The Purgatory Calamity
Chapter 426 - 405: Bombarding Zhou Yi to Death!_1

Chapter 426: Chapter 405: Bombarding Zhou Yi to Death!_1

Pang Jian mechanically swung his sword again and again.

Each beam of sword light that flew upward clashed with the dazzling shadow of the blade light from the Devil Scale Tribe warrior, bursting apart in an instant.

Between the two fighters, the sounds of the air exploding were incessant.

In that interwoven sea of dazzling light, mixed with their respective spells and Qi and blood, their battle was in a state of intense consumption.

However, the Dazzling Shadow appeared composed throughout, clearly not showing her full strength.

Pang Jian concentrated deeply, his expression focused, as he treated every sword strike with utmost seriousness.

Yet, just as the warriors from the Flame Clan, Ghost Clan, and Bull Demon Tribe avoided their clash and were about to enter the Lead Cloud to pursue Zhou Qingchen and the others, Pang Jian suddenly became distracted.

He was no longer fully focused but was secretly spreading his Divine Sense to understand the overall situation of the battlefield.

Fan Chen’s entanglement with the Level 8 Armored Demon Beast, Hu’s predicament after losing her two Spirit Swords, Liou Youyu being restricted by the swirling grey clouds, as well as Zhou Qingchen and the others who were fleeing in three different directions.

Even the re-emerging Ling Yimo at the other end of the sky, and Zhou Yi beside him whose aura was gradually becoming robust.

All these people, these scenes, were perceived by him and absorbed into his Sea of Consciousness.

As he fought fiercely with the Dazzling Shadow, his thoughts surged like a tide.

"Zhou Yi."

He knew very well that the great talent from the Jiuli Sect who was proficient in the "Void Mirror Skill" was the key to the life and death of Zhou Qingchen and the others.

If Zhou Yi recovered his full strength, nobody would be able to escape his pursuit.

Dong Tianze was seriously injured trying to save him, and his condition was clearly not good.

Wu Yuan, who had unleashed all the power of the Purple Demon Eye, forcing Ling Yimo to hide earlier and preventing the "God and Demon Origin Academy" from materializing, was not in much better shape than Dong Tianze.

In such a situation, whether those three Level 8 Alien Tribe warriors were present or not, a few of them would have a hard time escaping death if Zhou Yi exerted his "Void Mirror Skill".

"Zhou Yi must die; if he does not, we all will."

Pang Jian quickly clarified the situation in his mind.

"What are you thinking about?"

The slender and sharp eyes of the Devil Scale Tribe’s Dazzling Shadow flashed with a hint of ferocity.

She sensed Pang Jian’s distraction.

She could afford not to give her all and could try to probe the breadth of the Spiritual Sea of a Human Race powerhouse who possessed the Chaos Sea.

But she would not tolerate her opponent treating the battle lightly, as she did!

Pang Jian said earnestly, "I was thinking that I am certainly not going to die here."

No sooner had he spoken than his sword technique suddenly changed.

He bestowed all the strange forces hidden in his Spiritual Sea onto his sword technique, making his next beam of sword light exhibit a new phenomenon starkly different from before.

The beam of sword light instantly created a Chaos Star River!

A sun as big as a fist took the lead in slowly rising, accompanied by a round and a crescent moon, as well as numerous glittering and precious stars.

When the twisted and violent Alien Powers collided, the Flame Pool, Ice Pool, Thunder Pond, and a piece of Fragment Land also surfaced in the bright green sword light star ocean.

"Chaotic Sword Skill, Milky Way Fission."

The soft cry in Pang Jian’s heart was like thunder.

Apocalyptic visions suddenly appeared amid the fission, the clashing Alien Powers detonated the Chaos Star River, grinding to dust suns, moons, and stars.

It also ground away all of Dazzling Shadow’s blade lights.

Her expression shifted dramatically, sensing that in a single breath, Pang Jian had exhausted more than half of his power.

Unwilling to contend with this terrifying sword technique head-on, she chose to endure the erosion of the sword light, accepting lesser injuries as a price to escape from the collapsing star ocean.

Her hands, covered in silvery scales, became a blur of blood and flesh.

Pieces of the Scale Armor, which she had refined with her Bloodline, shattered one after another, piercing her palms and the backs of her hands.

She gripped the serrated Long Blade with her blood-stained hands, her sharp eyes revealing seriousness and she scoffed, "So eager to risk your life?"

"Swoosh!"

Pang Jian put away the "Heart of Winter," lifted the exploding Chaos Star River, and took advantage of the momentum to plunge into the thick Lead Cloud.

He used the fissioning Star River to break the gigantic vortex engulfing Liou Youyu.

"You two, run!"

He shouted as he continued to swing his sword.

The many chaotic sword beams within the exploding Star River were drawn out by him, one after another, to chase after the Flame Clan and Ghost Clan warriors.

His current frenzy, displaying a desperate stance, forced the two Level 8 Alien Tribe warriors to divert their attention to defend against him.

"Swoosh!"

In his forehead, another golden shadow flashed by.

The physically strongest Bull Demon Tribe Warrior, whose Qi and Blood were extremely vigorous, was chasing after Zhou Qingchen, the weakest in realm.

The golden shadow passed right through the back of his head.

The Level 8 Bull Demon Tribe warrior and the stone pedestal he stood on suddenly came to a halt.

"Spiritual Soul!"

"He actually dared to perform a Soul Departure!"

The warriors from the Flame Clan and Ghost Clan instantly changed their expressions and hurriedly used Secret Skills to protect their minds, to prevent Pang Jian from shattering them with his Spiritual Soul.

"His Spiritual Soul..."

Even Ling Yimo felt shocked.

Because she had never felt such a domineering and powerful Spiritual Soul from any cultivator in the Soul Wandering Realm.

Moreover, this Spiritual Soul originating from Pang Jian was actually filled with divinity!

It was unknown how many deities from different Alien Tribes Pang Jian had absorbed to forge such a unique and terrifying Spiritual Soul.

"Ghost Night!"

Ling Yimo let out a low shout.

At his words, the eighth-level Ghost Clan warrior halted his pursuit of Dong Tianze.

Evil light flashed in his green eyes as he held a blood-stained head in his hand, coldly turning his gaze toward Pang Jian.

Hair matted with fresh blood, the head that belonged to a Great Cultivator of the Extinction Realm of the Human Race, suddenly emitted a sharp, strange howl.

After death, the Spiritual Soul confined within one’s own head, now transformed into an Evil Artifact by the Extinction Realm Great Cultivator, stared incessantly at Pang Jian’s disembodied golden Spiritual Soul.

Focused upon by the evil gaze, Pang Jian’s golden Spiritual Soul actually felt the pain suffered by the Extinction Realm Great Cultivator’s Spiritual Soul as it was refined.

This pain, magnified tenfold, impacted Pang Jian’s golden Spiritual Soul as another form of evil thought assault.

Pang Jian instantly felt a splitting headache as if he saw his own Spiritual Soul being gnawed at by numerous Ghost Objects in a horrifying vision.

This was not a true event; still, such empathy nearly shattered Pang Jian’s dao heart.

"Hoo!"

He quickly retreated his Divine Sense into the Sea of Consciousness, preventing the head held by the Ghost Clan warrior from directly seeing his Spiritual Soul with its eyes.

Fortunately, once the Divine Sense entered the Sea of Consciousness, the pain of Soul Refining instantly vanished.

He immediately understood that only the Bull Demon Tribe Warrior, with the weakest soul, could he assassinate with his golden Spiritual Soul unexpectedly.

Though physically weaker, the Ghost Clan warrior who understood the mysteries of the soul not only had ways to ward off his Spirit Soul’s attacks but also could counterattack with an Evil Artifact.

"Your opponent is me."

The cold voice of Dazzling Shadow rose again.

The serrated Long Blade that had shattered entire lands grew visibly to the eyes behind her, resembling a massive weapon wielded by a Demon God from ancient times.

"Whoosh!"

Anomalies erupted from the blade, revealing fragments of ancient continents, portraying their splintering across different worlds in Purgatory.

The Fourth Realm, the Third Realm, the Second Realm, and even the First Realm, all appeared to have their lands mercilessly shattered by this Demon Knife.

It had also sliced through many Spirit Vein Mine Veins, fracturing rivers, mountains, and nations, leaving Purgatory’s many worlds with few intact lands, while Fragment Lands were now a common sight.

As the blade aura tore through the sky, it subtly twisted the natural laws, instantly stopping the torrential rain and silencing the thunder and lightning.

Between the heavens and the earth, within the void, it seemed that only this Long Blade existed.

With the blade light slowly descending, that chaotic, riotous Fission Star River was torn apart piece by piece.

The void, like a shattered mirror, also splintered under this blade.

Dazzling Shadow, not proficient in the "Void Mirror Skill," merely utilized the Demon Knife, passed down generation to generation by the Devil Scale Tribe, as though it had split the skies themselves.

The Hunyuan Ball, secretly summoned by Pang Jian, formed into a massive golden iron celestial body, attempting to block this blade.

"Boom!"

The Holy Artifact Hunyuan Ball burst in an instant.

Pang Jian’s Firm Cover also blasted apart.

His body, splattered with blood rain, fell like a kite with a severed string toward the Demon Spirit Continent below.

"Pang Jian!"

From the thick clouds, there came the piercing screams of Dong Tianze and Zhou Qingchen.

Dong Wenjian, having long escaped to a great distance with the help of a Divine Talisman, saw Pang Jian rapidly falling while spraying blood, clenched his teeth and said, "Pu Zhaotian was not wrong in his choice!"

"What a pity..." Lin Manhe lamented.

The Devil Scale Tribe woman, who had been entrusted with a critical task by Ling Yimo as the final barrier, had an exceptionally powerful Qi and Blood, Bloodline Divine Power, and soul without any apparent weakness.

Moreover, she wielded one of the most notorious slaughter weapons in the entire history of Purgatory!

Now that she viewed Pang Jian as the most significant threat and the primary target for elimination, it was enough to prove that Pu Zhaotian’s choice was correct.

In her eyes, Pang Jian was this era’s shockingly powerful contender of the Sword Tower, his importance surpassing even that of Fan Chen of the Taiyi Divine Kingdom and Liou Youyu of the Yuan Qing Divine Nation.

The highest regard from an enemy was an immense honor, and Pang Jian’s name was destined to echo throughout Purgatory.

But...

This name might forever be associated with tragic valor.

"Pang Jian!"

Liou Youyu, Hu, too looked down through the clouds at the figure that was helplessly plummeting.

"Swoosh!"

Zhou Yi finally utilized the "Void Mirror Skill."

Emerging out of nowhere behind Pang Jian’s falling form, he thrust the Jade Ruler toward Pang Jian’s unprotected back, determined to ensure Pang Jian’s death by his own hand.

He sensed the depletion of Pang Jian’s Spiritual Sea, the decay of his Qi and Blood.

Except for the still abundant and vigorous aura of his Spiritual Soul, Pang Jian had little strength left, absolutely no chance to use once more that sword technique Divine Skill which seemed to collapse the Star River.

"Mysterious Turtle, Pang Ling."

Pang Jian silently invoked in his heart at that moment.

His supposedly empty Spiritual Sea filled at a rate unforgettable to Zhou Yi, while powerful surges of Life Vitality also suddenly emerged from within his chest.

Strength that should not have been his, that should not have appeared so instantly, burst forth within Pang Jian.

So Pang Jian once again executed "Milky Way Fission," employing the same terrifying Chaotic Sword Skill to engulf Zhou Yi, who had been lying in wait.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

Amid the fracturing Star River, six great mystic realms of the Demon God Lamp suddenly emerged, turning the already dreadful collapsing Star River into something even more terrifying.

"Traitor!"

This was Zhou Yi’s final piercing scream.

The next moment, he was reduced to nothingness within the intensifyingly fracturing Star River.

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