Otherworldly Desert Dust-Chapter 454 - 409 Blood Spirit Rope

More than two hundred golden lights protected their bodies, but they all extinguished during the icy avalanche.

Soon, the group of Holy Cultivators led by Yin Zhiyu was completely buried, their lives in the avalanche reminiscent of small creatures dwelling in mountains, unable to escape the relentless swallowing of the avalanche no matter how strong they once were.

The power of a single palm had surpassed all the Holy Decisions, truly worthy of being a Divine Skill comprehended in the Realm of Myth, to Wu Hen's own surprise.

It seemed that his habit of drawing his sword impulsively needed to change. Wasn't he fierce himself?

After the Avalanche Palm swept through, the encirclement formed by those two hundred people was again dispersed, seeing dozens of people die instantly, Wu Hen was very satisfied with the power of his palm.

Back then, fighting Jiao Zhu had cost him nearly half his life, but now, handling this large group was surprisingly manageable, signifying a clear transformation over the years.

This palm also cooled the ascending emotions of the members of the War Song Alliance, and Wu Hen took advantage of the momentum to attack, first offering the members of Lishan Sect to the heavens!

"Don't think you can hide in the crowd— I can recognize you all!"

Wu Hen was extremely vengeful; he remembered clearly what these people looked like and the patterns on their clothes.

In the thick ice and snow, Wu Hen's silver Holy Breath was exceptionally dazzling as he rapidly weaved through, picking out all from Lishan Sect, executing them, then feeding their soul breaths to Little Yi.

In this battle, Little Yi indeed indulged in quite a few snacks.

Actually, the cultivation philosophy of Holy Cultivators quite matched Wu Hen's own; they used slaughter to perform essence blood baths, stimulating the Ancient Totem Bloodline within their bodies.

Wu Hen could not only bathe in blood energy but also offer their soul breaths as sacrifices to the sword, making evident use of both and growing in two ways.

It can be said that the land of the Holy Sect was essentially a huge Chaotic Scene, and if one could stand out in such an extreme environment, they would certainly be Supreme in the entire Otherworldly Desert Dust!

After a session of Breathing Control, Wu Hen's silver Holy Breath rapidly replenished.

Having sacrificed all of Lishan Sect, his old foes, Wu Hen then set his sights on Yin Zhiyu, also a widely respected eldest senior brother.

Yin Zhiyu was very strong, likely having reached the Holy Origin Realm, but he cultivated the Fake Holy Origin, and most of the Holy Decisions he mastered were merely Advanced Saint Techniques, posing not much threat to Wu Hen.

Wu Hen's true power lay not just in the True Essence Holy Infant, but in his evolution to a Seventh-rank Life and mastery over various Divine Skills. With three Fourth Rank Perception Interactions, the War Track depicted in Wu Hen's mind could vividly paint the entire battlefield, allowing frame-by-frame analysis.

Honestly, Leng Shu was very strong; he quickly noticed Wu Hen's ability and stepped ahead of Wu Hen's anticipated War Track, attempting to intercept him.

Leng Shu could threaten Wu Hen, but the rest, every move they made, were within Wu Hen's perception of the War Track, placing him in an invincible position with only one flaw—his killing was a bit slow.

If he reached the Saint Child Realm, Wu Hen's killing speed would increase several times, no longer needing to slowly handle those who exposed their weaknesses one by one, but rather killing groups with every move he made.

"Everyone, don't panic, his Holy Breath will eventually be exhausted!"

"Yes, you see his condition, he's already at the end of his rope!"

"We've heard this 'end of his rope' at least three times already…"

"He has already turned into a Slaughter Demon, do you think by backing down we can survive?"

Wu Hen's killing could not achieve great expansions or contractions.

This naturally gave the members of the War Song Alliance a glimmer of hope.

"As long as he doesn't strike with that palm again, we can wear him down!" said a young man in a red robe.

"Exactly, he entered here earlier than any of us, he must have many treasures and possibly even holds some Holy Artifact. How else could he exhibit such powerful Divine Skills with just his cultivation level?"

"Yes, he definitely relies on some supreme Magic Artifact; if we kill him, his possessions will be ours!"

In the Holy Sect, there was a critical survival rule, which was not to show wealth outwardly.

The disciples of various sects of the Holy Sect should display enough strength to deter those predatory plunderers, intimidating the vultures of the Holy Sect, yet keep their magic artifacts concealed, or else they would easily be targeted and besieged by stronger forces.

At this moment, the group of Holy Cultivators from the War Song Alliance also realized that Wu Hen must have used his most secret magic artifact, believing that if they just kept up a little longer, they could divide the wealth on this monster.

Having only the Holy Infant Realm, yet showing a fighting prowess more exaggerated than someone in the Holy Origin Realm, just how powerful must the magic artifacts he possessed be?

"His breath control is very swift."

"No, how has his Holy Breath replenished again?"

"Don't come any closer!!" the previously mentioned young man in the red robe suddenly screamed.

Wu Hen, like a ghostly charm, killed his way to his front.

In the palm of his hand, a Yin Lotus slowly rose, and before it even touched the young man in the red robe, he already felt a bone-chilling cold.

When Wu Hen slapped out the Netherworld Lotus, trails of Netherworld Fire rose like Nine Nether demonic dragons, and the red-robed man who just charged forward was quickly incinerated into ash, leaving not even bone fragments.

Although the Netherworld Lotus left to him by Liu Mengying was not a growth-type Divine Skill, it was borrowing mana from this Yin deity. Liu Mengying had obviously obtained an opportunity, and her cultivation had significantly improved over the years. When executing this Netherworld Lotus, Wu Hen somewhat regretted it.

Using a cleaver to kill a chicken!

Has my Netherworld Wife evolved again? The power of this Netherworld Lotus is almost catching up to the Avalanche Palm.

I should have deliberately exposed a major flaw and waited for these greedy fellow disciples to charge at me, then I could have cremated them all in one go. I could have slaughtered dozens of people. Otherwise, with almost two hundred people left, when will I finish them off?

As for the enemy using exhaustion tactics, hoping to drain my Holy Breath before slaughtering me, Wu Hen couldn't help but laugh.

With the Fourth Rank Breathing Skill and the Spirit Melding Realm, the Holy Infant within Wu Hen's body was completely like a small reservoir, with roaring rivers pouring in from all directions. Even if the Holy Breath was entirely depleted in an instant, it could be refilled in a short time.

Wu Hen's problem now was not a lack of Holy Breath, but that his reservoir was too small, allowing him to release only a very limited amount of energy at once.

With limited energy, naturally, he could not continuously use high-level Holy Decisions, and the efficiency of slaughtering these fly-like enemies was, of course, slow.

He still needed to break through as soon as possible.

As long as he broke through one more realm, his combat power would exponentially rise, allowing him to turn these goods into collective ash with just one punch or palm.

...

Elsewhere, Leng Shu stood in an area where lightning flashed and thunder roared, entangled in battle with the Thunder God Qilin.

He glanced back at Yin Zhiyu and the others, and seeing that they had not subdued Wu Hen for such a long time, he couldn't help but curse under his breath.

If they hadn't subdued Wu Hen, that would have been bearable, but the collective magic formation they had previously set up was also clearly in decline.

Seeing this, the Thunder God Qilin immediately turned into a ball of lightning and fled toward the far end.

Driven to extreme agitation, Leng Shu knew it would be difficult to keep the Thunder God Qilin if it was determined to flee, but he was extremely unwilling to watch such a rare Ancient Qilin slip away right before his eyes.

Hesitating for a moment, Leng Shu finally made a tough decision, biting open his thumb and letting the fresh red blood seep out.

He raised his thumb and smeared the blood on his eyebrows, forehead, and cheekbones...

It seemed as if he was performing some ancient ritual. Suddenly, his face, under the backdrop of fresh blood, underwent a bizarre transformation. Demon Breath shrouded his cheeks, forming an ancient human face. Concurrently, the blood in Leng Shu's body boiled, and during this boiling, numerous dark red Demon Breaths were released. These Demon Breaths seeped out from every pore on his body and congregated on the surface of his skin, forming a sort of scab-like Holy Scar!

In an instant, Leng Shu seemed to have transformed.

Or rather, this was the true face hidden beneath his refined and handsome appearance. His pupils burned quietly with ghostly flames, his hair seemed to have been dyed with Blood Flame, and the Holy Scar covering his body formed a fearsome yet dignified outer shell. This shell was densely covered with mysterious and powerful runes!

Taking a deep breath, the surrounding Spiritual Energy turned into countless blood-red streams, rushing into Leng Shu's opened mouth with astonishing speed.

The Spiritual Energy turned red, like interwoven blood spirits veins across heaven and earth. Initially, Leng Shu was merely devouring the nearby Spiritual Energy, like a Heavenly Demon that had just awakened, needing to harvest the vitality of the world.

But soon, those blood spirit veins scattered throughout heaven and earth turned into thick ropes, flying towards the members of the War Song Alliance who were battling Wu Hen without warning...

A member of the Qiujiang Sect was casting a spell, trying to crush Wu Hen with a mountain using Holy Breath, but as he gathered his Holy Breath, the Blood Spirit Rope flew towards him and fiercely strangled his neck!

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This member of the Qiujiang Sect, donned in purple robes, didn't know what the Blood Spirit Rope was. As he struggled fervently, the rope violently pierced through his throat.

There was no hole in his throat; the Blood Spirit Rope, like a soul chain, could pass directly through a person's body. However, what terrified the Qiujiang Sect member was that the Blood Spirit Rope pierced straight into his Dantian from his throat, and, unbelievably, it even pierced into the Holy Child within his body!

It was like a terrifying leech burrowing into the skull of the Holy Child inside his body, then it began to suck greedily!!

The golden light on the internal Holy Child began to dim.

The breath within the Holy Child started to wane.

The physique of the Holy Child shriveled, and even more inconceivably, the Holy Child began to devolve, from a plump Holy Child decomposing back to a Holy Infant, and then further regressing towards a Holy Embryo...

All Holy Breath was sucked out, leaving nothing behind, and the entire Holy Child Spirit Shell was reduced to a lifeless ordinary fetus. GameManager