boyutpedia Chapter 392 Mirror Disaster (Page 12)
Chapter 392 Mirror Disaster (Page 12)
The rain poured down, lightning bolts danced wildly in the dark clouds, and the blinding flashes of electricity illuminated the entire battlefield in an intermittent manner.
Raindrops pounded on the ground, splashing up muddy water, as if the whole world was trembling with fear at the impending battle.
Haruki Amamiya and Shichiya Hayashi's figures intersected in the rain, the shrieking sound of blades slicing through the air drowning out the thunder.
Haruki Amamiya drew his sword, "Rain Collapse," its blade crackling with violent lightning, each swing creating a blinding electric net.
Wherever the blade passed, the ground was scorched black by the high-voltage current, the air was ionized, and it made a piercing "crackling" sound, as if even the rainwater was evaporated into white mist.
Lin Qiye's was completely different; his blade flashed like a silver moon, silent yet extremely sharp.
Where his blade sliced through, space seemed to be torn apart, leaving behind tiny black cracks. Rainwater was cut in two before it could even fall, turning into tiny droplets and dissipating.
Two completely different forces, one from the left and one from the right, attacked Han Chuan Si at the same time!
however--
A sinister smile curled at the corners of Han Chuan Si's lips, his eyes flashing with almost manic excitement.
"Ha... You think you can kill me like this?"
His voice was deep and hoarse, like a demon crawling out of the depths of hell.
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly raised the [Black Rope], and the blade suddenly burst forth with a thick, inky black mist!
The black mist seemed to be alive, churning wildly and instantly swallowing up the surrounding light, even turning the rainwater black.
"boom--!!!"
The earth trembled violently, as if the sky had been torn apart!
A black stone statue, hundreds of meters tall, rose from nothingness!
It was pitch black, as if it were formed from the purest darkness. The face of the stone statue was indistinct, with only a pair of empty eye sockets burning with eerie green flames, as if watching over all the evil in the world.
Its body was wrapped with countless thick black chains, each chain writhing like a living thing, emitting a chilling metallic scraping sound, as if it longed to bind more souls.
—The spirit of the Black Rope's blade, "The Image of Binding Sin"!
"What...what the hell is this?!" Lin Qiye's pupils shrank suddenly, and he retreated rapidly, splashing up a curtain of water as he moved.
Haruki Amamiya's expression instantly turned serious, and his grip on the sword tightened slightly: "Sword Soul...?!"
Han Chuan Si stood in the palm of the stone statue, looking down at the two of them with madness and contempt in his eyes.
Rain dripped down his hair, but it couldn't wash away the ferocity on his face.
"Now, it's my turn."
He raised his hand and waved—
"Boom!!!"
The hundred-meter-tall black stone statue suddenly raised its giant hand and slammed it down on the two of them, blotting out the sky!
Wherever the palm wind passed, the air was compressed into a tangible shockwave, the ground cracked inch by inch, countless fragments of stone were swept into the sky, and the rainwater flowed upwards under the violent force, forming an inverted rain curtain!
Haruki Amamiya and Nana Hayashi simultaneously unleashed their full power, their blades weaving into a net in an attempt to block the attack!
however--
"boom--!!!"
The two were blasted hundreds of meters away by this palm strike, crashing heavily into the ruins! Smoke and dust mixed with rainwater shot into the sky, and the earth cracked as if it had been hit by a meteorite.
Han Chuan Si stood in the palm of the stone statue, his maniacal laughter tearing through the rain curtain, the pitch-black [Black Rope] shimmering with an eerie light amidst the lightning.
He raised his long sword high, and the hundred-meter-tall "Statue of Binding Sins" raised its giant hand, the dark vortex in its palm frantically devouring the surrounding rain and light, as if even space itself was being distorted.
"Next, I'll send you to hell!"
The stone statue's giant hand slammed down, and the shadow of death loomed over it!
—A close call!
"boom--!!!"
Gunfire erupted!
A bullet wreathed in crimson light pierced through the air, precisely striking the energy vortex gathered in the palm of the stone statue!
Han Chuan Si's pupils contracted sharply, and he turned abruptly to the side. The bullet grazed his cheek and exploded in a hideous crack on the stone statue's arm behind him!
"Tsk..." Han Chuan Si's eyes turned sinister, his gaze piercing the distance like a knife—
Shen Qingzhu knelt on one knee atop the ruins, the muzzle of his sniper rifle still emitting smoke. Rain dripped down his black trench coat, but could not blur his cold gaze.
"Han Chuan Si, your opponents are not just those two."
Before he finished speaking, he pulled the trigger repeatedly!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Three specially made bullets were arranged in a triangular pattern to block Han Chuan Si's retreat—the first bullet was wrapped with high-voltage current, the second contained mental shock, and the third was actually a [blade-sealing bullet] specifically designed to target the Mokujin Blade!
"A mere trick!" Han Chuan Si sneered, and the giant palm of "Binding Image" swept across, and amidst the surging black mist, bullets exploded one after another in mid-air!
The electric current was swallowed by the darkness, the mental shock was shattered by the chains, and the final [Sealed Blade Bullet] was swallowed whole by the stone statue!
"A mere sniper dares to stop me?!"
He was about to swing his sword to end the battle when suddenly—
"Ugh! Seven Nights, you guys are no good!!!"
Zhang Yun's voice boomed like thunder!
A black blur sped through the torrential rain, each step creating splashes of water several meters in diameter on the ground.
Zhang Yun, dressed in black, held the God-Slaying Spear. The crimson aura wrapped around the spear tip evaporated the rain into a blood mist, leaving a vacuum trail behind him wherever he went!
"Zhang Yun?!" Lin Qiye propped himself up from the ruins, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes flashed with a sharp light.
"Hahaha! This big guy looks awesome!" Zhang Yun laughed wildly as he leaped into the air, the God-Slaying Spear emitting a roar like a dragon's cry as it thrust forward.
"【Godslayer - Army Breaker】!"
The spear flashed like a blood-red dragon!
The hundred-meter-long scarlet spear light transformed into a ferocious dragon head, and from its gaping maw appeared the phantoms of countless vengeful souls wailing.
The power of this shot caused the chains of the "Binding Image" to twist and creak under the strain!
Han Chuan Si finally changed color, hastily manipulating the stone statue to clasp its hands together:
"【Black Rope - Eternal Decay】!"
"boom--!!!"
At the moment the two forces collided, the torrential rain within a radius of one kilometer was shaken into a ring of water mist!
The ground collapsed layer by layer, and Shen Qingzhu, who was watching from a distance, had to grab onto the steel bars to keep herself steady.
When the dust settled, it was clear that the stone statue's palms had been blasted open with deep cracks, while Zhang Yun was sent flying dozens of meters away, only managing to stabilize himself after the God-Slaying Spear was deeply embedded in the ground.
“Interesting…” Han Chuan Si licked the blood from his shattered tiger's mouth, a morbid excitement burning in his eyes. “Then come at me all at once! Let me see what you ants are like…”
Han Chuan Si's sinister smile froze on his face, and his once arrogant face now looked so stiff and ridiculous.
His prized power, the Black Rope, was now backfiring violently. The pitch-black chains pierced deep into the statue's chest like living parasites, emitting a chilling "gurgling" sound.
"Pfft-"
Thick, oil-like black blood gushed from the wound, but strangely solidified in mid-air, transforming into countless tiny black runes that coiled around the stone statue.
These incantations flickered with an eerie purple light, each flicker accompanied by a tooth-grinding sound of bones cracking—the statue's body was undergoing a terrifying transformation!
"Click...click..."
The stone statue, which was originally 100 meters tall, is now expanding wildly as if it were being inflated, with the outer layer of stone peeling off continuously to reveal the writhing black flesh beneath.
The chains wrapped around his body had become one with his flesh and blood, forming sharp bone spurs at his joints.
When it fully unfolds its body, it is already a massive 150 meters tall, resembling a flesh-and-blood demon mountain that crawled out of hell!
"Can you survive a few seconds under my 30% unleashed [Black Rope]?"
Han Chuan Si's voice was mixed with the metallic sound of chains rubbing together. He stood at the top of the stone statue, surrounded by boiling black mist.
Those bloodshot eyes peered through the rain, looking down at the tiny humans below.
however--
"Ah."
A disdainful sneer pierced the downpour.
Zhang Yun, dressed in black, stood still, casually flicking his wrist.
This simple action caused raindrops within a radius of 100 meters to instantly vaporize, forming a hazy mist.
He slowly raised his head, and two points of shimmering gold suddenly lit up in his dark, inky eyes.
"Look at how capable you are." His voice was soft, yet eerily overpowering the thunder. "A mere puppet controlled by a sword dares to talk about power?"
As the last word fell, the ground beneath Zhang Yun's feet suddenly sank three inches.
It wasn't a collapse, but rather it was forcibly pressed down by some invisible pressure!
Centered on him, the rain within a kilometer radius suddenly stopped, and every raindrop was eerily suspended in mid-air.
The muscles on Han Chuan Si's face began to twitch.
“Since you believe that is true power…” Zhang Yun slowly raised his right hand, fingers spread towards the sky, “then today…”
"I'll show you—"
"What is true power!!!"
"【The Law of Heaven and Earth】!!!"
——Boom! ! !
A golden beam of light, a kilometer in diameter, shot into the sky and pierced through the clouds in an instant!
The dark clouds touched by the golden light melted away in the blink of an eye, like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun.
Within the pillar of light, Zhang Yun's body began to expand at an alarming rate:
Ten meters, one hundred meters, one thousand meters!
His muscles bulged like mountain ravines, and each tendon was like a river that traversed the earth.
His bones grew like towering pillars, and the crackling sound as his spine grew taller was like the roar of an ancient dragon.
When the golden light faded, a giant golden god, a thousand meters tall, stood between heaven and earth!
This colossus is clad in flowing golden flame armor, with ancient Taoist inscriptions on each plate.
His face was shrouded in a sacred halo, with only his golden eyes, as bright as the sun and moon, clearly visible.
The mere exhalation of breath can create a hurricane that sweeps across hundreds of miles in the air.
"This...this is impossible!!!"
Han Chuan Si's voice completely changed. His stone statue was now less than the giant's knee height, and the black chains he was so proud of were rusting and peeling off at a visible speed under the golden light.
Zhang Yun slowly lowered his head, a simple movement that caused the clouds within a hundred miles to swirl. When he spoke, the sound wave so powerful it caused Han Chuansi's eardrums to bleed:
"Now, it's my turn."
He raised his right hand, a gesture that triggered a series of terrifying celestial phenomena—the clouds were torn open with huge holes, the atmospheric pressure changed drastically, causing all the rubble on the ground to float up, and distant mountains began to collapse!
"No...no!!" Han Chuan Si roared hysterically, manipulating the stone statue to unleash its strongest attack.
The torrent of pitch-black energy transformed into a ferocious, menacing dragon.
It roared and charged toward Zhang Yun's face.
however--
"boom!"
Zhang Yun simply flicked his finger lightly.
The dragon roared and dissipated, the aftershocks instantly vaporizing the statue's right arm.
Spiderweb-like cracks instantly covered the entire stone statue, and Han Chuan Si, spitting out black blood, fell from the top of the collapsing statue.