A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

Zhu Cheng was preparing to charge forward again.

But at this critical moment, he suddenly felt his ankle being grabbed.

Looking down, he saw several Asuras clinging desperately to his ankles.

Those guys, all grimacing and their faces turning as purple as eggplants, were pulling backward with all their might.

Behind them were even more Asuras and even more blood-winged black mosquitoes.

This bunch of things, one group pulling another, one group dragging another, looks like a long string of candied hawthorns from a distance, except that the candied hawthorns are upside down—at the very front is this "hawthorn," and behind it is a huge, dark bunch.

Zhu Cheng was pulled back a step by that brute force.

But it's only one step.

He steadied his footing and then began to incline forward step by step, like a bulldozer.

Those Asuras and Bloodwinged Black Mosquitoes tried their best, but they still couldn't stop him.

But they did slow him down.

Seven seconds have passed.

"Hey, can you still hold on?"

Ji Zuodao, manipulating the Styx Dharma Image, started rambling at the top of his lungs. His tone was as if he didn't mind watching a good show.

He saw it clearly—the energy in this "Zhu Cheng" was rapidly draining away.

That golden light is fading little by little.

That momentum was gradually fading.

That sense of oppression is gradually fading away.

Clearly, this "personnel change" is time-limited.

If he can get through this period, victory will be his.

Zhu Cheng, or rather, the one who possessed Zhu Cheng's body, shook his head.

A bitter smile appeared on his face, a smile that contained three parts helplessness, three parts resentment, and four parts "I'm fucking speechless."

"Really..."

He spoke, but his voice was no longer Zhu Cheng's; it was a more aged tone, weathered by time, sounding like it was coming from an old record player.

"The only thing I didn't expect was you, you little troublemaker."

"This time, I've really messed up."

He paused, then extended a finger and pointed at Ji Zuodao.

"There's still a tiny bit of dragon energy left; I'll give it to you."

As soon as he finished speaking, a point of golden light shot out from his fingertip.

That tiny golden light was pitifully small, no bigger than a fingernail, and it shone faintly in the twilight, looking like a firefly farting.

But that tiny glimmer of golden light, the instant it collided with the Styx Dharma Image—

"boom--!!!"

A deafening roar erupted over the sea of ​​blood.

The entire sea of ​​blood was trembling violently, as if an earthquake had struck.

The Styx Dharma Image, which was a hundred feet tall, was struck by that golden light, and fine cracks appeared starting from its chest.

Those cracks, like spider webs, spread rapidly, covering the entire body of the Dharma Image.

Then--

"BOOM—!!!"

The Dharma image has collapsed.

That hundred-foot-tall Styx statue, resembling a demon god, collapsed just like that.

Huge fragments fell from the sky, crashing into the sea of ​​blood, splashing up crimson water droplets like a rain of blood.

Even Ji Zuodao, who was sitting cross-legged inside the Dharma image, was blasted into a bloody mist by that golden light.

That's right, blood mist.

Not a single whole bone was left; it was even cleaner than meat grinder.

"elder brother--!!!"

Qiqi's cries echoed across the sea of ​​blood.

But her cries stopped abruptly before they could fully escape her throat.

because--

The next second, Ji Zuodao appeared inside the lotus platform unharmed.

That's right, completely unharmed.

Not a single hole was torn in his clothes, and not a single hair was out of place.

"That's it?"

Ji Zuodao stood on the lotus platform, calmly patting the dust off his clothes, his movements as casual as if he had just finished playing mahjong and gotten up.

That sudden attack really did turn him into a bloody mist.

But don't forget, this is his supernatural space.

The second ability of the Netherworld Blood Sea Divine Power—

As long as the sea of ​​blood doesn't dry up, he can start over indefinitely, like leeks, being harvested again and again.

That attack was indeed powerful, powerful enough to shatter his Dharma form and turn him into a bloody mist.

But so what?

The level of the sea of ​​blood had only dropped a tiny bit.

It's like scooping a ladle of water from the ocean; it doesn't hurt or itch.

As long as the sea of ​​blood remains, he will not die.

This is what makes the Netherworld Blood Sea so sinister.

In this sea of ​​blood, he is immortal.

And you want the sea of ​​blood to dry up?

It's difficult, even more difficult than making an iron tree bloom.

Only now did Ji Zuodao's terrifying foundation, built from childhood in the Enlightenment and Meridian Opening Realms, finally begin to shine.

In fact, he has to thank his three masters for this.

Those three old men, though each one more unreliable and eccentric than the last, were truly exceptional when it came to laying a solid foundation—stronger than reinforced concrete.

When others finally get the hang of it, fifty or sixty times is about right. Those with better talent might get one or two hundred, which would be considered a minor genius. The absolute limit is three hundred and sixty.

What about Ji Zuodao?

All 720 orifices are open.

Not a single one was missed; the cleanliness was even better than someone with OCD tidying up their house.

Others only need to open the Ren and Du meridians to use their abilities.

What about Ji Zuodao?

All meridians are open.

Every single one was completed without any obstruction.

With all 720 acupoints open and all meridians unblocked, Ji Zuodao's spiritual sea far surpassed that of ordinary people.

Driven by the five elements, that immense spiritual power circulated endlessly within the supernatural space, like a perpetual motion machine.

The amount of blood consumed corresponds to the amount of Qi of the Five Elements transformed.

This forms a perfect, never-ending closed loop.

That guy who possessed Zhu Cheng's body just now, that golden light from his finger was powerful enough, wasn't it?

It was so powerful that it could shatter his Dharma form and turn him into a bloody mist.

But the result?

The level of the sea of ​​blood had only dropped a tiny bit.

Just a tiny bit.

Less than one percent.

And with such a tiny bit of consumption, it was fully replenished in less than a minute, even faster than fast charging a mobile phone.

In the sky, the being that possessed Zhu Cheng's body watched as Ji Zuodao appeared unharmed in the lotus platform and couldn't help but curse:

"Damn, the mechanism of this trench."

His voice carried a hint of resentment, helplessness, and frustration, like someone encountering a cheater in a video game.

Then, the golden light in his eyes completely dissipated.

His body, as if it had lost all support, fell straight down from the sky, like a puppet with its strings cut.

The last vestige of dragon energy on him shone faintly in the twilight, exerting its last bit of residual heat.

His body plummeted straight toward the lotus platform.

Ji Zuodao looked at the body that was falling down and didn't want to pay attention to it.

He moved to the left, trying to avoid it.

But that body, as if equipped with a navigation system, also veered to the left.

Ji Zuodao moved to the right again.

The body also shifted to the right.

Ji Zuodao moved to the left again.

The body then shifted to the left.

No matter where he tries to hide, his body falls down there.

It's like a stubborn plaster that you can't shake off; once it's on, you can't get rid of it.

Ji Zuodao, watching Zhu Cheng fall, couldn't help but curse:

"Damn, the dragon energy in this trench is incredible."

Ji Zuodao gave up, letting Zhu Cheng fall onto the lotus platform.

He crouched down and checked Zhu Cheng's condition.

Zhu Cheng's eyes were already closed.

He had a strange, indescribable expression on his face.

There was anger, resentment, relief, and a faint smile.

That smile seemed to say—

I'm finally free from being a pawn.

It's as if it's saying—

Whatever, I'm not playing anymore.

Ok.

He didn't die.

But it's pretty close.

Its body was stiff, like frozen tofu.

Ji Zuodao sighed, stood up, and looked at the sea of ​​blood in the distance that was slowly calming down.

Damn it, this day was really exhausting.