The King of Black Fog

Chapter 1342 588: Battle with the Corpse Bone Gene

In the midst of boundless divine light, Li Changzhou stood proudly, raised his hand with a gesture, and the Golden Crown returned, which he wore on his head.

At the same time, all his wounds recovered, [Resurrection] constant.

His hair tied up, he was elegant and composed, no longer possessed of the previous thunderous rage, like a deep and unfathomable ocean, refining the clear light of the moon.

"The True Dragon just lost like that." Tian Shi and others were speechless for a moment.

On the cosmic Heavenly Road, daring to throw a punch in front of [Saint·Four Generations Wind];

Outside the first Holy City, about to decide life and death with the King of Black Fog;

Behind the second Holy Temple, fearlessly leaping first into the Galaxy, advancing courageously;

All along the journey, displaying invincible strength and style, and moreover obtaining the Dragon Saint's legacy, carving his own path, about to struggle the dragon to its limit, defeat fate in the vastness of the universe.

But in the end, he still lost.

"It was a three-against-one battle, if it were one-on-one, the True Dragon might not have lost!" someone from the cosmic domains said.

"King of Black Fog, Corpse Bone Gene, none of them fought alone, yet in the same environment, the True Dragon lost, so he lost."

"All three were true powerhouses, each managed to withstand the siege of the other two, the True Dragon is truly not weak, it's just that the other two are too strong."

"Whom do you think is stronger, Corpse Bone Gene or King of Black Fog?"

"Corpse Bone Gene, undying, stands in an invincible position, no matter what, won't lose."

"King of Black Fog can resurrect, even if Corpse Bone Gene and True Dragon join forces, they can't annihilate him, now with only Corpse Bone Gene left, what can he do?"

"I wonder if we will see a 'false victory'.

"Coming all this way, so difficult, King of Black Fog never used it, I don't believe he will use it in a one-on-one fight."

"One's undying, the other's immortal, I'm eagerly anticipating who will be superior!"

"Pay close attention, this kind of grand battle can allow us cultivators to comprehend for a lifetime, gaining unimaginable benefits."

Under everyone's expectations, King of Black Fog, Corpse Bone Gene, Tian Shi, Tian Niu, Heavenly Talisman, Tian Dan - six people, walked out of the tenth Holy Temple.

The path to the eleventh Holy Temple was raining.

Standing at the exit of the tenth Holy Temple, Tian Shi extended his hand to catch three drops of rain.

"Hmm?" Tian Shi's hand sank, surprisingly struggling a bit with one hand.

The three drops of rain hovered in his palm, upon closer inspection, they weren't raindrops, but clearly three stars.

One orange-red, one blue, one purple, all were constant stars.

"Could it be," Tian Dan looked up, gazing towards the starlit rain road ahead, "each raindrop is a star?"

Tian Niu raised his hand, grabbed a handful of rain in his palm, spread it out, and more than twenty constant stars swirled in his giant hand.

The cosmic domains fell silent.

"My heavens, a single drop of rain is actually a star!"

"Doesn't that mean a single raindrop could destroy us?"

"Certainly! This is a constant star! Dozens, hundreds, tens of thousands, it's nothing to powerhouses like King of Black Fog, but this—"

The distance between the Holy Temples: seventy-two light years.

Heavenly Talisman observed for a moment, then finally shook his head: "The space and time here are chaotic, all displacement divine skills are interfered with, they can be used but are extremely dangerous, possibly sending you to the past, or maybe to the future; might return to the first Holy Temple, or directly back to the current world."

"In other words, to avoid accidents, we can only rely on speed to traverse?" Tian Niu asked.

"But no matter how fast, reaching light speed, it would still take seventy-two years." Tian Dan said.

The Holy City has only been open for about ten years, and this level would take seventy-two years?

Not that seventy-two years is terribly long, Immortals don't consider seventy-two years much, just the span of a mortal life, especially for them who are already Semi-Saints.

But earlier stages only took about ten years, why here require seventy-two years?

Moreover, flying for seventy-two years, with countless stars falling like heavy rain, ongoing and relentless, even for Semi-Saints, may not be sustainable.

Li Changzhou stepped out of the tenth Holy Temple, star rain descended instantly.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Star rain fell, hitting Li Changzhou's body, unleashing forces shaking Qiankun.

These are each constant stars, yet they couldn't shake him!

The next moment, his figure rapidly rose, reaching a thousand feet, Li Changzhou slightly frowned, feeling a bit of pain.

The beings across the cosmic domains were almost frightened to death.

A thousand feet, three thousand meters, such an enormous form, subjected to countless stars bombarding continuously, it was simply terrifying.

Li Changzhou continued to rise, at five thousand feet, he became unstable, staggered by the star rain.

Tian Niu looked and also rushed into the star rain, only transforming to a hundred feet before being battered into tatters.

Raindrops burned through his flesh like fire penetrating white paper, he hurried back.

"Almost got killed by the constant star rain!" He was still fearful.

Tian Shi and the others already understood his 'recklessness,' but even now didn't know what to say, for a Semi-Saint destroying constant stars is effortless, but standing in the rain of constant stars is entirely different.

Li Changzhou shouted, "Grow!"

Rumble!

Under the shocked and terrified gaze of the crowd, the five-thousand-foot divine body rose again, reaching ten thousand feet!

Raindrops poured down, striking Li Changzhou's physical body, penetrating his body.

Dense holes appeared, like eaten by insects, but these holes rapidly healed under [Resurrection].

In the next instant, the healed wounds were pierced through again, even his Divine Sense was not spared, riddled with holes.

Repeatedly, unending, it was practically the most severe torture in the world.

However, Li Changzhou nodded, "The intensity is just right."

Continuing further, even [Resurrection] couldn't withstand it, given the attacks were dense and ceaseless, and once the physical body was truly shattered, there would be no hope of reassembling.