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It was incredible. The Power of Calamity actually obstructed all other powers, just like Li Qi. But Li Qi couldn't be converted into a cultivation power.
Where had this power come from? The indescribable frustration was unbearable. Shi Buzhan's attacks kept raining down on his body, cracking it apart. Yet he could keep drawing on the second law to strengthen himself and repair the damage, trapping himself in a cycle of self-torment.
He couldn't die, couldn't live, couldn't break free, and couldn't escape.
When he had fought Bu Qing, he'd at least had a chance to catch his breath. But facing Shi Buzhan, he couldn't see any hope of turning the tables.
Thousand Machine Strange Performance couldn't possibly come help him. It was in Executioner Realm.
No one could help him.
He could only break through the Power of Calamity himself and see if he could turn the power converted from a whole set of Three Dao Laws' worth of the Power of Calamity into a way out. Even if he broke through the Power of Calamity, his chances of turning things around would still be slim.
But at least he could fight.
Between Hengting and the Seventy-two Realms, another branch snapped. Lu Yin's body was blasted away. Shi Buzhan split into eight figures, then fused them together in an instant. Amid a relentless barrage of blows, even the black-green flames seemed on the verge of going out.
It wouldn't be long now. This Chen couldn't hold out.
It stared down and kept attacking.
Suddenly, it stopped, uncertain.
What was happening?
In that instant, this Chen sensed something was wrong. It was as if something had changed. Below, broken branches floated through the void, blocking the view from every direction. Inside one of them, Lu Yin lay sprawled out.