After testing his maximum force, Huo Yuhao was very satisfied. He then dialed it back to his baseline-the force he could wield freely without consuming large amounts of psychic power.
With his enemies still unknown, he would not squander his stamina, no matter how confident he was in himself.
But with his current strength, even at baseline, each throwing knife carried more than a hundred thousand kilograms of force.
And there were six throwing knives in all.
He controlled the throwing knives, sending them flying toward Zhongli Wu, who had nowhere left to run.
Every throwing knife aimed straight for a vital spot.
At the instant before they struck, Zhongli Wu released his Death God Demon Puppet Martial Soul Avatar. Demonic flames seethed and black mist swirled as a gigantic demon puppet wielding the Death God Scythe appeared, but the throwing knives still pierced ruthlessly through it.
The terrifying combined force of the six throwing knives amounted to several hundred thousand kilograms. That was not something Zhongli Wu, a summoning-type elementalist, could withstand.
Using his Martial Soul Avatar merely delayed his death.
"Ancestor, save me!"
"Ancestor, save me!"
Zhongli Wu slapped his bloodied hand against the sealed wall of the forbidden grounds, shouting for the being inside, but received no response.
Soon, despair appeared on his face.
However, just as Huo Yuhao's throwing knives were about to pierce his heart, a scarlet figure shot out from within. The bluestone wall shattered instantly, and the figure kicked Zhongli Wu several hundred meters away, taking the full brunt of Huo Yuhao's attack in his place.
"Junior, you've fought your way right into my Holy Spirit Cult. You've got guts."
Qian Jun Jie bared his teeth in a cruel grin and roared, then used all his strength to force the throwing knives away,