High Martial Arts: Gains one point of health per second, sweeping across the heavens.

With a flash of light and shadow, Su Jie found himself standing in an empty gray space. His feet were on solid ground, but nothingness permeated all around him.

Opposite them, a misty aggregate that was constantly twisting and changing, with countless lights and shadows flickering inside, slowly took shape.

[The 55th Layer Guardian Mark: One-Star Primordial Realm Lord]

[Base combat strength: 1 million resources]

Without further ado, the battle began the instant Su Jie regained his footing.

The misty aggregate suddenly expanded, and countless gray-black tentacles shot out like a torrential rain!

Each tentacle carried the power to burst apart the small world, and its speed was astonishing.

"Holy Soul Pierce!"

Su Jie's true spirit manifested, and with a tenfold increase in soul damage, the peak tenth-tier holy soul power in his sea of ​​consciousness instantly condensed, transforming into dozens of refined golden spikes that shot towards the tentacles.

Puff puff!

Golden spikes and gray-black tentacles collided in mid-air and annihilated each other.

However, Su Jie's Holy Soul Thorn was clearly being used up more energy, and the number of the opponent's tentacles seemed endless. One wave subsided only for another to rise, and soon some stragglers were closing in.

"Soul-Capturing Technique: Vortex!"

Su Jie immediately changed his move, his Holy Soul Power spinning around him, forming a vortex that devoured soul power.

The approaching tentacles were pulled, twisted, and sucked apart.

However, this move also consumed a great deal of energy, and the opponent's power was simply too immense. The impact of the tentacles was continuous, and Su Jie's soul power was being rapidly depleted.

"This won't do. Trying to outlast it is suicide." Su Jie maintained the vortex while observing the situation.

The opponent's soul was always protected by a thick layer of gray world power that flowed with the phantom of mountains and rivers. When his Holy Soul Thorn struck it, it could only stir up a ripple and could not break through the defense at all.

"Try to concentrate!" Su Jie gritted his teeth, withdrew most of his soul power, and condensed it into an exceptionally thick, dazzling golden "Holy Soul Thorn - Piercing the Sun". He aimed at the point on the light shield where the fluctuations were most obvious and stabbed it fiercely!

Om-!

The giant golden spike struck the light shield, producing a dull thud.

The light shield rippled violently, the point that was pierced caved inward, and the surrounding illusory landscapes swirled and reinforced itself.

After a two-breath stalemate, the golden giant spike ran out of energy and collapsed, while the light shield, though dimmed, remained sturdy.

"It didn't break?" Su Jie's heart sank. This was already the strongest single-target Holy Soul attack he could unleash at the moment.

"The power of ants." The battle mark emitted a cold, indifferent mental fluctuation, and then more tentacles intertwined to form a large net, enveloping Su Jie from all directions.

Su Jie was struggling to cope, and his Holy Soul Power was being rapidly depleted.

The protective vortex of soul power was compressed, and the tentacles almost broke through the defense several times.

The water level in the golden ocean of soul power within the sea of ​​consciousness is noticeably decreasing.

"The system says I can theoretically kill it, so there must be a possibility. Since conventional methods can't break through the defense..." Su Jie's brain was racing, and various thoughts flashed through his mind.

Suddenly, he remembered the "middle finger that broke the law" that he had been sparring with all along.

The "law-breaking" meaning contained in that thing is simply the nemesis of all defenses.

He had always wanted to incorporate it into his attacks, but it always felt like something was missing, like there was an unbreakable barrier between them.

"Isn't this the best opportunity?" A ruthless glint flashed in Su Jie's eyes. "If we dawdle any longer, we'll run out of soul power and truly lose! Let's fight!"

While maintaining his defense, he also spared a sliver of his mind to carefully communicate with the illusory "Middle Finger of Law Breaking" deep within his Holy Soul.

The moment he made contact, the sharp aura that seemed capable of piercing through all laws and annihilating rules made his mind tremble slightly.

This implication is too strong and too domineering; if not handled carefully, it could harm oneself before harming the enemy.

"It's not about forcing it... it's about understanding, about guiding it, making it a part of my 'Holy Soul Thorn'..."

Su Jie recalled the feeling when he tried it before. That stiff splicing was not good. He needed a more harmonious integration.

He transformed a wisp of the purest holy soul power into the form of a "holy soul thorn," and then, like peeling silk from a cocoon, extracted a trace of the most subtle and ultimate meaning of breaking the law from that "law-breaking middle finger."

This process is extremely difficult, like walking a tightrope on the edge of a cliff; the slightest mistake could trigger a backlash that would affect the entire finger.

On the first attempt, the "thorn" constructed from the power of the Holy Soul collapsed the moment it came into contact with the meaning of breaking the law.

The second time, it barely managed to maintain its shape, but the two were completely incompatible, like oil and water.

the third time……

Outside, his defensive perimeter had been compressed to within three feet of him, his soul power was more than half depleted, and his situation was extremely precarious.

The enemy's attacks grew increasingly ferocious, as if they had already foreseen victory.

"No... it's not a package, nor is it an attachment..." Cold sweat beaded on Su Jie's forehead, but his eyes grew brighter and brighter. "It's the resonance of 'intention'!"

My "Holy Soul Thorn" aims to pierce through a single point, achieving ultimate penetration. This "Spellbreaker" essence is essentially about ignoring rule-based defenses and reaching the very core... their goals are aligned!

He no longer tried to use the power of his Holy Soul to "bear" the meaning of breaking the law, but instead adjusted the "intention" of his Holy Soul Thrust to actively approach and cater to the charm of breaking the law.

Resonate your understanding of "penetration" and "breaking through defenses" with the supreme meaning of "breaking through the law".

Gradually, the color of his newly condensed Holy Soul Thorn changed from pure gold to a restrained dark gold, with its tip flashing a chilling, ethereal sharpness.

"There's a chance!" Su Jie's spirits lifted.

Just then, the battle mark seemed to sense the threat, and all its tentacles suddenly retracted.

It coalesced into an enormous, gray-black spiral cone, carrying most of its world power as it pierced towards Su Jie's soul core!

This is a decisive blow!

The pressure of life and death suddenly looms!

Su Jiefu had a sudden inspiration and no longer hesitated. He poured all the dark golden holy soul power, which he had just found a trace of fusion with, along with that little bit of magic-breaking edge, into the power and launched it fiercely!

"Holy Soul Pierce - Break the Spell!"

A faint stream of dark golden light shot out from between Su Jie's eyebrows.

When it struck that gray-black spiral cone—

laugh!

Like a red-hot knife cutting into butter, the sharp cone that contained most of the power of the battle was silently dissected and annihilated, starting from its tip!

The dark golden light surged upwards with unstoppable force, traversing the sharp cone and causing the world's defensive structures to collapse wherever it passed!

The world's protective shield lit up, but the dark golden light easily sliced ​​through it, penetrating the ever-changing misty core of the battle imprint, leaving only a tiny hole the size of a pinhole.

Everything seemed to freeze for a moment.

Then--

The misty aggregate suddenly froze, and the flickering light and shadow inside abruptly went out.

Then, like a weathered sand sculpture, it silently disintegrated from the inside out into the most primitive gray specks of light, disappearing completely.

Floor 55, cleared!