The Purgatory Calamity
Chapter 422 - 401 Struggling to Survive_1

Chapter 422: Chapter 401 Struggling to Survive_1

"Whoo-hoo!"

The Bull Demon Tribe Warrior roared furiously towards the heavens.

That narrow strip of pale white light waves burst forth with extraordinary alien power, revealing shattered ancient cities, fallen warriors of the Bull Demon Tribe, and fractured rivers and mountains.

As the stone axe ascended to the skies, it bore the colossal force capable of shattering the firmament, rising like an azure dragon taking flight.

There were also vivid tapestries, representing the past of the Bull Demon Tribe, brought forth by the stone axe’s heaven-opening might.

"Our tribe, destined to ascend to the heavens and arise!"

The bones of the Bull Demon Tribe Warrior cracked distinctly as his qi and blood surged like a tsunami, further increasing his stature with each rise.

"Huff!"

Pang Jian clenched the Hunyuan Ball, observing the stone axe that followed closely behind the White Tower, feeling the warrior’s tidal qi and blood.

"He must be a level eight warrior, his bloodline subtly branded with divine skills, his brutal strength earth-shattering. His only weakness seems to lie in his soul."

In the flashing of lightning and fire, he assessed the strengths and weaknesses of the Bull Demon Tribe Warrior, staying alert and ready to lend a hand at any moment.

"Huff!"

Suddenly, a colossal figure of the Bull Demon Tribe, born of ancient times and having partaken in the wars against level ten Great Demons, emerged from the depths of the pale white light waves.

His immense pupils, filled with ferocity and savagery, seemed capable of tearing gods and Great Demons apart.

His brutish, domineering aura swirled around the ancestral weapon, the stone axe of the Bull Demon Tribe, turning it into a grand slaughterous instrument.

"Puff! Puff puff puff!"

The sword lights that formed the Kunpeng were instantly disintegrated by the force unleashed from the stone axe into a shower of light.

An unflinching spirit of defiance, together with the Bull Demon Tribe Warrior’s power of opening heaven, hammered down upon Hu and Liou Youyu’s weapons through the stone axe.

"Yingying!"

The Kunpeng Sword wailed miserably.

This slender spirit sword, reverted to its original form by the stone axe wielded by the Bull Demon Tribe Warrior, was directly distorted with a single chop.

"Whoosh!"

The Mysterious Heavenly Divine Mirror above Liou Youyu’s head shone with a gleaming divine light, aiding Hu in withstanding the stone axe’s brute force impact.

"Come to my side!"

She screamed at Hu.

"Pang Jian! He’s level eight, and what he holds is extraordinary!" Hu suddenly lifted her sword and cried out in alarm.

As the stone axe of the Bull Demon Tribe Warrior paused in the void after a strike, she saw a grayish-green iron ball suddenly expand a hundredfold.

Hu immediately understood, Pang Jian was waiting for this exhaustion of strength, for the moment the Bull Demon Tribe Warrior gathered power for the stone axe again, to strike a fatal blow.

"I know he’s level eight."

The Hunyuan Ball, magnified nearly five hundred times, seemed to be a foreign star plummeting down, with Pang Jian’s myriad forces bursting forth like a flood, each pouring into the ball.

The heaviness of the earth, the flickering brilliance of stars, the explosive might of fire and thunder, the magnificence of the sun and moon.

Pang Jian’s comprehended path, the power refined in his Spiritual Sea and within his body, all imprinted onto the Hunyuan Ball, as if granting a star fragment the complete essence of Heaven’s true law.

The Hunyuan Ball swelled dozens of times more, like a divine weapon descended from the skies, smashing towards the Bull Demon Tribe Warrior atop the stone pillar.

"Hehe! Bold indeed, daring to clash with your bull lord head-on!"

The most outstanding warrior of this era from the Bull Demon Tribe, bared his teeth in a frenzied, menacing smile.

His bulging muscles, like mountains and hills, full of power, caused the void to shudder with every move he made.

He was like an ancient Demon God, his skin and pores drawing in Filth Alien Power, his mouth seemingly able to spew out the Star River, filled with an overwhelmingly fierce and powerful aura.

"The war drums sound, the great stone reaches the heavens!"

From beneath the stone pillar, emerged roars of countless Bull Demon Tribes.

For a myriad of years, they had once reigned supreme in the Demon Spirit Continent, and beyond the Star River, they waged war against the alien tribes, seemingly adding strength to the stone pillar.

Suddenly, the stone pillar flipped over.

In the void, it instantly turned into a plain of fragment land, with the Bull Demon Tribe Warrior and the stone axe now underneath.

The stone pillar now faced the other side to meet the Hunyuan Ball’s impact.

"Boom!"

A stone-shattering blast erupted, the Hunyuan Ball like a meteor from beyond, blasting a huge pit into the land.

And the fragment land that the stone pillar had turned into also crashed down from the sky with a fierce drop.

"This Human Race child indeed has some tricks up his sleeve!"

The Bull Demon Tribe Warrior howled.

He once again summoned the power of his bloodline, the sounds of the Bull Demon’s horns signaling the conquest of alien tribes resounded within his muscles, causing the stone pillar to flip and shift positions in the void again.

"Rumble!"

The stone pillar, spanning a thousand acres, made a timely flip as it landed, managing to suppress the Hunyuan Ball onto the Demon Spirit Continent.

"Join me in the heavens for another battle!"

He grabbed the stone axe, ignoring the stone pillar on the ground, and commanded the circling Ice Roc in the void.

The level seven Ice Roc obediently flew over, catching his colossal body and exerted all its strength to soar into the sky.

In midair.

Pang Jian hastily tugged with his Spiritual Soul, yet the Hunyuan Ball, suppressed by the stone pillar on the Demon Spirit Continent, could not break free from the stone pillar’s pressure and struggled to return successfully.

Seeing Flame Clan, Ghost Clan, Scorpion Clan, and Devil Scale Tribe warriors approaching on massive stones, he summoned the Astonishing Spear to continue fighting.

Surrounding a rising White Tower, Pang Jian flew swiftly with his spear, appearing and reappearing around the giant stones wherever alien tribes lingered.

"Flame Thunder!"

A crimson thunder light flashed, mixed with the alien power of both the sun and the earth’s flame, breaking through the carapace of a level seven Scorpion Clan warrior akin to the Soul Wandering Realm, assassinating the Scorpion Clan member.

"Ice Thunder!"

With a stab of the Astonishing Spear, a storm formed by ice, snow, and thunder and lightning engulfed several gaunt warriors of the Ghost Clan.

The level six Ghost Clan warriors, with their frail bodies, instantly perished upon freezing and shattering.

The level seven Ghost Clan warriors could withstand it slightly longer, but once imbued with the power of chaos by Pang Jian, amidst the ice, thunder and storm, they were as doomed as if the light of the sun and the moon had exploded upon them.

The storm’s power surged in an instant, multiplying several times, and the level seven clansmen of the Ghost Clan also met with instant, tragic deaths.

While Fan Chen summoned the divine characters "Taiyi" and stood at the bottom of the White Tower to resist the level eight warriors of the Flame Clan, and Liou Youyu, holding the Mysterious Heavenly Divine Mirror, was locked in battle with a level eight Ghost Clan member, he moved about with his Astonishing Spear, avoiding the bothersome level eight Alien Tribesmen and targeting the level six and seven instead.

In no time, dozens of aliens had been slain by his Astonishing Spear.

Deep in the void, amidst the downpouring rain, masses of dark clouds churned incessantly.

"Fan Chen, Liou Youyu, Hu, and... Pang Jian."

Ling Yimo, who hailed from the Gui Sacrificial Sect and proclaimed himself the pinnacle of the Ghost Clan, was within those churning black clouds.

At that moment, His soul body had materialized, no longer exhibiting a sense of ethereality and fragility.

His eyes had turned green, just like those of the Ghost Clan.

Behind Him, there floated a bent figure draped in a pitch-black cloak—an image of an Alien God from the Outer Realm.

That was the Alien God, Youkui.

As one of the Ghost Clan’s worshipped Alien Gods, Youkui respectfully floated behind Ling Yimo, making clear the hierarchy and order.

He cautiously inquired, "My Lord, should I summon the level nine warriors to come?"

"Several level eight warriors have already been deployed and still haven’t killed them. Aren’t you ashamed? Level nine, how can you even have the audacity to mention it?" Ling Yimo said coldly.

He looked down upon the battlefield with increasing irritation the more he watched.

Level eight warriors from the Flame Clan, the Ghost Clan, the Bull Demon Tribe, and a level eight Mountain Ghost from a branch of the Ghost Clan, who were leveraging rocks from the ground to join the fight, had all failed to bring down the Heavenly Spirit Tower that hovered in the air.

This made Him feel humiliated, experiencing a profound sense of defeat.

Youkui bowed his head deeply, not daring to offer a word of rebuttal.

He wanted to say that those guys had been suppressed by the Heavenly Tribulation Pillar in the Fifth Realm for too long, their weapons far inferior to those wielded by the likes of Liou Youyu and Fan Chen; it was quite normal for them to be disadvantaged in the early combat.

Thought he may, he dared not speak.

Among the Ghost Clan’s deities, he was far inferior to his opponent, both in combat strength and status.

Therefore, even with countless justifications and grievances, they all had to stay buried in his heart.

"Zhou Yi..."

Ling Yimo let out a whisper that reached straight to the heart.

"I am here."

Zhou Yi, amidst the heavy rain, held the Jade Ruler casually and floated beneath the mass of black clouds.

This time, he didn’t dare to remain at the same altitude as Ling Yimo and Youkui.

The apparition of the Ghost Clan Alien God Youkui and his complete deference to Ling Yimo persuaded him of Ling Yimo’s capabilities.

Once he realized that Ling Yimo could indeed fulfill his promise, he was ready to stake his life for the Jiuli Clan.

"You too are in the Soul Wandering Realm, it wouldn’t be disgraceful for you to join the battle," said Ling Yimo indifferently.

"Understood."

Zhou Yi first paid his respects before vanishing abruptly.

A moment later.

"Void Sealing, Barrier of Heaven!"

As Zhou Yi’s voice echoed, the Heavenly Spirit Tower that was steadily ascending struck an invisible barrier, finding it impossible to advance another inch.

The Heavenly Spirit Tower stood still.

"Zhou Yi!"

The forced stop caused the fighters outside the Mysterious Fog to recognize their troublesome adversary; they immediately locked in on him with their Divine Sense weaponry and maintained high alert.

"Ancient Law Sect, Lin Manhe, you die first."

Zhou Yi announced one’s fate with a smile.

Lin Manhe, at the Spirit Condensation Realm, released five Divine Talismans from the robes enveloping her delicate body, radiating the brilliance of the Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth elements.

Enveloped in the five-colored glows and surrounded by numerous symbols, she did her utmost to fend off Zhou Yi’s attack.

"Xiao He!"

Dong Wenjian couldn’t care less about anything else.

No longer coordinating with Fan Chen to slay the pursuing Alien Tribes, he activated a lightning-fast talisman and appeared beside Lin Manhe like a flash of electricity.

"Silly boy, I was just saying, did you really take it seriously?"

Zhou Yi couldn’t help but laugh.

The next moment, he suddenly used the "Void Mirror Skill" to appear directly before Pang Jian, swinging the Jade Ruler at his head.

"Space Strike Skill!"

The air exploded violently in a large area around Pang Jian, and the big stones at his location, along with the bones of slain Ghost Clan, Scorpion Clan, and Devil Scale Tribe warriors above him, suddenly turned to dust.

"Boom! Boom, boom!"

The void continued to compress as if different worlds were converging, causing Pang Jian’s body to slowly deform.

Under that crushing force, Pang Jian was in agonizing pain, feeling as if his very form and soul were about to be obliterated.

"Whoosh!"

He suddenly conjured an immensely solid Spiritual Power Strong Shield.

With a shield even more mysterious and dazzling than Lin Manhe’s elements, he desperately protected his body from being crushed into dust.

"Spiritual Power, Thunder and Lightning, Cold Ice, stars and moon, and even the earth..."

Zhou Yi was inwardly astonished.

"Chaos Sea!"

Taking a deep breath, his expression grew solemn as he said, "So it turns out, you possess the legendary Chaos Sea that can harmonize all Alien Powers. No wonder Pu Zhaotian chose you!"

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