Chapter 475: Shock, Annihilation?
"Ah..."
In the next instant, a series of shrill and tragic screams suddenly erupted from within Yuan Gate.
The spatial blades unleashed by Lin Fan and Zhou Tong were dodged by each other, but ended up landing entirely upon the Yuan Gate disciples below.
These brilliant spatial blades possessed the power to tear apart even a Wheel Realm expert. The Yuan Gate disciples, facing such attacks, naturally stood no chance.
Bang bang bang!
After the wails died down, all the disciples struck by the spatial blades exploded on the spot, transforming into a mist of blood that filled the sky!
High above in the sky, within just a few short seconds, Lin Fan and Zhou Tong had already exchanged dozens of blows. Their attacks were vicious and relentless, yet each was completely countered by the other.
Under Lin Fan's deliberate guidance, the terrifying clash between the two peerless prodigies brought catastrophe to the Yuan Gate disciples, who died in droves, torn apart by the residual shockwaves.
Seeing the ferocity of their battle, many observers wore grave expressions. Across the entire Eastern Xuan Region, there were likely only a handful of people who could rival their strength.
"I didn't expect Senior Brother Zhou Tong to be this powerful..." Ying Xiaoxiao stared at the duel in the sky, her expression solemn.
"This is only the beginning..." Ying Huanhuan looked up as well, whispering softly.
Watching the mass of Yuan Gate disciples fall under the aftermath of Lin Fan and Zhou Tong's battle, the members of Dao Sect, including Ying Xuanzhi, felt slightly better.
In contrast, Tian Yuanzi, Di Yuanzi, and Ren Yuanzi had grim expressions as they watched their disciples perish miserably one after another.
"He really is a cunning and ruthless brat..." Di Yuanzi's eyes flashed with a cold light as he muttered.
Ren Yuanzi said in a deep voice, "Should we stop him?"
Tian Yuanzi shook his head slightly. "Heh, stick to the plan. We just need to prepare ourselves."
Di Yuanzi and Ren Yuanzi exchanged glances but said nothing more.
Whoosh!
At that moment, Zhou Tong's figure moved through the sky and reappeared in another section. From his sleeves emerged two hands clenched into fists, covered with black, razor-sharp armor. As he gripped tightly, the space before him twisted rapidly.
In the blink of an eye, the space morphed into a massive spatial blade spanning a thousand feet.
On the other side, above Lin Fan's head, a mass of purple-black thunderclouds appeared out of nowhere. Thunder roared through the rolling clouds with earth-shaking might.
Snakes of lightning danced endlessly through the cloud layer, a terrifying sight to behold.
At the same time, thunder began to gather in Lin Fan's pupils.
He extended his right hand and pointed toward the thick thunderclouds. The lightning in his eyes flared to its limit.
Boom!
As Lin Fan extended his hand, the thunderclouds in the sky began to churn violently. Countless arcs of lightning gathered at the center of the cloud layer before it was torn apart.
A colossal thunder hand, a thousand feet wide, appeared in the sky with a stunning presence, drawing countless awe-struck gazes.
"Thunder Emperor's Starfall Hand!"
Standing in mid-air, thunder gathering behind him like a monarch of lightning, Lin Fan's cold shout echoed through the skies, filled with indescribable pressure.
Rumble!
In a flash, the giant thunder hand descended with a roar. Thunder dragons coiled within it, and a vast, violent power burst forth.
Boom!
As the thunder hand roared downward, a massive crack ripped open in the Yuan Gate area below. Several unlucky disciples were reduced to scorched corpses on the spot.
Almost simultaneously, Zhou Tong's spatial blade slashed upward and clashed directly with the descending thunder hand.
Clang!
An ear-piercing sound rang out as silver light burst from the spatial blade, releasing an indescribable sharpness—so sharp it could tear space itself.
The collision between the spatial blade and the thunder hand created a brief stalemate.
Bang!
Then, a massive explosion followed as both the spatial blade and thunder hand burst apart simultaneously.
The space around Lin Fan and Zhou Tong cracked in multiple places from the impact.
Both of them were forced back hundreds of meters by the shockwave.
Just then, a figure silently appeared behind Zhou Tong.
The figure looked exactly like Lin Fan!
Whoa!
Seeing this, the entire battlefield was thrown into a commotion.
"What... What's going on?"
"Why are there two Lin Fans?"
"What kind of technique is this? How can there be two at the same time?"
...
What shocked the crowd even more was that this other Lin Fan exuded the same terrifying aura—it was clearly no illusion.
The members of Yuan Gate, including Tian Yuanzi, Di Yuanzi, and Ren Yuanzi, were filled with confusion upon seeing a second Lin Fan appear out of nowhere.
There was no doubt: this was one of Lin Fan's clones, created using his One Qi Three Pure Ones divine ability.
Lin Fan paid no attention to their confusion. As the clone appeared, it moved without hesitation—its ten fingers danced swiftly, and in an instant, countless dazzling silver spatial blades surrounded Zhou Tong from behind!
Sensing the familiar attack behind him, Zhou Tong immediately tried to activate his ancestral space talisman to dodge.
"Still!"
Lin Fan wasn't going to give him a chance. He directly activated the Stillness Divine Talisman within his Niwan Palace. His hands formed a rapid seal, releasing an invisible mental ripple that instantly enveloped Zhou Tong.
Zhou Tong's body froze in place, completely immobilized as if wedged between time and space.
With Zhou Tong's strength, the Stillness Talisman couldn't hold him for long.
But even a single breath was enough!
Shhh! Shhh! Shhh!
At the exact moment Zhou Tong regained movement, the countless spatial blades had already landed on his body.
The barrage of spatial blades shredded Zhou Tong's black robe completely.
But underneath the robe wasn't flesh and blood—it was a skeleton of black bones.
Those bones were etched with layers upon layers of eerie black markings—demonic runes that wrapped tightly around every bone like parasitic worms. Hideous and terrifying.
Within the black skeleton, one could even see still-beating internal organs. Most shocking of all was the black heart in Zhou Tong's chest, pulsing slowly with a sinister rhythm.
That black heart radiated an endless evil!
The demonic runes within his body faintly formed a dreadful and sinister magical lock—none other than the infamous Demon Emperor Lock!
The countless spatial blades sliced into that lock, producing a screeching noise.
Crack! Crack!
Next, the sound of fractures rang out. The demonic lock and Zhou Tong's skeletal body began to break apart with visible cracks spreading rapidly across him.
Within moments, the cracks had consumed his entire body.
Lin Fan's true body struck again—his terrifying thunder power engulfed Zhou Tong completely, blasting the demonic energy from his black skeleton into oblivion!
As the demonic energy dispersed, a faint smile appeared on Zhou Tong's face, and then his body exploded into fragments!
A faint black mist lingered where Zhou Tong had exploded, but no sign of life remained.
At this moment, it seemed Zhou Tong had been completely annihilated.
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