Chapter 493: Chapter 492: Undying and Indestructible, Consciousness Lives On

As Lu Zixun appeared at the doorway, he caught the attention of the High Priest.

Zhen Zhuoxiu, hidden in the shadows, immediately acted, with the cold light from his dagger flashing like a shooting star at the moon, thrusting towards the High Priest’s heart.

“So, the little mouse finally couldn’t resist, huh? I told you to serve as the vessel for a G-level shell, but it seems that’s not possible anymore.”

Shadows sprang up behind the High Priest, blocking Zhen Zhuoxiu’s attack with an extraordinarily deceitful pose.

At the same time, dozens of tentacles flickered out from the High Priest’s shadow, binding Zhen Zhuoxiu’s shadow.

The moment his shadow was bound, Zhen Zhuoxiu’s body suddenly became unable to move.

He could not enter the Shadow World to evade the High Priest’s attacks.

“Fear and terror breed evil, and now your consciousness belongs to me.”

The High Priest chuckled lightly, his gaze falling on Lu Zixun, “Lu Zixun, are you fearless because you’re ignorant, or are you just stupid?”

“Fog Grass?”

Hearing the High Priest’s words, Zhen Zhuoxiu looked at the doorway, shocked. This man was actually Lu Zixun?

Why does an Orange Cat’s Transformation… have to be so damn handsome?

Mechanical arms were still assembling bodies from the flesh taken out of the Blood Pool, but the other J-level shells stopped their action of jumping into the Blood Pool and turned around to look at Lu Zixun.

“Ding—Teasing value from Hai Yiming detected: +24000.”

“Ding—Killing Intent Value from J-level shell detected: +20000.”

“Ding—Killing Intent Value from J-level shell…”

“…”

Seeing at least twelve J-levels present in the room, and the feeling value reaching four hundred thousand in an instant, Lu Zixun’s eyes narrowed.

Time to unleash the Extreme Cold Moon Wheel.

In this confined room, these shells could not enter their slaughter mode.

If Lu Zixun couldn’t handle these ordinary shells, it would be a real embarrassment.

Without any further talk with Hai Yiming, Lu Zixun raised his hand and a Frost Barrier rose, freezing Zhen Zhuoxiu.

The moment the Ice and Fire Domain was initiated, Spiritual Energy surged and infused into the Night Evil Sword.

‘Night Slayer Sword’

Lu Zixun, sword in his right hand, swung down fiercely.

“Ding—Reward for killing a J-level shell: 5000 Super Energy Particles.”

“Ding—Reward for killing a J-level shell: 5000 Super Energy Particles.”

The System Prompt Sound echoed six times in total—Lu Zixun’s single stroke had slain six J-level shells.

“Not too effective.”

Lu Zixun raised his arm, the sword pointing at Hai Yiming, and said flatly.

“Oh? Is that so?”

Indifferently shrugging, Hai Yiming gestured with his hand, and the bodies of the shells killed by Lu Zixun started fusing together and gradually stood up.

“Ding—Teasing value from Lun Yang detected: +32000.”

A J-level shell?

His pupils contracted, and an expression of incredulity appeared in Lu Zixun’s eyes.

That last strike was imbued with the power of evolved Magnetic Field Control.

In theory, it should have severed the consciousness along with the life, so where did this Lun Yang come from?

Lun Yang moved his body slightly, looking menacingly at Hai Yiming: “You summon me into a mere H-level shell, are you sick?”

With a subtle statement, Hai Yiming raised his hand and pointed at Lu Zixun: “The task given by the master this time is to seek out the World Tree, and now someone has come to disrupt. If I did not awaken you and the mission failed, no one can bear the responsibility.”

He said lightly, pointing at Lu Zixun: “Him…”

Hai Yiming hadn’t finished speaking when Lu Zixun flashed into existence behind him.

Gravity Suppression slipped from his grasp, suppressing everyone in the room.

At the same time, he thrust the Night Evil Sword into Hai Yiming’s heart.

“Zi!”

Contrary to expectations, no blood appeared, but rather sparks flew as mechanical explosion sounds erupted.

Aside from his outward human appearance, Hai Yiming’s insides didn’t contain anything human at all, only machinery.

“Ah, troublesome.”

Lun Yang broke free from Lu Zixun’s Gravity Suppression and raised his arm to fiercely strike at Lu Zixun.

Pulling back the Night Evil Sword quickly to block Lun Yang’s punch, Lu Zixun felt a numbness in his palm; he had never imagined that Lun Yang’s strength could be so formidable.

Seeing that Lu Zixun had blocked his attack, dissatisfaction flashed in Lun Yang’s eyes, “The High Priest is still playing dead. This shellification is only five percent complete, and so many weapons cannot materialize. It’s truly trash.”

“Why the hurry? Just wait a bit.”

Hai Yiming chuckled lightly as the wound in his chest healed rapidly, smiling at Lu Zixun, “You have the chance to join the Light and Shadow Association. Do you want to join?”

Instead of answering Hai Yiming, Lu Zixun responded with a wave of a surging sword light.

“What a pity.”

With a soft whisper, Hai Yiming’s right arm transformed into a longsword with a deceiving aura.

While blocking the sword light, a handgun, coated with blood and flesh, appeared on his left arm, it was both gory and sci-fi.

“Die.”

A bullet, etched with patterns, shot from the gun barrel, and Lu Zixun’s pupils shrank.

This bullet gave him an extremely dangerous sensation, and he might die.

What kind of bizarre turn of events is this!

Screaming internally, Lu Zixun rolled to the side to dodge the bullet and, in the same motion, severed Cangyang’s arm with his sword.

Just as he intended to cast Ice Hell Purgatory, Hai Yiming fired again, interrupting Lu Zixun’s intention to use his Superpower Technique.

One in close combat and one at a distance were forcing Lu Zixun into a strategic retreat, putting him in a very awkward position.

He originally thought that firearms could no longer inflict damage on Spiritual Ability Users, yet there was this kind of tactic.

Able to materialize weapons, direct descent of consciousness, an undying and incredibly durable body, what kind of existence was this?

Feeling an incredible headache, Lu Zixun kept counterattacking while beginning to ponder on a solution to break the deadlock.

The best method was to buy time.

Waiting for the support of the I-level Spiritual Ability Users from the Crimson Land.

However, Lu Zixun himself might not have enough Spiritual Energy to last, not to mention withstanding the fierce onslaught of the two.

“Only one way left.”

Recalling the Puncture in the Mall, Lu Zixun’s eyes were filled with Killing Intent.

If Lun Cang was so resilient, Lu Zixun wanted to see just how much he could take.

“System, exchange for Puncture.”

“Ding—Exchange successful. Deducted feeling value of 80,000 points, remaining balance 450,000.”

Taking a backward leap to retreat from the room, Lu Zixun retrieved the Puncture from the System Space.

Puncture: A J-level single-use Spiritual Ability Item; upon use, it grants a weapon the Penetration Effect, ignoring any Spiritual Ability Armor of I-level and below, and additionally, it causes a continuous bleeding effect.

A slight smile played on Lu Zixun’s lips as he directly applied the Puncture to the Night Evil Sword.

Following its use, the Night Evil Sword flashed with a streak of blood-light before Lu Zixun, with the sword raised, charged back into the room.

That was 80,000 feeling points!

Everyone here should fucking die!

Going full throttle with Gravity Suppression, Night Slayer Sword burst forth with a light that pierced the heavens.