With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal-Chapter 912 - 633: Night Owl, Brute Strength, Flock of Crows (6k)_4
The exaggerated force transmitted from the shoulders and neck converged into both fists, pressing down on Huo Zhan again!
Whoosh!
Huo Zhan flew out.
Simultaneously, as the shadow under Meng Chuan flew out, there wasn’t a hint of complacency on his face.
He clearly sensed a black light slicing through the hundred-foot Qi wave from below, slashing fiercely.
The two forces collided, Huo Zhan couldn’t withstand his strength, deliberately retreating to disperse it.
A human silhouette was thrown, but the nocturnal owl’s avatar charged with a gun!
Danger!
Who could have thought that even after someone is beaten and flown out, the avatar can still grab the gun for an assault.
The surrounding silhouettes had their hair stand on end; Huo Zhan’s move was truly sinister!
As the crowd thought about it, if they were in the same situation as Huo Zhan, even in the same realm, no matter what, they couldn’t respond in time.
But they were not Meng Chuan.
The whirlwind roared, flames entwined with thunder turned into a twisted vortex, producing crackling twisting sounds, exploding, as Meng Chuan swung his fist, heavily smashing down.
In an instant, the soaring hundred-foot gun light and the massive nocturnal owl with wings spread wide to cover the sky still had no reaction, and were decisively shattered into dust with a "boom".
The heavy fist carried an unstoppable Fist Intent, smashing the nocturnal owl avatar, and ongoing, directly drove the long spear into the ground, leaving only a deep abyss-like hole.
Everyone was stunned, standing dumbfounded on the spot, somewhat... at a loss.
Huo Zhan’s avatar... was it really so fragile?
Smashed with just one punch?
What was even more shocking came afterwards...
From under Meng Chuan’s armpit emerged a large long head, black energy flaring like flying hair, the Dragon Demon smiled sinisterly and opened the third eye.
A purple beam suddenly shot towards Huo Zhan who was still staggering!
He’s not bad at coming up with sinister moves too!
Faced with the purple light, Huo Zhan’s expression was clearly somewhat panicked.
But fortunately, there was a trace of calm deep in his eyes, obviously having a way to evade this strike.
His silhouette disintegrated into countless black lights, merging and separating with the surrounding, as if forcibly compressed into an air wall, causing a transition from mutual repulsion to near fusion with surroundings.
At the same time, Meng Chuan was shocked to find out.
Huo Zhan’s silhouette...
Had vanished!
Boom!
The purple light missed, corroding into a chaotic large hole at its feet.
The edges of the hole were densely packed with purple foam, emitting a terrifying aura.
Upon seeing this scene, Meng Chuan became vigilant.
Huo Zhan couldn’t have been vaporized by this strike; the opponent still had Qi permeating his body, not that weak.
Then where did he go?
Mysteriously, the air began to haze with brownish-black threads, blown by the wind, scattered everywhere, intensifying into a crazily dancing belt.
Accompanied by small black dots like a torrential downpour, falling from the sky, Meng Chuan looked up, his eyes faintly glowing gold.
That isn’t rain!
Each small black dot, when viewed closely with his left eye, appeared to be a creature resembling crows.
Flapping wings in a charge, revealing sharp beaks, they rushed toward him.
Meng Chuan sensed that even at his Hard Skills level, being entangled by this group of crows would be unpleasant.
This group of crows, perhaps wouldn’t just harm the skin.
Boom!
Meng Chuan gathered strength, white mist rising again, his fist wind crashing heavily onto the crow flock, tearing it to pieces.
Pop, pop, pop...
Countless black dots fell, splashed around, like a toppled ink bottle.
Yet these black dots, upon defeat, quickly sprung up again, from all directions directly charging toward the central figure!
The black storm converged, becoming a massive tornado enveloping the figure inside.
Meng Chuan’s garment burst and scattered, disappearing instantly from the place.
In the next moment, his figure emerged above the crow flock, standing in mid-air.
The divine elephant let out a roar from the center of his brows, thrusting fangs high, divine light illuminating all.
In his mind’s sea, waves stirred up as scattered Spiritual Power within ten feet gathered under Meng Chuan’s command, transforming into something resembling a pale red flying sword, to meet the surging crow flock.
Boom!!!
Red and black interwove into a larger storm, obscuring the skies, with the surging Qi Strength sweeping around, raising a thousand waves.
Yang Yuelian looked at the scene, burrowed deeper into the ground, her delicate brows furrowed.
Except for Yang Zhaoxing, other Yang Family members were all dumbfounded at this scene.
They reacted and hastily held onto massive trees nearby, clinging closely to the tree trunks.
This terrifying scene akin to a small-scale natural disaster, is this really a Three Limits struggle?
