul.

Before the axe blade even arrived, the violent wind pressure had already crushed the ground around Qingli into spiderweb-like cracks, sending shards of rock flying everywhere.

All that remained in Qingli's eyes was the milky-white light pulsating at the top of the altar—the Soul Source Marrow Light.

Chu Ning's last chance at life.

All the fear, exhaustion, and pain were burned away by this obsession.

She didn't even look at the giant axe that was coming down on her head. The power gained from burning her soul core was like a flood breaking through a dam, pouring wildly into the silver-white short blade in her right hand.

The purple lightning on the blade surged, crackling and exploding under the strain, as if it might explode along with her arm at any moment.

"Break it for me!!!"

The roar and the piercing shriek of the bone axe reached their peak simultaneously.

Boom——! ! !
An indescribable, terrifying roar suddenly erupted in the enormous cavern.

Like the collision of two stars.

The blinding purple-white light instantly engulfed everything.

The violent energy shockwaves, like a tangible raging tide, spread wildly in a ring.

Click! Click! Click!

The nearest few huge phosphorescent stalactites snapped in response, crashing down with a deafening green glow.

The hard, black rocks on the ground were like fragile biscuits, torn apart and shattered by the shockwave.

The entire altar was shaking violently, and the ancient, blood-red runes on it were flickering with death.

At the center of the light, the scene was horrific.

Qingli's figure was like being hit head-on by a battering ram, flying backward at a speed even faster than a charge.

The silver-white dagger flew out of his hand, spinning as it embedded itself in a distant rock crevice, the lightning on its blade completely extinguished.

The blood she spat out drew a gruesome arc in the air as her body slammed violently into the base of a massive stalagmite, as thick as several people could hug.

"Pfft—!" Another mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushed out, staining his chest and front red.

On her left shoulder, a horrific, deep wound that revealed the bone split open, almost cleaving her entire left shoulder along with part of her collarbone.

The stark white bone fragments pierced through the flesh and were exposed to the air, with blood gushing out like a fountain.

That was the result of being grazed by the black aura of death carried by the edge of the bone axe.

If she hadn't managed to shift her body half an inch to the side at the last moment by relying on the instantaneous burst of energy from burning her soul core, she would have been cleaved in two by now.

The excruciating pain swept over my entire body like a tsunami, my vision blurred, and my ears rang incessantly.

The power brought by the burning soul core vanished as quickly as the tide receded, replaced by a deep-seated weakness and excruciating pain that felt like the soul was being torn apart.

The flickering light between her brows wavered violently, dimming like a candle in the wind, threatening to go out at any moment. She felt her consciousness being pulled apart by excruciating pain and darkness, sinking into an abyss. The humanoid skeletal giant that had launched the attack also paid the price.

Its right arm, which was gripping the bone axe, was severed cleanly at the elbow! The massive, pale bone arm, along with the grotesque bone axe, was violently thrown away by the shockwave of the explosion, crashing into the cave wall in the distance, scattering bone fragments everywhere.

At the severed arm, the remaining raging purple lightning snakes surged and eroded, emitting a hissing sound, preventing the skeleton from healing itself.

The eerie green flames in its eye sockets throbbed violently. Although it felt no pain, the "fact" of being severely injured by ants had clearly ignited its fury.

"Roar--!!!"

A silent, yet explosive, soul howl erupted directly within Qing Li's collapsing consciousness, filled with chilling rage.

Not just that!

The soul fire in the eye sockets of the other seven skeletal giants also surged simultaneously.

They seemed to be thoroughly enraged by their companion's serious injury and Qingli's tenacious vitality as a "blasphemer".

The heavy footsteps thundered down, causing the entire cave to tremble.

They abandoned their slow encirclement and, like seven moving death mountains, charged madly towards Qingli, who was lying paralyzed at the base of the stalagmite and barely breathing, with the force to crush everything.

The first to attack, the one-armed colossus, was even more ferocious. Its remaining left arm slammed into the ground, carving out a huge black rock that was shrouded in dense black death energy. Like a catapult, it hurled it fiercely at Qing Li.

Even before the boulder arrived, the heavy wind pressure already made Qingli feel suffocated.

Is it over...?

Qingli's consciousness teetered on the edge of excruciating pain and despair.

Her vision was blurred by blood and sweat, and all she could see were several huge shadows exuding an aura of death, pressing down on her like a collapsing sky.

With the Soul-Guiding Stone pressed tightly against his chest, even the faint pulsation seemed distant.

At the top of the altar, the pure light of the soul essence still pulsates, radiating the allure of life, yet remaining unattainable.

Chu Ning... I'm sorry... I still... couldn't...

Just as consciousness was about to completely succumb—

hum!
The Soul-Guiding Stone, which had been pressed against her chest and stained with blood, seemed to be stimulated by her despair and unwillingness, and by the Soul Source Light that was so close at hand, and suddenly burst out with an unprecedentedly intense light.

The light was no longer a gentle guide, but a final, desperate burst of light, like a dying ember.

Instead of pointing at the altar, it suddenly shot out a beam of pale golden light that was condensed to the extreme, ignoring the barrier of space and instantly disappearing into the slowly flowing soul essence light at the top of the altar.

A sudden and unexpected change occurred!

The soul essence light that was hit by the beam of the Soul-Guiding Stone suddenly froze.

It was as if a huge rock had been thrown into a calm lake.

Its pure, gentle, flowing light suddenly turned violent.

Like a liquid star ignited, it burst forth with billions of blindingly bright milky-white rays.

An unimaginable, overwhelming aura of life force, so powerful that it distorted and trembled the entire cavern, erupted like a sleeping ancient beast awakened.

boom--! ! !
A milky white tide of light, centered on the altar, swept across the entire massive cavern like a tsunami.

Wherever the tide of light passed, space groaned under its unbearable weight.

Those stalactites, hanging upside down and emitting a pale green and blue phosphorescent light, vaporized and disappeared instantly, like ice and snow exposed to the blazing sun.

The slippery moss and bottomless cracks on the ground, washed away by the pure source of life, are purified as if by decay, revealing the original, metallic, jet-black essence of the rocks.

The most shocking thing was the impact of those eight skeletal giant statues.

The black, viscous substance on their bodies, which was constantly writhing and exuding a putrid smell, boiled and vaporized violently the moment it came into contact with the milky white light, as if it had encountered its nemesis.

The originally pale and hard skeleton, exposed to the light, began to sizzle, as if corroded by strong acid, and its surface quickly turned gray and brittle.

The eerie green flames in the eye sockets of the eight skeletal giants flickered wildly, like candles burning in the wind.

Their charge suddenly froze, as if they were enduring immense pain and suppression.

The enormous rock that crashed down on Qingli silently turned to dust in the tide of light.

“Woo…” The giant with the broken arm closest to the center of the light tide emitted a low groan, as if from the depths of hell. Its massive skeletal body trembled violently under the pure life force, and the bones on its surface turned gray and became cracked at a visible speed.

It seemed to want to retreat, to escape this nemesis of light, but its steps were incredibly heavy.

opportunity!

This sudden and dramatic change was like a final shot of adrenaline, piercing deep into Qingli's fading consciousness.

The instinct for survival and the determination to save lives squeezed out the last bit of potential from their bodies.

"what--!"

She let out a beastly roar, completely ignoring the horrific wound on her left shoulder, and with her right hand she gripped the hilt of the short sword stuck in the ground, using all her strength to pull her mangled body out from the base of the stalagmite.

The violent movements caused blood to gush from her shoulder wound like a fountain, but her eyes burned with a terrifying light.

Run! Charge towards the altar! Now!
Taking advantage of the brief moment when the skeletal behemoth was suppressed by the burst of Soul Source Marrow Light and fell into chaos and pain, Qing Li dragged her broken body and burst out with speed beyond the limit.

She was like a blood-stained lightning bolt, weaving through the raging, milky-white tide of light.

The immense life force contained within the tide of light washed over her body, bringing excruciating pain, but miraculously it also temporarily suppressed the deathly black energy corroding the wound on her left shoulder, giving her a moment to catch her breath.

They were getting closer and closer to the altar.

That surging, violent light of the soul's essence was almost within reach.

The pure, primordial energy was so rich it was almost tangible, causing her depleted soul to feel waves of comfort and excitement.

Fifty zhang! Thirty zhang! Ten zhang!

They were about to reach the foot of the altar!

"Roar--!!!"

A roar filled with boundless rage and destructive intent, like a thunderclap from the depths of Qingli's consciousness, resounded.

It was that giant skeleton with a missing arm.

It seemed to have completely given up on self-preservation, and the ghostly green soul fire in its eye sockets suddenly contracted to its limit, then exploded like a supernova.

A denser, purer aura of death erupted from its broken skeleton, forcibly carving out a small area of ​​absolute death amidst the raging tide of life light.

Its only remaining left arm was raised high, its five fingers spread, and its palm facing Qingli, who was about to step onto the altar steps.

In the palm of his hand, a black vortex, composed of pure death energy, instantly formed, constantly rotating and contracting.

At the center of the vortex, an absolute stillness that could freeze the soul emanated.

It will launch a final, suicidal attack! Even if it is completely purified by the Soul Source Essence Light, it will still annihilate this ant that desecrates the sacred land.

A terrifying suction force emanated from the black vortex, causing Qing Li's charging figure to suddenly halt.

It felt as if I had sunk into an invisible quagmire.

The shadow of death instantly enveloped her, clearer than ever before.

She could even feel her life force being frantically drained by the vortex.

That's too late!

Can't escape!

Can't stop!
A hair's breadth, a split second between life and death...

(End of this chapter)