Biochemical Martial Arts: Supreme Heavenly Venerate
Chapter 955 - 784: The Tremor of the Bloodline (Three-in-one requesting monthly votes)_3

The flames madly licked at the black vortex, trying to disperse it, both sides eroding each other, intertwining fire and darkness to form a strange and terrifying scene.

Situ Leng, with the help of Wu Wushuang, finally broke free from the shackles of the Power of Silence, but his face was as pale as paper, his breath weak. The thirty-six pieces of metallic wings behind him shattered inch by inch, the blade-like feathers turning into rust fragments under the Power of Silence.

Wu Wushuang's expression was grave, beads of sweat as large as beans rolling down his forehead. He suddenly shouted, actually spitting out a mouthful of Essence Blood.

The power of flame he erupted with became even stronger. The knife shadow not only turned into light invisible to the naked eye but seemed to have life, shuttling through the black vortex and chaotic flow of time and space. The trajectory of the knife light was like an antelope hanging its horns, elusive, yet it still couldn't break through the temporal reverse flow of the Liao's First Divine Envoy.

Below, Skull Mechanic Heavenly Monarch Li Guchan, who was already in a bitter battle, couldn't help but glance at the three who were already in a desperate situation.

"Mechanical God · Heavenly Craftsmanship!"

Li Guchan shouted loudly, and the 360 mechanical puppets under his control suddenly self-destructed simultaneously. The gears and bearings fragments flying in the sky formed a massive mechanical cube in the air, with every part in place, operating precisely.

At this moment, everyone recognized it as the form of the "God of All Machines" from the Mechanical God Temple, but its size was much smaller. As the blood spilling from Li Guchan's seven orifices merged into it, the mechanical cube's parts flipped over, then three bronze arms extended, grasping towards Divine Sword Dharma King Shi Jue, Heavenly Blade Dharma King Wu Wushuang, and Hundred Wings Saber King Situ Leng.

The powerful Vajra and enhancement of the 'God of All Machines,' order and precision, divine power, and protection transformed into a golden shield that firmly shielded the three.

Li Guchan's Battle Dragon 'Titanium Gold Imperial Mechanism' let out an angry roar, flying up with the power augmentation from the 'God of All Machines,' crashing headlong at the Liao's Third Divine Envoy.

The mechanical parts emitted a buzzing sound, and the sharp noise from the collision of forces between the two sides even broke through the Silent Annihilation Field, causing the many Martial Cultivators battling below to frown deeply, painfully covering their ears.

Li Weiliang in the distance witnessed this scene and sighed softly.

She raised her hand, using the blade-sharp edge of the Seven Illusion Heavenly Feather to cut her fingertip, a few drops of crimson Blood Pearl vaporized in the thunder, transforming into a blood mist that merged into the feathers of the Seven Illusion Heavenly Feather.

This was her seventh time burning Essence Blood to activate the Divine Artifact.

At this moment, her Divine Thought seemed shrouded in an invisible fog, fatigue surging like a tide, making it nearly impossible for her to hold on. Every activation of the Divine Artifact further weakened her body and made her Primordial Spirit more unstable.

However, Li Weiliang had no choice. Her Spiritual Sense acutely detected that the Great Wei's First Divine Envoy was traversing the void at an extremely fast speed, about to arrive at the battlefield. She could only grit her teeth, further stimulating her blood's True Yuan and Primordial Qi, preparing to face the imminent battle.

As the Seven Illusion Heavenly Feather blossomed in her palm, the Great Wei's First Divine Envoy's Divine Artifact, "Void Night," was already suspended in the sky. It was a spear exuding a black aura, the surface of the spear covered with mysterious black cracks through which the Conceptual Power of "Void" and "Illusion" flowed, seemingly connecting to an endless dark Abyss.

This Divine Envoy was named Moye, whose power bore some resemblance to Li Weiliang's Power of Voidlessness, capable of turning all matter into void, or nullifying and then materializing all objects.

He descended onto the battlefield, stepping on ripples of void, carrying the indomitable power to destroy everything. Each footprint etched permanent void hollows in space, engulfing the surrounding Divine Sect Martial Cultivators in unprecedented fear.

The 'Void Night' spear radiated endless ghostly light, the black cracks seeping sticky darkness, dyeing the entire sea area into a faded ink painting.

This powerful conceptual force originating from the 'West Abyss' surged forward like a tempestuous black wave, sweeping down with overwhelming might. Wherever this power reached, space seemed distorted and devoured, and the defenses of Shi Jue, Wu Wushuang, and Situ Leng were crushed into nothingness in an instant.

Where the spear's ghostly light swept, even the cosmic laws of 'defense' and 'entity' themselves began to nullify and collapse.

In that instant, the Seven Illusion Heavenly Feather in Li Weiliang's hand exploded with seven-colored radiance, the feathers transforming into a sky-covering giant hand, tightly gripping the void spear tip.

This was precisely her Super Monarch of Ninth Realm Secret Skill—One Hand to Cover the Sky!

Unlike two years ago, she could now control this Extreme Move with ease. The seven-colored giant hand and the black spear clashed fiercely in the void, exploding with a deafening blast.

Moye's eyes were cold, the power of void around him surging wildly, and the black cracks on the Void Night spear gleaming intensely, with the Conceptual Power writhing like agile black snakes, winding up along the palm of the sky-covering giant hand.

At this moment, a layer of mysterious runes emerged on the surface of the sky-covering giant hand, which then exploded with a roar, the powerful 'Power of Voidlessness' reducing Moye's everything to void.

Li Weiliang then stepped up the rainbow bridge against the flow, with each step unfolding seven layers of illusions in the void—the first illusion materializing an ancient god mountain to suppress the spear's shadow, the second calling forth a galaxy to wash over the darkness.

As Moye's spear swept across, those illusions, potent enough to crush stars, were tainted by the void blood seeping from the oracle bone cracks, transforming into scattered conceptual remnants across the sky.