novelraw Chapter 639 - 418: No More Acting
Chapter 639 - 418: No More Acting
In a flash, he took down one of the enemies, Wang Zhifan thought to himself at this moment.
Previously, when he was entangled with these two Demon Venerables outside, it was essentially a test and a form of practical training, not an all-out fight.
But now, in the Dream Realm where no one could see his situation with the two Demon Venerables, he had no plans to put on a show—his intensity was maxed out, and his combat performance increased more than tenfold.
As Wang Zhifan assessed the level of the Demon Venerable just now, the remaining huge Demon Venerable in the Dream Realm, seeing its partner suddenly perish, erupted in a furious rage.
This Demon Venerable’s body was as massive as a mountain; when he stomped down, the area was at least as large as two basketball courts, making Wang Zhifan appear as insignificant as an ant in comparison. Defeating him wouldn’t be as easy as earlier.
Seeing this monster-like being ready to stomp on him, along with its partner, smashing them into pieces, Wang Zhifan decisively used another of his trump cards.
"Life is but a dream."
He lifted the Blade of Time high and slashed it down steadily. Instantly, half of his strength was exhausted, transforming into a profound and pure conceptual slash that drowned the incomparably huge Demon Venerable from all directions.
Previously, the consumption of this ultimate skill was almost doubled, but as the Great Dream Saber Scripture’s mastery deepened and the upper limit increased through cultivating the Pure Yang True Skill, he could now use "Life is but a dream" twice in succession, doubling his combat capability without exaggeration.
As this ultimate slash descended, the Demon Venerable, massive enough to block out the sky and the sun, immediately stalled his stomping motion and lost all power.
It seemed as if enveloped by some invisible devastating energy, the majority of his body quickly turned semi-transparent, then rapidly became transparent before dissipating, turning into complete nothingness.
Only a small portion of the Demon Venerable’s skull stubbornly persisted, resisting Wang Zhifan’s ultimate move, retaining its corporeal form and crashing to the Dream Realm ground, forming a wreckage the size of a truck in front of Wang Zhifan.
This situation was beyond Wang Zhifan’s expectations.
"I actually didn’t completely break through the true existence of this Demon Venerable, allowing him to retain a small part of his corpse...
Although I undoubtedly killed him, the leftover corpse also indicates that his existential nature was extraordinarily stable, and at my current level, I couldn’t entirely obliterate him...
If I encounter an opponent stronger than him, might there be a situation where ’Life is but a dream’ can’t slay them at all?"
With the second Demon Venerable successfully eliminated, it served as a reminder to Wang Zhifan that this trial had opponents formidable enough to threaten him, and he had to adapt to an increasingly strong enemy.
Because, no matter how you look at it, these two Demon Venerables he slew didn’t seem to be the top entities in the Demon Realm; among the eight hundred Demon Venerables, they probably only counted as ordinary goods. If he thought all Demon Venerables were so easy to defeat, he’d surely suffer a major setback.
Returning to a short time ago.
On the Calamity Realm Huang Province Plain, numerous native experts were preparing to support the Dragon Maiden Mieyue Long Dao, who was battling a Demon Venerable single-handedly, trying to hold off the two Demon Venerables that successfully repelled Wang Zhifan, to prevent her from falling into a one-against-three peril.
The three monks from the Buddhist Sect, just rushed out of the Buddha Light Array, transformed into the Dharma body form of a Buddhist Vajra. This gigantified state could, on one hand, enhance their charging speed; on the other, it was suitable for direct clashes, meeting their upcoming combat requirements.
Qingfeng from the Confucian Sect was also prepared with support methods. While quickly approaching the target position, the vast literary aura flowing through his body continually transferred to the folding fan in his hand, brewing a formidable attack.
Although he, as a man of the Confucian Sect, hadn’t cultivated any strong Dharma bodies—as Confucians weren’t skilled at that— he was exceptionally proficient in various methods constructed on the foundation of the grand literary aura, several of which suited the current scenario perfectly.
In his estimation, the means he was about to employ could restrict the two out-of-control Demon Venerables for at least one breath of time, enough for Mieyue Long Dao to escape the encirclement, and enough for him to leave after unleashing his technique— "a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall" had always been his guiding principle.
But just as the two groups of experts were about to approach and truly strike at the enemy, a sudden change occurred. The two Demon Venerables unexpectedly disappeared from their sight instantly, catching them off guard and forcing them to alertly survey their surroundings.
"Be careful! The Demon Venerable is certainly playing tricks!"
"Quickly, find their traces!"
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No one understood what had just transpired fully. Even though they perceived Wang Zhifan’s return and his strike at the two Demon Venerables, they did not immediately associate the disappearance of the Demon Venerables with Wang Zhifan.
The reason for this primarily lay in the different perspectives. Wang Zhifan’s Dream Transformation Grand Thousand technique had very distinct target and range indications when activated; only he and the targeted enemy could see the scene where the world was severed. Coupled with the instantaneous nature of the process, unless others had sufficiently keen perception or were informed about the Dream Transformation Grand Thousand, they couldn’t easily relate to this aspect.
But these native experts were no fools. When they investigated and couldn’t find the traces of the two Demon Venerables, and quickly noticed Wang Zhifan’s absence, they naturally connected the previous situation with Wang Zhifan, suspecting that the Demon Venerable or some power expert used special combat techniques.
Thus, both groups quickly rallied around the battle formation of Mieyue Long Dao. It seemed like a great opportunity for everyone to unite and attack the remaining Demon Venerable collectively, yet for the time being, no one acted, all standing afar observing the battle.
The three monks from the Buddhist Sect, however, effortlessly dealt with Demon Generals wandering into their vicinity, somewhat easing the disciples’ pressure on the broader battlefield, but their gaze remained focused on Mieyue Long Dao’s battle.
At this moment, Mieyue Long Dao was no longer in her initial veiled form.
Her black cloth face veil had long been lost in the fierce battle with the Demon Venerable, revealing a young and beautiful face.
The black fitted uniform on her body also bore many bloodstains, yet appeared not to have suffered particularly grave injuries.
The blood-red dual sabers in her hands likewise lost their initial charm; one blade was slightly bent, while the other’s edge was severely nocked, its sharpness comparable to a fire poker.
However, these unfavorable circumstances did not affect her ability to continue fighting, nor implied that she was at a disadvantage.
Her condition appeared dire, and the Demon Venerable she battled was equally in a sorry state.
At this moment, this Demon Venerable had, besides being scarred by many blade wounds, very deep ligature marks, as if he, towering at least ten floors high, had been fiercely bound by something terrifying, almost severing him into pieces.
The battle remained a deadlock, challenging to resolve!
Under the watchful eyes of several major experts surrounding, this Demon Venerable’s slender silhouette suddenly became erratically elusive. He conjured numerous phantoms in a peculiar manner, all of which, following different trajectories, aimed to encircle the Dragon Maiden Mieyue Long Dao!
This encirclement wasn’t just physical; all onlookers could see layers of different illusions forming within the encircling circle—some like fiery hells, some resembling endless forests of bones, others as dark as ink exuding eerie energy, all overlaying on the Dragon Maiden, trapping her within.
"Does the Demon Venerable summon the Boundless Purgatory power of the Demon Realm? Mieyue is in trouble now; we’re helpless even if we want to assist."
One of the high monks sighed softly upon seeing this.
It seemed unlikely for Mieyue Long Dao to escape from such a predicament unscathed; if this girl possessed transcendent power, it might be doable—charging through might have been possible since a counterfeit Boundless Purgatory struggles to trap transcendent cultivators.
But the problem was that this girl was still only at the Innate Realm, and even if at its peak, the essential gap remained.
Once she was lost within, she’d be doomed to endless suffering, inevitably being drawn into the true Boundless Purgatory by the Demon Venerable.
Even worse, rescuing her was impossible for others presently.
Boundless Purgatory was renowned for being boundless; outsiders entering couldn’t find her, no matter the strength of their perception. Even a Sacred Saint of the demons wouldn’t grasp the situation fully; only by breaking through layers of obstacles herself could she escape.