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Chapter 983 - 983 502 Sinful Demon Well Endless Calamity (4000)_2

Chapter 983: 502 Sinful Demon Well, Endless Calamity (4000)_2 Chapter 983: 502 Sinful Demon Well, Endless Calamity (4000)_2 “Cough cough cough… cough cough cough…”

In mid-air, a black and crimson silhouette glided while coughing up blood. His right fist blasted the rocks that were falling from the sky, and his left hand clutched Whale King Arlington. The Saint Fist of the Magic Phoenix turned its head in trepidation, looking at the massive black shadow within the mountain that seemed like a devil incarnate descending upon the world. For the first time, he felt an intense concern for Xiadu, the leader within the Organization who was revered like a god.

Xiadu wouldn’t…

Amidst the shattered stones, Casio’s real body and the giant fist of the Demon Idol overlapped. He too threw a punch, his fist pressing against Xiadu’s chest.

Crack crack crack… crack crack crack…

Casio’s right arm was dripping with blood, his flesh torn and bones shattered into pieces.

Drip drip drip, the blood gathered at the elbow and dripped down.

His expression was blank, his eyes fiercely fixed on Xiadu. There was no sign of weakness from his injuries, only growing brutality and ferocity.

Clang…

A tiny, almost imperceptible cracking sound emerged, not from Casio, but from Xiadu. Despite the rumbling noise of falling rubble, Casio still caught the sound.

The spot where his right fist was pressed against Xiadu’s chest, precisely where the knuckle of his broken middle finger was, a nearly invisible trace appeared on Xiadu’s ethereal skin. The once seamless unity was broken, and the invulnerable body had cracked.

The most profound malice that was sealed began to stir restlessly.

Hiss… hiss… hiss…

Xiadu’s chest was leaking. An invisible, intangible substance! Eternal, indestructible! Something that had not descended upon the real world for a thousand years was now doing so again.

Boom!!!

An explosion, an endless explosion! Expansion, endless expansion.

What was but a small stream of air became vastly enormous in an instant, like antimatter. Upon contact with the material world, it could cause catastrophic changes. Casio was blown away, along with the crumbling Demon Idol and shattered mountain behind him.

Half of the collapsing heavy mountain peak was blown into the sky as if it had encountered a tremendously terrifying hurricane. Casio, wrapped in layers of intense Qi, suddenly looked around. He found himself surrounded by a starry space of blue and black, coloring everything around him.

The terrifying surge of air currents blasted the cloud layer in the sky apart.

Casio flew up a hundred meters high, forcibly stabilizing his body. His eyes, sharper than an eagle’s, were fixed dead on Xiadu! His Secret Martial Art of the Demon Idol had informed him of what was gushing out endlessly around him. Disasters, calamities, and bad luck! A collective of the negative world!

What about Xiadu? He appeared to be a person, but if one closed their eyes, he seemed like a well of darkness. The Sinful Demon Well was spewing endless calamities!

Who could seal such a devil well inside a human body?!!!

Now Casio understood, somewhat.

The vessel of the Southern Cross Secret Martial Arts, the unparalleled seventy-seven acupuncture points! If this mighty warrior of the Southern Dipper Vein genuinely existed, then he definitely cultivated the Southern Cross Secret Martial Arts to an unprecedented level. Casio had encountered an old man practicing the Southern Dipper’s Tyrant Fist with the Red Vulture Fist, who only had sixty-six acupuncture points. What level was this body?

The eighth stage of Southern Dou’s Power!!!

The pinnacle of the Saint Fist? Or even beyond the Saint Fist!?

If Casio wasn’t mistaken, and if this Southern Dou Holy Fist hadn’t betrayed his principles, then some things became clear. He used the pinnacle of the Saint Fist or beyond as a seal, eternally suppressing the Devil Well!

Is that it?!

Casio stared intently at Xiadu.

Atop the mountain, Xiadu spread his arms; the area around his chest seemed to open a great gate to Hell. A terrifying howl, like that of thousands of ghosts and wolves, surged out—an unimaginable and unpredictable disaster had arrived.

Ding!

Suddenly, a faint golden acupuncture point lit up, exactly at the central confluence point of the Southern Cross. Ding ding ding ding! Seventy-seven acupuncture points shone like glittering stars, releasing intense light, forming a massive cross.

This cross, as if penetrating from the devil’s skull deep into the body like a sword of judgment, formed an extremely terrifying seal. And there was more.

The screech of a fiercely violent bird, which Casio was all too familiar with, sounded.

Sixty-six scarlet acupuncture points suddenly appeared, instantly forming a three-dimensional pattern of a Blood Vulture Bird. The pattern exuded the intense aura of the elder of the Southern Dou Red Vulture Tyrant Fist, a domineering will to oppress everything in its path.

Hisss…

Sixty-six purple stars appeared, forming a winding path of purple scale-like snakes. Cold and extreme, like a piece of eternal ice. The will of the Extreme Fist penetrated, condensing all existence into a single, absolute point.

Swoosh!

Thick white stars twinkled, sixty-six in total, forming the shape of a White bird gliding gracefully. Majestic and composed, centered with impeccable balance.

A total of two hundred and seventy-five acupuncture points turned into thick chains linking the space between heaven and earth, tightly wrapping around Xiadu’s body. The constellations of the Giant Vulture, Star Python, Demon Bird, and Southern Cross in the sky turned into four immense patterns, the distant starlight targeting Xiadu, completely locking him down.

It was as if four massive searchlight beams overlapped, leaving him nowhere to hide. Fully exposed under the sunlight, isolated from the surrounding darkness. Impossible to divide any part of his existence to escape the prison cage!

Humming… the sky trembled thrice, and a vast presence descended.

Casio suddenly looked up to see three enormous, illusory portals floating midair, their frames and surfaces detailed with religious bas-reliefs, branded with images of birds, insects, snakes, rivers, and mountains. Among them, one he had seen before, the Gate of Mind that had appeared during the mutation of the spirit fragments.

Three gates, Physique, Qi, and Spirit.

They appeared and all simultaneously targeted Xiadu on the ground.

Crack crack crack… The first gate opened!

Behind the gate was an endless sea of Blood Qi, scarlet like a churning tide, rolling and overlapping, reaching out to infinity. The Gate of Physique burst forth with a terrifying suction force, swallowing a third of the Calamity that gushed from Xiadu’s body. Like a roaring river, the Calamity rushed in, plunging into the bottom of the Sea of Body, splitting the endless Blood Qi, and heading straight for the riverbed.

At the center of the riverbed, a segmented limb suddenly trembled.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a massive arm, its surface covered in dense, tar-like crystalline scales, every crevice between the scales resembling a well of darkness. Calamity, bad luck, and death all resided within.

Boom!

The black arm surged to the heavens, breaking through the sea of blood and turning into a terrifying meteor heading for the open Gate of Physique. However, just as its fingers were about to grab the frame, the Gate of Physique closed with a loud bang.

Despite the infinite distance, the entire Real World reverberated with a muffled rumble, as if it came from underground, or perhaps from above the clouds. Or maybe, every inch of space was trembling in fear.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Crack! Crack!

The other two gates also opened, the Sea of Spirit and Sea of Qi each sealing a section of the same pitch-black body. They nearly depleted the Calamity erupting from Xiadu’s body, then the gates closed firmly.

“Xiadu? Gates?!”

In an instant, Casio thought of many things, his pupils flickering rapidly.

Hisss!!!

Suddenly, a terrifying suction force enveloped the ground. Xiadu, embodied as the Devil Well, like the ocean tide, ended its high tide and began to recede!

Swoosh!!!

Casio’s form abruptly spiraled backward, his imposing Qi from being an Ultimate Fighter holding only briefly. The next second, he plunged downward, falling directly into the Devil Well.

Plunk, thud!

Darkness, everywhere he looked was profound darkness, endless and boundless.

In this cold, silent place, time seemed to lose all meaning. Casio did not know whether a moment or several days and months had passed.

He questioned within his heart, “Where is this…”

Whoosh! As if something sensed Casio’s confusion.

The surrounding area suddenly lit up, revealing a bizarre and absurd vista. Like a display screen, it showed several scenes playing simultaneously.

He looked ahead to find a source of Calamity, black tar heavily covering mountain ranges, teeming with dense dark creatures. At the center, the Totem King stood tall, the elder of the Red Vulture Fist confronting him!

Looking to the left, a gigantic, unimaginable volcano crater. Within this dead volcano’s vast cavity, a river of blood ran rampant, with each rotation forming a vortex, revealing the face within the whirlpool.