Jian Chen's heart suddenly sank the moment he sensed the evil spirit's consciousness. His face became extremely ugly. The evil spirit had actually not dispersed after such a terrifying explosion, but now that the Primordial Godsilk had been ripped apart, it was impossible for him and the Spiritking to fend off the evil spirit with its strength without the assistance of the Primordial Godsilk.
However, Jianchen's eyes narrowed very soon. He stared at the blood-red figure before the huge black hole. He could clearly sense that the evil spirit had become much weaker after the explosion. Although it still posed a great threat to Jianchen, it was no longer as undefeatable as before.
Jianchen actually felt like he could rival the evil spirit right now.
Jianchen's eyes immediately lit up. His wounds rapidly healed under the dual effects of Radiant Saint Force and the Chaotic Body. However, Jianchen did not waste any time on healing. Before he could fully recover, a surging presence radiated from his body. The Azulet swords shone brightly as well. Jianchen gripped the Ziying Sword tightly with his bloodied hands, as if he had become a huge sword. Dense violet light enveloped him as he turned into a streak of light, stabbing toward the evil spirit before the black hole with an unstoppable force.
As he rapidly approached, the suction force from the black hole became stronger and stronger. It devoured stars, light, and all other resources and energy, but it was unable to devour Jianchen, nor was it able to devour the light from the twin swords. With Jianchen's current strength, he could ignore the tremendous suction force from the black hole. Even if he fell into the black hole, he could still break free.
Although his cultivation was at Reciprocity, his battle prowess had reached Godhood, which made him a god-like existence in the lower world. He was powerful enough to make the world tremble, enough to destroy the starry sky.
At the same time, the Spiritking also noticed how weak the evil spirit was. Without any hesitation, he charged toward the evil spirit with his Cloudstream Sword.
From afar, Jianchen and the Spiritking seemed to have turned into two bright meteors. The flickering light from their swords shone brightly as they shot toward the black hole with devastating power. Huge spatial cracks would be left behind wherever they went, forming a dark river.
The evil spirit became infuriated when it sensed Jianchen and the Spiritking's approach. It roared out furiously, and the roar turned into a torrential pulse of consciousness that wreaked havoc in space. In its eyes, both Jianchen and the Spiritking were only food. Since they were food, they should be obediently waiting for it to enjoy them slowly. However, not only had the food weakened it to such an extent, it had even resisted it time and time again. This was a deep provocation that it could not accept.
The humanoid figure of the evil spirit suddenly dispersed, turning into a dense, red mist. The mist quickly formed a whirlpool, and as the whirlpool spun, the essence of the universe immediately surged toward it. Not only did it absorb the essence of the universe, but it also absorbed the energy in the surroundings. It even began to compete with the black hole. Jianchen and the Spiritking, who were rapidly approaching the two resplendent streaks of light, both felt their life force become unstable. It was as if it wanted to leave their bodies and head toward the whirlpool.
Devouring was one of the evil spirit's innate abilities. Without the suppression of the Primordial Godsilk, its ability to devour was revealed once again.
However, if it was in its peak condition, the two of them would not have been able to stop it if it wanted to devour the life force of Jianchen and the Spiritking. However, after exploding, it had become much weaker than Jianchen and the Spiritking even though it had not died. As a result, it was extremely difficult for it to devour the life force of the two of them. In the end, the devouring power was unable to approach the two of them under the full resistance of Jianchen and the Spiritking.
"God dammit, it's all because of that damned bastard. He's wasted far too much of my power. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have ended up like this. I can't even devour two weak pieces of food. If I was in my peak condition, the presence that I hate and the power that counters me wouldn't have been able to do anything to me," the evil spirit roared. It radiated with a surging presence of resentment. As soon as it mentioned the bastard it was referring to, it would grit its teeth in resentment.
As the evil spirit sent out a thought, a huge, blood-red fist condensed. It hurtled toward Jianchen and the Spiritking with devastating power. The fist was extremely large, enveloping Jianchen and the Spiritking.
"Linear Lightning Release!" Jianchen bellowed out and used the Linear Lightning Release again. Lightning immediately flickered around him before his speed skyrocketed. He shot toward the blood-red fist as a bolt of lightning. This was the most powerful sword technique Jianchen had grasped right now. However, using it right now was rather risky because the huge black hole was right in front of him. The Linear Lightning Release was just too fast, so it was not something Jianchen could control. If he was careless, he might charge into the black hole.
However, he had no other choice. He could already tell that the evil spirit was devouring energy to recover. He needed to block the evil spirit's attack all by himself before getting the Spiritking to heavily injure the evil spirit. Otherwise, once the evil spirit recovered some of its strength, it would be even more difficult to deal with it. He might even lose his chance at survival.
Boom!
Jianchen violently collided with the blood-red fist. Lightning flickered around him a few times before collapsing. Jianchen vomited blood as he was blown away by the powerful force. His organs were pulverized at that moment, and even most of his bones were broken. He was already heavily injured, so now that he was heavily injured, his wounds became even more severe.
The blood-red fist rapidly collapsed as well. Jianchen had blocked the evil spirit's attack at the cost of being heavily injured.
With the collapse of the fist, the Spiritking was no longer obstructed. He charged into the whirlpool as a resplendent streak of light.
"A Will that Splits the Heavens, Illusory Sword of the Fingers of the Sword!"
The Spiritking's voice rang out from the vortex of vengeful spirits. His voice was shrill and seemed to be roaring out furiously. It was filled with madness as well as great pain that anyone could hear from his voice.
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