With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal-Chapter 839 - 615: Expedition, Soul Mountain, Death Intention!
Silver-white dotted lines flickered and intertwined around the eyeball, pulling and extinguishing the soul with an unexplainable force.
In a flash of thought, the eyeball was sliced into billions of dust particles, turning into nothingness...
Burning Steel stared fiercely at the disappearing light tail of the dotted lines, eyes blazing with rage.
But dared not move, only waiting for these "threads" to disappear first.
The power of dimensions...
Burning Steel’s expression was grim. The backup left by the Father God indeed couldn’t be used in the human realm.
Damn dimensions!
Damn Fang Jianxing!
Both gigantic and minuscule, thirty meters tall.
Boundless force, wielding mighty Divine Power.
Is this being truly a naturally weak Blue Star upright ape, not a birth-strong species of another race?
Such a sorcerous opponent, does Fang Jianxing really think this is a random door where anyone could be sent into the banner?
For a moment, Burning Steel cursed Fang Jianxing aloud.
Apparently, it forgot it was the one who personally told the other party.
Below the fourth rank, the more the better, the more the merrier, just send them into the Red Refining Banner...
Now it’s too late to say anything.
Burning Steel could only hope that Meng Chuan didn’t have its means of healing injuries, in poor condition.
Otherwise...
...
Boom——!
The ground waves trembled, the dome swayed as if about to collapse.
The rocky peaks were all crushed into debris clouds, rolling down from the passageway.
As the dust stung the ground, a gigantic figure descended accordingly.
The left fist was as black as dark steel, about to collide face-to-face with Burning Steel!
Who else could it be but Meng Chuan?
The air pressure wrapped in dust flew backward like a tidal wave, making Burning Steel’s cheeks collapse inward.
The rough corneal layer of the face was hammered into a smooth purple surface paste.
Burning Steel’s figure was thrown to the corner of the wall, head and neck extending to spit out a fire wall in blockade, cursing furiously at the same time!
"Damn it, stop fighting! I’ll let you out, okay!"
Meng Chuan didn’t believe it.
"No way, you killed my beloved pet, you must pay with your life!"
The Celestial Demon was cunning, he was worried it would play tricks during the "space teleportation" process.
By then, it would be difficult to guard against.
Killing it before leaving is the safest option.
Even though maintaining consciousness after final liberation is limited.
But killing it shouldn’t take too long!
Meng Chuan unleashed full strength, with no holding back.
A gigantic body wrapped in a starry armor, golden-white thunder armor, a black membrane from the earth veins, and chaotic multicolored divine light!
The physical body, blessed by all kinds of powers, was invincible, bursting through the fire wall, with undisguised murderous intent in his eyes!
The tail tip turned to bone, held again in the palm, making Burning Steel hop in anger and curse aloud, unable to control his native tongue from slipping out.
"I am the direct lineage of the Purgatory Divine Master, a chosen of purgatory! Blue Star beast, how dare you! Wait for my Father God to..."
"What chosen divine brat, cosmic little bastard, screw your mom!"
Meng Chuan from afar launched a demonic black dragon wave, immediately retorted with a native curse, his fist blade angered, becoming even heavier.
"Waaah yaa yaa yaa!"
The remaining spirits were all sucked into Burning Steel’s mouth, with its bone sword upside-down, advancing head-on.
The cavern was filled with fire and darkness, lightning intersecting and bursting.
The two figures broke through the tunnel, soaring again to the dark red sky.
Countless ghost-like spirit creatures surrounded Meng Chuan, continuously assaulting and tearing.
Yet he didn’t care, just fiercely beat Burning Steel, the enormous Qi strength like an undersea whirlpool, grinding the surrounding obstructive little demons and shale and sand to powder, along with a gust blasting Burning Steel.
Black air was eerie, and Burning Steel, forced with no choice, reopened "Indissoluble Bone".
However, with limited Divine Power, its current state was severely damaged, only able to activate a semi-complete form covering the head and chest.
After dozens of collisions with Meng Chuan, Burning Steel panted heavily.
It clutched the sword with both hands to take another heavy fist like a drum, roaring frequently, echoing throughout the heavens.
Meng Chuan was not doing much better, already controlling his figure, shrinking back to five meters.
His strength and explosiveness weakened significantly, allowing Burning Steel to catch a breath.
As his rationality gradually faded, he had to continue lowering the limit of liberation.
To avoid a second battle with the Heart Demon when leaving this Red Refining Banner...
The current situation, superficially, he had the upper hand, beating the Little Dragon Man violently, but in reality, it was not advisable to drag it out.
Not long after, while fighting, Meng Chuan noticed something off.
Very off!
He had "White Thunder" entwined, constantly healing injuries, Burning Steel seemingly had similar means, and more enduring.
The fist blade fell, almost cleaving its skull in two.
Yet those fluorescent-like souls scattered and were able to quickly mend wounds.
No matter how swift Meng Chuan’s offensive, it could only injure but not kill!
The figure had already shrunk to 20 meters, and within Meng Chuan’s body, the accumulating "fire poison" capable of harming souls was increasingly many.
The golden elephant god, to expel the poison, almost turned black-purple, also nearing its limit.
Realizing this, Meng Chuan had already guessed what was causing trouble.
What Burning Steel and the Dragon Demon mentioned earlier, its final godly power—soul absorption.
The countless spirits of dry bones provided it with healing, constantly recovering injuries.
A large number of fluorescent halos surrounded it, continuously entering to repair, both fighting and regenerating, just like an undying cockroach.
Damn!
This so-called chosen one is indeed not comparable to ordinary Celestial Demons.
With three Divine Powers upon it, perhaps most talents of the same realm in his nation would not withstand a single move from him.
Didn’t expect to encounter this...
Seeing Burning Steel’s regenerative ability, Meng Chuan began pondering how to deal with the situation ahead.
He had enough energy to unleash a stellar obliteration, to see if he could find the right opportunity to one-punch finish the opponent.
Or, Meng Chuan felt it necessary to consider negotiating a truce...
Burning Steel watched Meng Chuan shrink alongside itself, suddenly realizing the profound intricacies.
