Battle Power Sharply Diminished

Chu Mu stood with his saber in hand, his face deathly pale.

Though he had the power of heaven and earth bolstering him, the source of this strike's power had ultimately not been that power, but his Blade Intent—an unprecedented fusion of Blade Intents! A moment of divine inspiration had forged this strike, but it had also nearly drained every last bit of his Blade Intent...

Fortunately, the strike had not missed.

After that ambush, he had slain another demon!

Without that demon's restraint, his battle with this special Demon Magic Dharma Body...

Would no longer be constrained by anything external! Chu Mu raised his head and looked toward the Demon Magic Dharma Body, now some distance away. It stood a hundred zhang tall, its entire body covered in dense, writhing tentacles.

Only, across its chest was a vast blank patch, as though a great swath of tentacles had been harvested away. Nothing remained there but densely packed, sharp white fangs. Countless fleshy tendrils grew and split apart, layers of slime surged and swelled, bubbles occasionally rising to the surface. One glance was enough to make one nauseous.

At that moment, the Divine Soul Blade, which had nearly run dry, suddenly trembled for no apparent reason. A terrifying shudder erupted in his heart.

A thick aura of death instantly descended, blotting out the sky and covering him completely.

He struggled to look up. In his field of vision, nothing else remained—only a long spear plunging swiftly from above.

Wherever the spearhead passed, vast stretches of space shattered. Even the chaotic spatial currents could not affect it in the slightest. It was unstoppable, as though it could pierce through heaven and earth! In that instant, Chu Mu felt his entire body stiffen. Under the suppression of that terrifying aura, even his