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Chapter 998 - 789 Battle Cheng the Great Demon_2

Chapter 998: Chapter 789 Battle Cheng the Great Demon_2

The spikes that pierced the two people disappeared, and their wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Disciple Jiang Mingda (Kuang Weiping), paying respects to the Immortal Venerate!"

Wang Zijia, with his hands clasped behind his back, paid no attention to the two who struggled to their feet behind him.

Instead, he looked up into the sky, his gaze first resting for an instant on the sultry woman in mid-air, her face full of shock and indecision, before continuing upward to the giant skeleton face in the sky and said with a smile:

"Bone Old Ancestor?"

In the time he spent on Advanced Study at Taiching Palace, he had—at the very least—supplemented his knowledge of basic common sense among high-level monks, which included a foundational understanding of prominent figures in the advanced ranks.

Among them, naturally, were the famous Big Shots of Devil Gate!

"Fellow Daoist seems unfamiliar to me." The skeleton face frowned down at Wang Zijia and said, "The recent celebrity from Taiching, the Nine Tribulations Chi Yang? Weren’t you just a Heavenly Immortal?"

At this moment, Wang Zijia was indeed empowered by a False Spirit, appearing in the form of a Peak Stage Profound Immortal.

"I hadn’t expected that my slight renown had even reached West Qiang, Fellow Daoist is truly well-informed." Wang Zijia replied with a smile.

"Slight renown? Fellow Daoist, you have been making quite a stir recently!" The skeleton face replied: "What brings you to my West Qiang?"

"Compared to you, it indeed would be considered slight renown," Wang Zijia said with a smile, pausing then continuing,

"However, Fellow Daoist, it seems you are regressing as you live longer, not to mention your disciples bullying those weaker than them. A venerable Profound Immortal Patriarch, lifting a hand against a junior who had just achieved immortality?"

"Fellow Daoist has already acted as such, and yet you ask what brings me to West Qiang?"

Airily they spoke, their auras churning all the while.

Suddenly, even as they were conversing a moment before, the next moment saw a long sword suddenly materialize in Wang Zijia’s hand, and he slashed at the Heavenly Immortal demoness in the air.

The skeleton was merely a distributed soul manifesting through special means, and it was highly likely that this demoness was its anchor point!

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However, the face in the sky also reacted simultaneously, the entire ghastly figure transforming into pitch-black mist and entering the body of the Heavenly Immortal-level demoness below.

The demoness, whose body emanated perfection, was now laced with pitch-black markings. Simultaneously, her aura rapidly ascended to the Profound Immortal Realm.

Meanwhile, the Sword Light unleashed by Wang Zijia’s true body also arrived in front of the demoness.

"Defend!"

With the emergence of a Curse Order, the pitch-black mist formed into a Ghost Head Black Shield to block the Sword Light.

The shield and Sword Light collided in an instant and then, without making any sound, quietly vanished into nothingness.

Wang Zijia’s ambush strike was unsuccessful, and the two stood against each other for an instant before their Spiritual Light surged once again.

"Soul!"

As the demoness, covered in pitch-black markings, uttered the word, the sky suddenly roiled with dark clouds that churned.

Accompanied by roars akin to thunder.

Upon closer inspection, these were not ordinary clouds but many dense Soul Fog spirits, clumped together to form a cloud-like mass.

The dark clouds roiled, bearing down on Wang Zijia like a blanket.

Seeing this, Wang Zijia’s eyes lit up, and in a flick of his hand, a Black Flag appeared.

Grasped in Wang Zijia’s hand, the Black Flag waved forward, expanding in the breeze.

In the blink of an eye, it became a sky-obscuring dark screen that confronted the rolling black clouds above.

Everywhere it passed, a vast suction force caused all the ghostly smoke to disappear.

Seeing this, the demoness’s brow furrowed slightly, and she decisively changed her tactic.

"Bone!"

The next moment, the remaining black smoke abruptly scattered.

"Crack!"

And then the ground shook as clawed hands suddenly emerged from the earth, followed by white skeletons crawling out, like an undead disaster.

But these skeletons did not charge at Wang Zijia as one might expect from a sea of fighters in legend.

Instead, they quickly converged towards the demoness, rapidly building up. The skeletons, some broken, some intact, assembled like building blocks or nanorobots to form a hundred-foot-tall Skeleton Giant.

The Skeleton Giant loomed with an enormous presence, even larger than a mountain, its terrifying stature exuding a distinct intimidation.

Having just coalesced, it thrust out a gigantic bony fist toward Wang Zijia to crush him.

Wang Zijia, sensing it early, naturally did not just watch.

He had already put away the flag, his mana surging.

A Scroll Painting slowly unfurled behind him, and as the bones accumulated, images began to appear rapidly on it, as if someone were painting something.

Instantly, an immense Mountain Giant that reached to the heavens took shape.

The moment the Scroll Painting was complete, the surrounding rocks trembled, countless mud moved, and likewise converged upon Wang Zijia, continuously thrusting him towards the sky.

With the Scroll Painting as the core, it quickly piled up and pieced together to form a hundred-foot-tall Mud Giant.

The giant, with rocks as bones and mud as flesh, Clear Water as blood, resembled an ancient behemoth.

At this moment, Wang Zijia stood calmly atop its head, like an ancient immortal who commanded and drove a colossal deity!

As the Skeleton Giant threw its punch, the Mountain Giant also moved, delivering a punch of its own.

"Boom!"

In an instant, the two giants collided, sending rocks flying and earth split wide open!

With vast bodies bestowing terrifying strength and might, the conflict made the surrounding lands quake!

Meanwhile, atop the heads of the two giants, Wang Zijia and the demoness exchanged glances for a moment, and then, in the next, they too became Streaming Light, colliding in mid-air.

Wang Zijia, clad in Armor, wielded a strange Qingfeng Longsword, his movements graceful and elusive.

The demoness, her body covered in black markings, held two bone Dagger-like spikes in her hands, flitting through the sky like a ghost in the night, flickering continually.