Generals Feng and Duan felt they had narrowly escaped death, wiping sweat profusely. Later, seeing Mo Qi's deep worry, they couldn't help but be infected, gazing at the distant sky in a daze. "Perhaps it is time to cast aside the grudges between humans, gods, demons, earthlings, and beasts. Only by uniting against a common enemy can we hope to destroy the invaders."
Mo Qi gave him a thumbs-up. "Insightful."
At this moment, a ripple of disturbance occurred in the air, as if a powerful and sharp weapon was tearing through layers of space, ripping the air to shreds. The entire space trembled.
All of them felt a jolt in their hearts simultaneously. Such an aura was definitely not something an ordinary person could possess.
They looked around in a flurry, searching for the uninvited guest.
Mo Qi's gaze remained fixed on the space directly in front of him, unwavering.
At this point, a few zhang away in front of him, a section of the air gradually thickened, like a pale scroll being painted black. A black figure then materialized, appearing as a bas-relief carved into the air.
The silhouette of the black figure was very clear. His clothes were black, and every inch of his skin was also black. The black skin was divided by countless lines, as if it were pieced together from numerous irregularly shaped flesh segments.
However, upon closer inspection, these segments, though initially perceived as flesh, were not. Mo Qi looked carefully and felt they resembled masses of liquid, still gently swaying.
His eyes lacked whites and pupils; they were complete black masses.
Therefore, whether the person before them was truly human or not was a perplexing matter.
Yet, the facial contours outlined a familiar resemblance.
But the deathly aura emanating from him felt profoundly alien.
As Mo Qi was racking his brain trying to recall where he had seen this figure before, Xiang Lan suddenly emerged from somewhere and lunged towards the black shadow, crying out, "Ah Sheng, is that you? How did you become like this?"
Mo Qi looked again more closely. It was Dugu Sheng, indeed Dugu Sheng.
Seeing Xiang Lan rush towards him, Dugu Sheng irritably kicked out, sending Xiang Lan flying.
Xiang Lan struggled weakly, unable to rise.
The force of that kick had nearly taken her life.
The irregular skin segments on Dugu Sheng's body rippled, seeming as if they were about to flow out. Mo Qi suddenly felt a sense of familiarity.
Murong Yanran said, "Do they not resemble that thing?"
Mo Qi also instantly reacted. It was somewhat like the things that emerged from people controlled by the charm in their final moments.
At this, Dugu Sheng glanced at Mo Qi with his emotionless eyes and roared arrogantly, "Mo Qi, the few days I have left are entirely thanks to you." He then swept his gaze over Murong Yanran, General Feng, and General Duan. "The same goes for you. Initially, there was only one black line on your body, but later there will be more and more. At a certain point, you will transform into their likeness."
Murong Yanran, General Feng, and General Duan were petrified, feeling as if the sky was about to collapse.
Dugu Sheng continued, "But it's alright. It will bring you power, bring you strength. Let me show you what true strength is."
As he spoke, Dugu Sheng suddenly lunged at Mo Qi, his body expanding rapidly. In an instant, his fist covered the sky, striking Mo Qi with a world-ending blow. Mo Qi, seeing the momentum, which seemed to devour the heavens and earth and was unstoppable, could only shift his body to evade it.
That world-shattering punch landed on the ground without suspense. Smoke billowed from the ground, and before a massive crater could even be revealed, Dugu Sheng's colossal body had already moved away.
He sensed Mo Qi's presence tens of miles away and then soared into the air, pursuing him like a shadow. With a mere flicker of thought, his form became incredibly small again, like a wisp of black smoke, darting rapidly through the air, flowing swiftly.
Mo Qi unleashed his Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, his body enveloped in divine light as he moved at extreme speed.
To Dugu Sheng, it appeared as if Mo Qi was fleeing. In reality, Mo Qi was accumulating the power of the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts. The Eight-Nine Arcane Arts were not merely arts of transformation; they could also accumulate power through endless transformations.
While other divine abilities depleted divine power during flight, the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts accumulated power.
However, Dugu Sheng's speed was too great, preventing Mo Qi from fully unleashing his Eight-Nine Arcane Arts before being swept back to his original form. The technique was quickly broken.
At this, Dugu Sheng once again swung his fist at Mo Qi, resembling the attack of a powerful body cultivator.
Seeing that he could not block it, Mo Qi took to the clouds again.
Dugu Sheng pursued him once more. In a moment, he knocked Mo Qi to the ground again, then raised his fist to strike.
This repeated cycle made Mo Qi feel that his opponent was toying with him. If this continued, even if he wasn't killed, he would surely be tormented to death.
Dugu Sheng, having gained the upper hand, began to laugh maniacally. "How is it? Do you feel invincible now that you're a Great Luo Golden Immortal? Hahaha, you're still far from it. True strength is like mine, immortal and indestructible, growing stronger against stronger opponents. I have no cultivation, but I have infinite firepower. You just wait to receive my thunderous wrath."
Hearing this, Mo Qi's curiosity was piqued. At a certain moment, he managed to check Dugu Sheng's cultivation, and the result sent a chill down his spine – he truly had no cultivation!
Without cultivation, how were they attacking people?
Without cultivation, where was the source of their power?
Yet, he was undeniably unleashing destructive power, and that too, a terrifying amount of it!
The two fought and moved, their figures disappearing into the distance in an instant.
Murong Yanran and the others were only momentarily stunned before they could no longer see the figures of the two.
They had no choice but to activate their flight techniques, following the traces of their battle to find Mo Qi.
After all, their fight was so earth-shattering and loud; even if they had tried to hide, they wouldn't have been able to.
At this point, Mo Qi realized that simply evading was not a solution. Finding an opportunity, he consumed over a dozen emergency pills and then summoned the Eastern Emperor Bell, placing one hand on its top. "Pangu Divine Power, Shatter the Void!"
A beam of white light whizzed out, traversing the air at extreme speed, with streaks of phantom images in the middle, like the outlines of swords, slicing the whistling white light into sharp blades. Each blade was chillingly cold, incredibly sharp, exuding an endless aura of killing intent as it pierced forward.
Ten thousand blades lined up side by side, forming a massive sword array. Sword light and blade shadows, with a chilling aura, traversed the air with such grandeur, like fully armed armies brandishing swords and charging forward. It was also like ten thousand cavalrymen riding warhorses, charging down from a mountaintop, their heavy hooves pounding the ground, emitting a rumbling sound like heavy hammers striking the heart, shattering the courage and making the entire body feel as if it would explode.
The whistling black fist, on the other hand, was like a meteorite falling from the sky, black as iron, cold as water, with an unstoppable momentum. The surface of the fist shimmered with light, endlessly brilliant.
The giant fist moved at extreme speed, tearing through the air layer by layer. The intense friction continuously ignited the air, causing flames to leap from the shimmering surface, creating a dazzling display of light and color. It looked quite enchanting, with an undeniable bloodthirsty aura permeating the air.
The incomparably sharp sword array finally met the fist with a deafening roar, as if the heavens and earth were collapsing. Light and energy erupted, smoke filled the air, and sand and stones flew.
Amidst the flying sand and stones, the front of the sword array quickly collapsed, while the rear continued to thrust forward relentlessly, piercing the black fist with countless holes, causing it to rapidly decay.
Dugu Sheng let out a sharp, piercing howl that reached the heavens, shaking people's hearts.
However, the remaining part of the fist continued to whistle forward, striking at Mo Qi.
It relentlessly crushed the sword array layer by layer, the entire array resembling a flattened house under immense pressure, gradually being pressed flat and shrinking.
During this process, Dugu Sheng's fist was also almost depleted, leaving only a bare arm that still whistled towards Mo Qi. The front of the bare arm still covered the sky and earth, no different from a fist, striking at Mo Qi with immense power.
During this process, Mo Qi had already unleashed the second wave of Pangu Divine Power. The whistling white light suddenly surged, rapidly engulfing Dugu Sheng's arm. After Dugu Sheng's entire arm was consumed, his entire body collided with the Eastern Emperor Bell.
The Eastern Emperor Bell let out a world-shaking hum, and along with Mo Qi's body, it flew backward, traversing the air at extreme speed, smashing through mountain peaks along the way.
Dust billowed, and rocks were churned up.
Murong Yanran and the others sped towards them. From a distance, they could only see the Eastern Emperor Bell flying, with a black speck on it, being tossed about, appearing and disappearing intermittently. It was like a drowning person, sometimes surfacing, sometimes swallowed by giant waves.
At this time, Dugu Sheng was also not faring well. After charging forward for a considerable distance, his massive body crashed to the ground with a thud. In pain, he wailed on the ground, rolling continuously.
As he rolled, his body gradually returned to its original size.
He continued to wail, but amidst the wailing, his severed arm gradually grew back, like a tree sprouting new branches, constantly extending and gradually growing leaves.
The entire arm quickly returned to its original state, with the irregular, block-like拼接 pattern shimmering with light.
Dugu Sheng stopped wailing, a bloodthirsty smile on his face. With a clean twist of his body, he stood up straight, staring at Mo Qi, who had just landed and was pinned beneath the Eastern Emperor Bell in the distance.
It was like a beast staring at its prey!
At this moment, Mo Qi, pinned under the Eastern Emperor Bell, was severely injured. Moving was difficult, let alone lifting the Eastern Emperor Bell off him.
Although Dugu Sheng was now neither human nor ghost, he still knew pain. Pain affected his punching speed, so Mo Qi was still trapped under the Eastern Emperor Bell. Otherwise, Dugu Sheng would have seized the opportunity to annihilate Mo Qi.
But he considered this insignificant and believed it would not change the outcome.
Mo Qi was destined to die!
His eyes blazed with infinite hatred, and an infinite aura of death emanated from his body. He sprang forward, fiercely lunging at Mo Qi once more.
It was still the simplest, most primal straight punch!