A Hand of Spiritual Light Seizes

The bombarded ground had nearly been sheared off at the top, forming a massive crater as if struck by a meteorite. Chen Chuan stood within it, maintaining the posture of driving his fist downward as the light at the end of his arm slowly dimmed and went out.

That strike had instantaneously unleashed the highly concentrated Spiritual Fire within his body, using it to produce devastating force.

Though he had never specifically trained in it, and no one had told him how to do it, it was like an ability he had naturally possessed all along. In the midst of battle, he had simply used it instinctively.

At the bottom of the crater lay the Black Armor General, more than half his body buried in dirt. Wisps of white smoke rose from the parts left exposed.

His body had nearly been reduced to charred coal. His shattered armor had almost fused with his flesh, and all that remained were his head and three damaged arms—two long and one short. His lower body was practically gone.

Even so, he was not dead. Strands of Mutated Tissue still stubbornly pushed out from inside his body, repairing his wounds. Tentacles spread from the severed limbs as if trying to regrow them.

Chen Chuan looked down at him. At that moment, the Black Armor General suddenly opened his eyes and shot outward in a blur of black shadow, only to freeze in midair halfway through.

One of Chen Chuan's hands was firmly gripping his shoulder.

Chen Chuan saw that insect-like feelers had grown from the back and sides of the remaining half of his body, twitching rapidly. Those were what had allowed him to leap and dart about just now. At this moment, his two remaining hands were still trying to seize Chen Chuan's