The terrifying hand

"Clang!"

Sparks flew everywhere. When it came to the power of the Physical Body, Long Chen absolutely feared no one. At the moment the weapons collided, the webbing between Yin Luo's thumb and index finger split open. He could no longer hold onto the spear, which traced a golden arc and flew hundreds of feet away.

However, this strike managed to block Long Chen. Under that terrifying recoil force, Long Chen did not have it easy either. His arms shook violently, his own webbing ached, and he was forced to take several steps back uncontrollably.

Yin Luo was knocked back over a dozen feet. With the golden spear no longer in his hand, his expression changed.

He had just utilized his Innate essence blood to draw upon a trace of the power of heaven and earth, thinking he could kill both of them in one strike.

As a result, neither of them died, and he had instead exhausted his Spiritual Qi. Furthermore, his body suffered a backlash from the power of heaven and earth. Although not serious, if not treated in time, it would severely affect his Foundation.

Seeing Long Chen knocked back, Yin Luo was now even closer to the portal. He couldn't help but be overjoyed. He didn't even bother with the golden spear in the distance and dashed straight toward the portal.

"Want to leave? Leave your life behind!"

Long Chen snorted coldly. His Bloodline surged, and a shimmering spear suddenly appeared in his hand. With a flick of his wrist, it flew straight toward Yin Luo.

Currently, Long Chen's Spiritual Qi was exhausted, and his physical strength was almost completely depleted. Now, the only thing he could use was the thunder power within his blood.

Ever since Long Chen had the whimsical idea to temper his Physical Body with thunder power, thunder runes had strangely appeared within his blood.

These runes were equivalent to Long Chen's own life-bound runes; they were usually nourished by his blood and did not require Spiritual Qi to activate.

Therefore, thunder power had become the only power Long Chen could use now, because with his spiritual power exhausted, his dantian fire had no fuel and could not be used at all.

The reason Long Chen had not used the thunder power was, on one hand, that he did not want to expose his trump card, and on the other hand, these runes consumed his Bloodline Power.

This kind of consumption required long-term nourishment, or constant collection of thunder power, to recover, so Long Chen had always been reluctant to use it.

But now, seeing Yin Luo approaching the portal and about to escape, even if he was reluctant, he had to use it.

"Whoosh."

The thunder spear left his hand, flying out like a Phoenix, expanding instantly as it shot toward Yin Luo.

Expanding did not increase the power of the thunder power; on the contrary, it caused the power to be less concentrated due to dispersion.

But there was no other way. Those were transformed from the thunder power of heaven and earth. Although condensed within Long Chen's body, they remained like a berserk Demonic Beast, unwilling to be completely tamed. Once released, they became unrestrained, attacking based on instinct.

Yin Luo's entire body suddenly tightened; he felt as if his hair was about to stand on end. An extremely dense aura of death instantly enveloped him.

Seeing a vast expanse of thunder covering him, he couldn't care about his shock. He reached out and swiped his spatial ring, and a yellow piece of paper appeared in his hand.

That yellow piece of paper was only the size of a palm, with some strange patterns drawn on it. They looked neither like words nor pictures, appearing extremely eerie.

As soon as the yellow paper appeared, it was crushed by Yin Luo. After the paper was crushed, a transparent light screen suddenly appeared around Yin Luo, wrapping him within it.

"Boom!"

The thunder power unleashed by Long Chen was a spear when released and flew out like a Phoenix, but by the time it reached Yin Luo, it was already a chaotic mess that exploded with a roar.

Thunder light filled the sky, making it impossible to open one's eyes. It was like a great sun, shining with boundless light, and amidst the explosive sound, a muffled groan was mixed in.

When the golden light dissipated, the light screen around Yin Luo had disappeared. Clearly, the piece of paper he crushed had protected him.

However, after the attack, Yin Luo was charred black all over, his clothes were torn to shreds, his long hair looked like an explosive perm, and his whole body kept trembling—he was in an extremely wretched state.

"Long Chen, I will remember you. Just you wait!"

Yin Luo gritted his teeth. This was the first time in his life he had been so wretched; he was almost charred by his own fury.

But he knew he was at the end of his rope. He had to escape; if he was late, he would definitely die.

"Don't wait. I'm an impatient person, so I'd rather just hack you to death right now."

Long Chen dragged his blade, Zhan Xie, as he ran toward Yin Luo. However, at this moment, Long Chen felt as if his legs were filled with lead, and the Zhan Xie in his hand felt heavier than a mountain.

Today, Long Chen had severely overdrawn his Spiritual Qi and physical strength, and even his Bloodline Power had been completely consumed. Aside from his Soul power, he had reached the end of his rope.

Therefore, at this moment, his speed was not much better than an ordinary person who did not Cultivate. Even so, Long Chen did not give up and continued to run forward.

At this speed, he would never be able to stop Yin Luo from escaping, but he knew that there was someone who would definitely not stand idly by.

"Swish!"

An arrow shot straight toward Yin Luo's back. Its momentum was silent, like an arrow of the Grim Reaper.

However, it was as if Yin Luo had eyes on his back; without turning his head, he hurriedly sidestepped.

But Yin Luo forgot one thing: although Mo Nian's arrow had lost its original sharpness.

He was also at the end of his strength. Although he sensed the arrow and began to dodge immediately, his body was no longer as agile.

"Pfft!"

He dodged the vital spot on his back, but the arrow flew past, grazing his shoulder. Even though Mo Nian was almost completely exhausted of spiritual power, the arrow he condensed was still terrifying, directly causing his shoulder to shatter. Flesh and blood flew everywhere, and his arm was nearly blown off.

Yin Luo groaned in pain and staggered, but gritting his teeth, he continued to run toward the portal. With the portal in sight, he dived into it.

However, just as his body entered the portal, Zhan Xie traced a stream of light and slashed down ruthlessly.

"Pfft!"

Blood splattered, accompanied by a distant scream, and a leg fell along with the blade.

"Long Chen, Mo Nian, you two bastards, just you wait! I, Yin Luo, swear that I will definitely slice you into ten thousand pieces! Ah…"

The ten-zhang-tall portal was slowly shrinking, and the voice coming from the other side of the door was faint.

Although the voice was faint, the resentment in those words truly made one's hair stand on end.

Mo Nian used his longbow as a crutch and walked with difficulty to Long Chen's side. Looking at the leg on the ground, he smiled slightly and said, "A leg isn't bad either. Do you want it?"

Long Chen put away Zhan Xie and plopped onto the ground. At this moment, he really felt like he had no strength left at all.

He shook his head listlessly and said, "What would I want this thing for? Although I have a good appetite, I really can't stomach this."

"This kid is worthy of being a top powerhouse of the Evil Path. With Innate essence blood existing within his body, this leg is good stuff."

Mo Nian had no taboos whatsoever. He picked up Yin Luo's leg and was just about to speak when he suddenly discovered in horror that the rapidly shrinking space portal suddenly expanded.

At the same time, a hand covering the sky appeared, and a finger hundreds of feet long, like a long spear or halberd, poked toward the two of them.

Long Chen and Mo Nian were both terrified. Not only Long Chen and Mo Nian—once that large hand appeared, everyone on the entire battlefield, except for Tu Fang and the Ghost Eye Old Freak, realized in horror that they could not move.

It was as if the entire world had frozen; breathing and heartbeats seemed to have stopped. In front of that large hand, everyone could only wait for death in resignation.

That large hand was like the hand of a giant god. A single finger was hundreds of feet long. As it poked down at Long Chen and the other, it felt as if heaven and earth were about to shatter. If Long Chen and the other were struck, not even their bone ash would remain.

Mo Nian suddenly roared. A pattern appeared between his eyebrows. After that pattern appeared, Mo Nian reached out with difficulty and swiped his ring.

A scale about half a foot in diameter appeared in Mo Nian's palm. As soon as it appeared, Mo Nian suddenly spat a mouthful of blood onto the scale.

The blood sprayed onto the scale, and the scale absorbed the blood instantly like a sponge. After the blood was absorbed, the scale expanded instantly, becoming like a door panel. At the same time, a cyan light rose, protecting himself and Long Chen.

That scale was from an ancient beast; it was an extremely powerful Demonic Beast, and its scale possessed terrifying defensive capabilities.

A master of the Dao of Runes could activate the scale's defensive power through refining and engraving runes. This scale was given to Mo Nian by his elders for self-defense and was extremely powerful. Even a powerhouse of the level of the Ghost Eye Old Freak would not be able to break through this defense.

"Boom!"

The giant finger descended like a heavenly river pouring down, shattering the sky. Long Chen felt a terrifying force coming. In front of that terrifying force, the giant scale blocking in front of the two exploded in an instant.

The space seemed to be torn apart. Long Chen felt as if his body was about to be torn to pieces, and he and Mo Nian were blasted away like two cannonballs.

After shattering the scale, that giant finger poked directly into the ground. The ground immediately exploded, and the cracked trenches, like a spiderweb, spread across the entire battlefield, knocking everyone to the ground.

Long Chen and Mo Nian rolled wretchedly, flying thousands of feet away before stopping. Both of them were spraying blood, feeling intense pain all over, as if their whole bodies were about to fall apart.

The power of that large hand was too strong. If it hadn't been for Mo Nian using his means and sacrificing the treasure given by his elders, the two would have been blasted into powder.

But even with that mysterious scale blocking it, the two were still shaken half to death. Long Chen was terrified—what kind of monster was this?

The entire field was suppressed by that terrifying pressure, unable to move; it was as if the whole world had come to a standstill.

That large hand, having failed to kill Long Chen and the other with one strike, suddenly raised high, condensed into a monstrous palm, and slammed down fiercely toward the two.

"Wu Li, your claws have stretched too far."

Suddenly, a cold voice came, as if from the Nine Heavens. At the same time, a long sword pierced through the firmament and slashed down toward that large hand.