Stopping Bloodshed with Bloodshed VIII

Bang bang bang!

The heavy footsteps approached rapidly. Zhang Rongfang looked up and saw the giant Wooden Figure, more than ten meters tall, casting a huge shadow, rushing towards him at high speed.

'You're stronger than me, but what about your speed?'

He instantly used Immortal Method to Ground Shrinking beneath his feet.

Whoosh! In an instant, Zhang Rongfang appeared at another location a hundred meters away.

"It's meaningless."

Suddenly, a muffled thud sounded abruptly from behind Zhang Rongfang.

Bang! He raised his hand high, just in time to block the Wooden Figure's arm that was attacking from behind.

The immense force, accompanied by the shattering of wood chips, sent Zhang Rongfang flying dozens of meters, leaving two deep trenches in the ground.

Before Zhang Rongfang could react, the Wooden Figure suddenly increased its speed, arching its body and crouching like a real snow leopard, appearing and disappearing unpredictably in the surrounding Sea of Trees, and soon reappeared behind him.

Bang!...

Zhang Rongfang was thrown more than 100 meters by the impact, his back breaking off a large Woodland.

But these damaged Woodland quickly recovered and grew back naturally.

He relied on Enemy Anticipation to avoid injury, but his speed just now was due to Mo Sang God using the environment to accelerate himself! White Scale exclaimed.

"This is the battle within the Void. You will face not only enhanced gods, but also numerous hidden dangers in the surrounding area. These dangers are impossible to guard against, so please be extremely careful!"

'I think I understand now.' Zhang Rongfang took a deep breath as he watched the giant Wooden Figure charging at him once again.

That Wooden Figure is now basically certain to be the true form of the Mo Sang God.

"Do you have any good ideas? Now that your Blood Lotus has opened and your Final Form has been activated, this is your strongest form, but you are still no match for the Mo Sang God. If this continues, you will be worn down to death." White Scale said worriedly.

"White Scale." Zhang Rongfang suddenly dodged the Wooden Figure's all-out punch and asked.

You once said that Heart Force comes from essence, and essence comes from food and drink. So, how much Heart Force do you think I actually have?

'. I have no idea.'

White Scale recalled the origins of the Human Immortal Temple; this guy's regenerative power had reached an extremely terrifying level. Without an exaggerated amount of energy to support it, such terrifying regenerative power would be impossible.

"How about we give it a try?" Zhang Rongfang smiled slightly, and a blood-red crystal suddenly condensed between his brows.

He raised his hand to block.

Bang! The Wooden Figure's enormous hand was also blocked in front of him.

But this time, it's completely different from before.

Zhang Rongfang's blood-stained robes were turning increasingly black, and the skin on his exposed arms was showing a hint of hard metallic sheen.

The terrifying, tidal wave-like force once again sent Zhang Rongfang flying, retreating over a hundred meters.

However, the Wooden Figure's right fist, from the knuckles to the forearm, also exploded with a loud crash.

The punch landed, but it only made its own injury worse! Mo Sang God was a little confused, but soon his anger became even more violent.

Using the surroundings as cover, he quickly appeared behind Zhang Rongfang and delivered another heavy punch to the man's head.

Boom!!

Zhang Rongfang's third arm met the punch head-on.

In an instant, the Wooden Figure's entire right arm, along with half of its shoulder, exploded and shattered. Countless Silver Spirit Thread mixed with wood chips, scattering everywhere.

"Besides strength, what else can it do?"

Zhang Rongfang sighed slightly, his figure flashed and transformed into a blood shadow, instantly launching a series of attacks around the Wooden Figure.

Nothing could stop his arms; his Steel Skin ability combined with his own hard-earned powerful physique, further enhanced by the Final Form and Blood Lotus.

At this point, the hardness had reached an unbelievable level.

The incredible speed, combined with the terrifying hardness of the flesh, delivers a cutting-like, heavy blow, much like a battle axe.

Thud! A huge gash appeared on Mo Sang God's waist.

Don't wait for it to recover quickly.

Thud! Another loud crash. Its left shoulder and left arm, which had just recovered, were smashed again.

Bang!

This time it's the right leg.

Then it's the left leg.

Chest!

And finally, the head!! Boom!! The Wooden Figure's head was completely blown apart, but unlike the rest of the body.

What erupted from the core of the head was not Silver Spirit Thread.

It's red!

Laugh!!

Countless Red Spirit Thread shot out in all directions, some of which grazed Zhang Rongfang's body, easily leaving streaks of blood.

But soon, the red on the Spirit Thread was corroded by the blood gushing from the wound, turning silver in a few moments, then black, and finally turning to ash and dissipating.

Watching the Wooden Figure head explode like a firework, Zhang Rongfang retreated at full speed, but soon his back was pressed against an invisible membrane.

This means we've reached the boundary of the Void.

'Is this considered dead?' Zhang Rongfang stared intently at the ever-exploding Mo Sang God.

"The external protection has been broken, but the core Spirit Thread are still there. You must find a way to destroy those Red Spirit Thread. Otherwise, it won't be long before it revives." White Scale finally came to his senses.

'By the way, why did you suddenly become so hard? Even Mo Sang God couldn't break through your skin and flesh defenses?!'

"The core Spirit Thread?" Zhang Rongfang recalled the Red Spirit Thread that had injured him earlier. He did not answer White Scale's question.

"Then let's leave it at that."

He stared at the tangled thread of the divine spirit of Mosang, then lifted his foot and walked towards it step by step.

As he moved forward, a large amount of thick, dark red blood rapidly gushed out from beneath him.

The blood surged and expanded rapidly, spreading outwards like a shadow.

It seemed to have sensed the approaching threat.

The Red Spirit Threads of the Mo Sang God suddenly stopped, abruptly changing from their previous haphazard waving to all rushing towards Zhang Rongfang.

Strands of Red Spirit Thread shot closer and closer, but as soon as they entered the blood-red area beneath Zhang Rongfang's feet, all the red Spirit Thread were enveloped by the rising blood.

The blood-red area had now spread to a range of thirty meters.

The Spirit Thread surged forward relentlessly, densely packed, towards Zhang Rongfang in the middle of the Blood River.

A large number of Red Spirit Thread were enveloped in blood, turned silver, then black, and finally turned to ashes.

But at this moment, both Zhang Rongfang and Mo Sang God had reached a point where they could not retreat.

"You insignificant mortal, do you think you can wear me down with such tricks?"

The head of the Mo Sang God had now been regenerated and woven in half by the Red Spirit Thread, and was suspended in mid-air by the Spirit Thread, looking down at Zhang Rongfang.

"No matter how powerful you are, you are still just one person! But I am different."

The voice of the Mo Sang God had just fallen.

The entire Void trembled slightly.

New Silver Spirit Thread began to emerge rapidly from the underground soil in various places.

A dense, massive amount of Spirit Thread surged towards the Blood River where Zhang Rongfang was located from all directions.

The Spirit Thread collided with the blood, constantly turning into black ash and white smoke that scattered.

"It's starting to fight desperately," White Scale said, watching the scene with a complex tone. "It's mobilizing the Life Force of all the remaining believers."

Zhang Rongfang also frowned at this moment.

The massive blood loss, coupled with the fact that there was nothing to eat or replenish in this place, meant that he was relying solely on his immense Life Force to survive.

Even with his enormous life force, such terrifying consumption would inevitably lead to signs of exhaustion.

So.

He raised his head, his gaze falling on the Red Spirit Thread at the very center of the Mo Sang God.

' White Scale, does that mean once you eliminate those Red Spirit Thread, you've completely killed it?'

"Yes." White Scale seemed to sense what he was about to do. In an instant, his mind went into overdrive and he tensed up.

"So."

A huge crater suddenly appeared beneath Zhang Rongfang's feet.

His body lifted off the ground, and he shot towards Mo Sang God like a rocket.

Spirit Thread threads rained down on him, but none of them managed to hit him precisely.

As if he had foreseen the future, Zhang Rongfang continuously struck the Silver Spirit Thread with both palms to gain leverage and dodge more Spirit Thread.

At this point, the Silver Spirit Thread could only cut a shallow crack in the skin of his palm.

The Steel Skin's abilities, after being combined with Blood Lotus and Final Form, have reached a new level of defensive strength far exceeding its previous levels.

In the blink of an eye, they arrived above the Mo Sang God.

Zhang Rongfang spread his arms and looked down at the huge Red Spirit Thread below.

"Let's end it."

BOOM!!!

A muffled thud exploded.

In that instant, all of Zhang Rongfang's flesh and blood, except for his head and bones, exploded completely, turning into a dark red storm of flesh and blood fragments that enveloped the Red Spirit Thread ball.

Hiss!!

Thick plumes of smoke billowed and rose into the air.

The mournful cries of the Mo Sang God were mixed in, growing weaker and weaker.

The entire Void began to tremble violently.

Countless cracks appeared on the ground, the sky light dimmed rapidly, and gray cracks suddenly appeared on the transparent force field that blocked the way.

"Run! Get out of here!" White Scale screamed shrilly.

Zhang Rongfang's body had only regenerated a small portion at this point, with a large amount of blood stitching up his basic internal organs and muscles.

Before he could even react, he felt a gentle force supporting him from behind, propelling him toward a crack in the sky.

"What is this!?" He looked down from high in the sky.

The entire Void land of Taixu is beginning to collapse and shatter everywhere.

Pieces of earth fell down like puzzle pieces, revealing a deep, dark abyss below.

The forest, the soil, the rocks, the buildings, and even the corpses of the former Mo Sang Sect followers all began to flicker and distort slightly.

Like a television screen with a poor signal, the brightness is inconsistent, and the details of the shapes gradually become blurred.

'Walk!!'

With a loud shout from White Scale.

Zhang Rongfang looked up with her and plunged into the crack in the sky.

With a whoosh, he seemed to pass through a layer of water, and in a flash, he was back in the gap.

That is, inside that mysterious passage.

The surroundings were deathly quiet, except for the three-tailed snow leopard pattern on the gate in front of Zhang Rongfang Mo Sang Sect, which slowly faded and disappeared.

The door has a smooth, mirror-like surface that is completely blank and silvery-white.

Zhang Rongfang took a few deep breaths. He looked down at himself. Just now, in order to completely destroy the god, he had self-destructed, exploding almost all of the blood in his body, leaving only a little bit of blood marrow for regeneration.

It can be said that at this moment, his body still looks the same, but in reality, it only weighs a few dozen kilograms.

It's all just an empty shell.

Because the blood regeneration process lacks sufficient nutrients, it has to make do with what it has for the time being.

'White Scale?'

There was no response.

"Huh?" Zhang Rongfang frowned. White Scale, who was usually so active, was now completely silent? He sat cross-legged, waiting for the gap to open automatically.

His weakened state at that moment made him unwilling to engage in any strenuous activities.

But after one minute, two minutes, and even more than ten minutes, Zhang Rongfang still hadn't been transported back to reality.

He opened his eyes and sensed that something was wrong.

In the empty, tall, and dark passageways on both sides, he was the only one sitting cross-legged.