That violet god-fiend stood in the middle of the sea of blood, its head towering into the clouds. Emerald-green GN Particles poured from the halo behind its back like an unceasing storm of aurora rain.
Before this colossal being, Zhang Qi's slender figure appeared utterly ridiculous, like an ant trying to charge a mountain.
Unit-01's enormous compound eyes, glowing crimson, shifted slightly and precisely locked onto Zhang Qi's position.
"Heh~"
What followed was Blood Demon Youquan's mocking laughter.
The instant that sound rang out, Unit-01 moved.
It threw a punch, with no flashy technique—just the most primitive, straightforward heavy blow.
Yet wherever its fist passed, space crumpled like a cheap sheet of draft paper, collapsing layer upon layer.
That enormous, meteor-like fist seemed to cross space itself, arriving before Zhang Qi in an instant.
But at that very instant.
Ten pale-gold octagonal walls of light unfurled at once, each covered in dense Daoist runes.
This was a fusion of an AT Field and a cultivation formation—the toughest shield in this world.
Boom!
The fist slammed into the first wall of light.
The sound was not one of impact, but the wail of something being utterly crushed.
The first layer, the second, the third—those defensive barriers capable of withstanding the shockwave of a nuclear explosion were as brittle as a stack of freshly baked wafer cookies before Unit-01's massive fist.
Zhang Qi was swallowed whole by that overwhelming force.
His body became an afterimage as he flew backward, smashing through three remaining mountain peaks in succession.
The mountains collapsed, shattered rocks shot through the air, and the dust they raised obscured half the sky.
At last, he crashed heavily into the depths of the crust, leaving behind a massive crater over a hundred meters wide.
The earth groaned. A fissure stretching