allendalepharm Chapter 3305 Lesser Fullness (Unavoidable)
Chapter 3305 Lesser Fullness (Unavoidable)
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at the family of three embracing each other. The jealousy and resentment in his eyes were almost tangible.
Why?
Why is Hu Xiaoman so obedient and vulnerable in front of them?
But in his presence, he was utterly rebellious?
"Hahaha... What a touching scene of family happiness!"
Zhou Wenlun laughed wildly, his laughter shrill and piercing.
"So what if you're here? Jun Yichen, Yang Susu, do you think you can win just by breaking the spacetime array?"
"This is the Extreme Realm!"
"I am the Heavenly Dao here!"
"Once you've fallen into my trap, don't even think about leaving alive!"
"Hahaha……"
Zhou Wenlun suddenly spread his arms wide, and the half-black ghost face writhed, letting out a sharp roar: "In the name of the Heavenly Dao, I command all living beings!"
"Burn your life force, sacrifice to the gods and spirits, and show no mercy!"
At his command, the tens of thousands of cultivators who were kneeling on the ground below the altar suddenly trembled.
The Feng family patriarch, the Lei family elders, the Ning family members, and cultivators from various sects and the Extreme Plate Immortal Cultivation World... their eyes turned a strange blood red in an instant, and they let out a beast-like growl from their throats.
Their life force was rapidly fading, replaced by a surge in cultivation and a frenzied killing intent.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Tens of thousands of cultivators, like zombies unleashed, rode their magical artifacts and surged toward the four people on the altar.
"You're courting death!" Jun Yichen lashed out with his bone whip, instantly blasting dozens of cultivators at the forefront to pieces.
But there were simply too many enemies, and each one was fearless and fought with their lives on the line.
"Junior Sister, take your uncle and aunt with you! Leave this to us!"
A roar came from the side.
Xie Ze, his face disfigured, stepped forward, controlling the giant scarecrow puppet behind him, blocking the path of the Feng family army.
The puppet scarecrow was a hundred feet tall, its body shrouded in black, ghostly energy. Although it looked dilapidated and ugly, every straw was as hard as iron.
"Patriarch Feng, don't you usually pride yourself on your elegant demeanor?" Xie Ze grinned, the hideous scar on his face writhing like a centipede.
"Now that I'm disfigured, you can forget about having a good time!"
In the past, when Xie Ze came to Ghost Domain Border City with his master, he always clashed with the head of the Feng family.
Because both of them were good-looking, they both thought they were dashing and outstanding!
"boom!"
The scarecrow unleashed a punch, causing the space to tremble.
The wind blades unleashed by the Feng family patriarch struck the scarecrow, only sending up a few bits of straw.
As the scarecrow's fist fell, it blasted the Feng family patriarch and the hundreds of elites behind him into a bloody pulp.
On the other side, a torrent of lightning poured down like a waterfall; it was the Nine Heavens Mystic Lightning summoned by the elders of the Lei family.
"Sword rises!"
Although Chu Zhaole's limbs were all severed, he was suspended in mid-air, like a peerless divine sword drawn from its sheath.
Faced with a sea of lightning powerful enough to cleave a Nascent Soul cultivator into ashes, he not only did not dodge, but instead charged head-on into it.
"Zheng——!"
The sound of swords clashing resounded throughout heaven and earth.
Chu Zhaole used his body as a sword, drawing lightning to temper his body.
Golden lightning danced across his body, yet it couldn't harm him in the slightest; instead, it made his sword intent even more refined and sharp.
He traversed through the sea of lightning, and with each flash, a Lei family cultivator's head fell to the ground.
Behind the altar, Yang Rui, lying on the ground, was unable to move, but he kept chanting incantations.
The level 8 Moon Shadow White Tiger roared and tore apart the charging enemies.
The four-winged yellow phosphorus bird spews poisonous fire to block the sky.
The Iron Spirit Turtle transformed into a giant shield, firmly protecting Yang Susu and Hu Xiaoman's backs.
Hua Nian stayed by Yang Rui's side, her face pale and her eyes full of anxiety and worry.
She bit her fingertip, using her Yin blood to conjure countless black spirit-devouring insects, which then fought fiercely with the Ning family cultivators who attempted to ambush her.
The battlefield instantly descended into chaos.
Zhou Wenlun looked at the blocked puppet army with a gloomy expression.
The ghostly lord within him could no longer contain himself; his desire for Jun Yichen's soul drove him mad.
"waste!"
"Zhou Wenlun, you piece of trash!"
His body was too badly injured, which limited his performance!
The Ghost Lord screamed and tore apart Zhou Wenlun's left side.
"Hiss-!"
Flesh and blood flew everywhere.
A massive black mist, composed of countless skulls, emerged from Zhou Wenlun's body, condensing in the air into a ghostly figure a thousand feet tall, which rushed straight towards the heavily injured Jun Yichen.
"Jun Yichen, hand over your soul!"
The Ghost Lord slashed down with his claw, his five fingers like five black mountains pressing down on him.
Jun Yichen snorted coldly and shielded Hu Xiaoman and Yang Susu behind him.
He unleashed the Soul-Devouring Banner.
"Want to devour me? Aren't you afraid of breaking your teeth!"
Banners fluttered, and countless ferocious battle spirits rushed out, turning around and tearing apart the little ghosts released by the Ghost Lord.
The two fought fiercely in the void, and every collision between the bone whip and the ghost claw caused the surrounding space to collapse inch by inch.
On the ground, Zhou Wenlun, with only half of his body covered in blood, had an even more sinister expression.
The black energy completed the other half of his body.
Having lost the power of the Ghost Lord, his aura became even purer and more eerie.
He looked at the besieged crowd, a cruel smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
"Since you all enjoy fighting so much, then I'll give you something extra."
He reached out and beckoned, and the ancient disc floating in the air—the Cosmic Disc—slowly fell into his palm.
"Time flows backward."
The cosmic disc spun wildly in Zhou Wenlun's palm, emitting rings of visible gray light.
Wherever the halo passed, the splattered blood froze in mid-air, the shattered stones began to fly backward, and even the smoke in the air seemed to be paused.
A suffocating, sticky feeling enveloped the entire battlefield.
Yang Susu had just raised the Holy Heaven Sword in her hand, intending to slash at Zhou Wenlun, when she found that her movements had become as slow as a snail.
The sword strike, which was originally as fast as lightning, now traced a clear path through the air, and even the spiritual energy flowing on the sword had become extremely slow.
This is the power of the ancient artifact, the Cosmic Disc!
“Yang Susu, you can’t kill anyone if you’re too slow,” Zhou Wenlun said with a smile, approaching step by step.
He was incredibly adept at the realm of time, moving at an astonishing speed.
He raised his hand, and a golden Heavenly Dao blade condensed in his palm, aiming straight for Yang Susu's throat.
"Mother!"
Hu Xiaoman's eyes widened, but her speed also became extremely slow.
Chen Heng's speed was also restricted!
This move is unavoidable!
"Humph!"
A youthful yet authoritative shout rang out.
A tiny figure appeared on Yang Susu's shoulder.
Ah-Zhen, with a serious expression on his round face, rapidly formed hand seals.
At the same time, a pink light shone on Hu Xiaoman's shoulder, and Little Peach appeared.
Ah-Zhen and Xiao-Tao-Zi exchanged a glance.
Array spirit!
It's actually a spirit array!
Spirit arrays are very rare.
Ah-Zhen's eyes were calm and unwavering.
Little Peach's eyes sparkled.