Sweeping Away the Skeletons, Killing the Eight-Tentacled Demon King and Healing!
"Purple Pivot, Break Through the Heavens!"
Before the words were even finished, the towering, skeletal demon god, hundreds of feet tall, had already swung down its giant axe.
This axe strike, gathering the death energy of hundreds of Nascent Soul skeletons, sliced through the void, creating a spatial rift thousands of feet long.
The raging death aura, like a burst dam, pressed down from the sky, causing the entire starry sky to tremble, as if it wanted to annihilate all living beings.
Shi Jian neither avoided nor yielded.
His eyes were wide open, filled with a frenzied murderous intent.
Behind him, a giant bear phantom roared, and his Immortal Foundation [Purple Pivot Lightning] was pushed to its limit; the sky was filled with lightning like a blazing sun.
The Thunder Firmament Dragon-Slaying Spear in his hand flickered with purple-gold light, and the phantom of a dragon soul moved up and down the spear, emitting a deafening dragon roar.
The raging source of Dao of Lightning was ultimately compressed to its limit, transforming into a point of deep black light.
He met the massive, earth-shattering axe head-on with a fierce slash of his spear.
"Clang--!!!"
A deafening golden gong resounded throughout the entire starry sky.
A visible ripple of destruction spread out from the point where the spear and axe clashed; the surrounding void collapsed inch by inch, turning into chaos.
The thick black stone pillars at the edge of the altar were affected by the ripples and instantly turned into dust; everything was destroyed at that moment!
Immediately afterwards, the giant axe, which was formed from pure death energy, could not withstand such a violent source of Dao of Lightning and immediately shattered inch by inch.
Countless fragments of death energy flew in all directions like meteors, crashing into the black stone altar and creating deep craters.
However, the force of the recoil surged forth like a tidal wave.
Shi Jian's arms trembled violently, his tiger's mouth was instantly torn open, and bright red blood gushed out.
The immense force surged into his body through the gun barrel, nearly displacing his internal organs. He felt a sweet taste in his throat and almost spat out blood.
He gritted his teeth and refused to back down an inch.
Instead of retreating, it used the violent recoil to transform into a streak of purple-gold light, forcefully crashing into that dim star.
The Bone Demon God roared, its massive body twisting violently as it reached out with its backhand.
The deathly aura transformed into a gigantic, sky-covering, skeletal claw, accompanied by a mournful howl, and viciously clawed towards Shi Jian...
In an instant, nearly half of Shi Jian's flesh was torn off, so deep that bone was visible; the blood splattered into the void was instantly corroded into ash by the death aura.
Shi Jian's face was as cold and hard as iron; he didn't even furrow his brow.
With a sudden burst of strength from one arm, his muscles bulged like iron, and he hurled the Thunder Firmament Dragon-Slaying Spear in his hand.
"Go!"
The Thunder Spear flew from their grasp, and the dragon souls roared in unison; the purple-gold and black light, like a bolt of lightning piercing through eternity, instantly pierced through that dim star.
Boom--!
The stars exploded with a deafening roar.
The blinding silver light intertwined with the purple-gold lightning, transforming into a blazing sun that swept across the entire starry sky.
The raging thunderstorm instantly tore the hundreds-of-feet-tall white bone demon god into pieces, turning it into a sky full of deathly energy that dissipated into nothingness.
The array patterns suddenly stopped, and the hundreds of skeletons on the black stone altar below, who were about to form an array to kill each other, suddenly froze.
The eerie green flames in their eye sockets flickered twice before going out completely.
Without the support of the array's energy, these skeletons, which had endured for tens of thousands of years, instantly lost all their resilience.
Like weathered sand, it crumbled and disintegrated, turning into grayish-white bone powder scattered all over the ground.
The deathly aura dissipated, and the starry sky returned to its deathly silence.
The White Crane collapsed to the ground, panting heavily; the clouds around him dissipated, his white feathers were stained with blood, and several ribs of the folding fan in his hand were broken.
"I almost Death Dao and my life was extinguished, but this formation has finally been broken."
White Crane gasped for breath, still shaken; had he been even half a breath later, he would have been torn to pieces by those skeletons.
On the other side, Yuan Shan, leaning on the towering pillar, knelt on the ground.
His hundreds-of-foot-tall Sea Ape form could no longer be maintained, and he shrank back into human form; his entire body was covered with deep, bone-revealing sword wounds, and the blood stained the black stones beneath his feet crimson.
He was breathing heavily, and he almost didn't have the strength to grip the stick anymore.
In mid-air, Shi Jian fell from nothingness.
"Bang!"
He slammed his feet heavily onto the black stone altar, crushing the broken bones on the ground, sending bone dust flying.
He walked forward expressionlessly and pulled the Thunder Spear from the black stone; the spear hummed, dragon spirits roamed around it, and it exhaled the remaining death energy.
Shi Jian flicked the ashes off the tip of his spear, his gaze shifting slightly as he walked step by step toward the corner of the altar.
There, the Eight-Tentacled Demon King was curled up, his mangled body writhed; his three tentacles had been shredded by the silver giant tiger, and his body had been unable to recover.
He had just been severely injured under the pressure of the army formation, and now his Demon Power was reduced to less than one-tenth, and his aura was extremely weak.
Seeing Shi Jian approaching with a spear in hand, exuding a murderous Sha Qi, the Eight-Tentacled Demon King was instantly terrified.
"Fellow Daoist Shi... let's talk this out!"
The Eight-Tentacled Demon King's few remaining tentacles trembled and struggled to kowtow on the ground, his face ashen, pleading repeatedly:
"I submit! My entire Sea Beast Demon Domain is at your command, fellow Daoist, and has no disloyalty whatsoever! Spare my life, I still have a use for you..."
Shi Jian stopped and looked down at him from his elevated position.
His gaze was indifferent, as if he were looking at weeds.
He thought to himself: This fellow is greedy for life and cowardly, his fighting strength is greatly reduced, and he is useless to keep. If I take him to the next level, not only will he not be of any help, but he will also become a burden, and I will have to be on guard against him turning against me at all times.
This fellow is in turmoil; he cannot be allowed to live.
Since they are useless, they should be killed.
In such a perilous and desperate place, a woman's compassion is tantamount to courting death.
Shi Jian was too lazy to waste words. He raised his left hand, and a burst of purple-gold lightning shot out from his palm.
"Boom!"
A thick bolt of Purple Pivot Lightning crashed down, instantly piercing through the Eight-Tentacled Demon King's physical body Primordial Spirit.
"You, you!"
The Eight-Tentacled Demon King's eyes widened, filled with resentment and despair; he shouldn't have trusted this heartless bear demon in the first place!
This bastard is the real beast!
Before he could even scream, his massive body disintegrated inch by inch in the raging lightning; flesh and blood flew everywhere, instantly burned to ashes by the thunder and fire.
The withered nascent Nascent Soul within its body was just about to escape.
It was then locked tightly by the thunder and was eventually swallowed whole by Shi Jian; it was used to replenish its own energy and became his food.
A powerful Nascent Soul demon who dominated overseas lands Death Dao and vanished without a trace; Shi Jian, finding the opponent useless, completely annihilated and devoured him.
Yuan Shan, watching from a distance, felt a chill run down his spine and broke out in a cold sweat.
His hand, gripping the massive pillar, trembled slightly, but he remained silent, unwilling to even glance at it again...
White Crane shook his tattered folding fan, a bitter smile playing on his lips.
Dao of Darkness: Brother Shi's actions are truly ruthless and decisive, without any scruples; however, in such a desperate situation, only such a mindset can ensure survival.
Shi Jian withdrew his hand, not even glancing at the ashes on the ground.
He turned and strode toward the center of the altar, where the stars had shattered.
In the void, a silver crystal the size of a fist floated silently; on the surface of the crystal, countless spatial Dao patterns flowed slowly, radiating an extremely vast Space Dao aura.
This is the core element left behind after the star at the eye of the formation shattered.
Shi Jian reached out and grabbed the silver crystal in his palm.
"Such pure and refined Space Dao essence."
He secretly admired it and casually stuffed it into his storage Law Treasure.
Although the two attacks were extremely costly, the Space Dao Crystal was a considerable gain, though its uses remain unknown.
Just then, a low rumble suddenly came from the black stone ground in the center of the altar, like the meshing of gears.
"Click click click..."
The seemingly indestructible black stone slowly split open to both sides.
A bottomless void passage quietly appeared before the demons.
Around the passageway, silver-gray spatial barriers shimmered intermittently; in the dim depths, a chilling ancient aura faintly emanated.
That aura was vast and profound, far surpassing the Nascent Soul realm.
The tomb of the Spirit Transformation is located there.
Yuan Shan and White Crane forced themselves to stand up and walked to the edge of the passageway, their faces grave.
"This is probably the true core of the Dao Tomb," White Crane whispered.
Shi Jian, holding his thunder spear, stared coldly into the depths of the tunnel.
After devouring the Eight-Tentacled Demon King's Nascent Soul, the wound had stopped bleeding, and purple-gold lightning intertwined at the injury site, slowly repairing the flesh and blood.
"Walk!"