C1391 Eating
C1391 Eating
Yet, in the current confrontation, Lin Xuan hadn't even resorted to his Heaven Covering Palm. The might of the kilometer-long blood-red blade aura was now fully revealed, and Lin Xuan was undoubtedly aware of its power. Still, he chose to respond with what appeared to be an effortless and nonchalant counter. Didn't this suggest something even more troubling?
A sense of foreboding weighed heavily on Mo Ying, but he dared not contemplate it further. The mere thought of such a scenario was too devastating for both him and the entire Devil Cloud Sect. His only recourse was to pin all his hopes on the mightiest offensive the sect could muster, capable of effortlessly annihilating a peak Emperor Level warrior with a mere flick of the wrist.
This formidable strike, powered by an Emperor Level Great Array, carried a whiff of Emperor Level might, which was precisely why it could so easily overpower a peak Emperor Level adversary. As countless warriors looked on, Lin Xuan's semi-transparent palm imprint, which had dispersed a vast expanse of blood-red mist, advanced towards the colossal blood-red blade aura. It continued to swell rapidly as it ascended, yet it still paled in comparison to the enormity of the blade aura.
The moment of impact arrived with a soft 'puchi' sound. Strangely, there was no thunderous boom or earth-shattering noise—only the sound of a stone splashing into water. The expected explosive force and shockwaves were nowhere to be seen, as if the semi-transparent palm had simply absorbed and devoured them. The effect, however, was unmistakable. The descent of the blood-colored blade aura was halted, and its formidable power dissipated by more than half.
Witnessing this, the martial artists onlookers were in disbelief. How could such a formidable assault, one that even a peak Emperor Level warrior wouldn't dare confront within five kilometers, be neutralized so effortlessly?
It all seemed a bit too easy and nonchalant, didn't it?
Had they not experienced its formidable power firsthand, along with the horrifying battle prowess previously demonstrated by the Demon Aura encirclement, they would have doubted its authenticity, suspecting a staged performance between the two parties.
Yet, they knew with absolute certainty that this was real.
Lin Xuan's strength was likely far more terrifying than they had ever imagined.
Down below, within the black and red light shield, Mo Ying and the senior members of the Devil Cloud Sect had turned ashen.
Mo Ying realized that no matter how much spiritual energy he poured into it, no matter how fervently he tried to control the Spell Formation, it was all in vain.
Continuing to cut down his opponents was out of the question.
It was as if the space beneath him had solidified into something tangible.
This clearly indicated that the Devil Cloud Sect's most potent offensive had been rendered useless without achieving anything.
He never expected the adversary to withstand the assault so effortlessly.
The chasm between them was as vast as the divide between heaven and earth, beyond comprehension.
All his hopes had evaporated, leaving him with a sense of utter despair.
Could it be that the opponent was indeed the legendary Half-level Emperor, a figure so rare that they were typically only promoted within the Central Essence Continent?
However, when the elite from the headquarters arrived at the Dongyuan Continent to set up the Devil Cloud Sect branch and establish the protective formation, they had clarified that the Devil Blood Heaven-Devouring Formation, despite being an Emperor Level Spell Formation, was too severely damaged to threaten a Half-level Emperor.
Such a being could effortlessly destroy it.
One glance would reveal the true power and efficacy of the Spell Formation.
If the opponent truly was a Half-level Emperor, surely they would have recognized the power level of the sect's protective formation.
In that case, why didn't they just launch a direct attack and obliterate it?
Why go through all this trouble?
Mo Ying was baffled by this.
But there was no doubt about the opponent's strength, as unfathomable and terrifying as the depths of an abyss.
Above, the display showed Lin Xuan's semi-transparent palm continuing to swell and enlarge.
But upon closer inspection, it became apparent.
It wasn't the palm that was growing.
Once it reached a hundred meters, it remained static.
Instead, it was the Devil Cloud Sect's mightiest offensive maneuver, the kilometer-long blood-red blade light, that was rapidly diminishing.
As the translucent palm appeared to expand, it all happened in less than a breath's time. The once massive blood-red blade light, capable of tearing through the heavens, diminished by more than half. Then, with a swift motion, Lin Xuan grasped with his palm, and the translucent hand in the sky contracted, clutching the blood-red blade light as it shrank back. Both rapidly decreased in size, like the ebbing tide, and the warm sunlight once again bathed the earth as if nothing had transpired.
In no time at all, Lin Xuan withdrew the translucent palm, which returned to the size of a regular hand. The once kilometer-long blood-red blade light was now no longer than a finger, yet it remained incredibly dense, exuding a faint imperial aura. Clearly, its potency was largely intact, as Lin Xuan's assault had merely contained it without diminishing its strength. Otherwise, there would have been no silence. Lin Xuan had simply used his superior Pill Essence to forcibly subdue and control it. Released, it would still be capable of decimating the majority of the warriors from the five great forces within a ten-mile radius.
"Awoo!" At that moment, Tian's excited howl reached Lin Xuan's ears. Turning to look, he saw Tian wagging his head and licking his lips, eyeing the blood-red blade light in Lin Xuan's hand. "You want it? Then it's yours," Lin Xuan said with a smile, tossing the blade light to him. Tian opened his maw wide and inhaled, and the blade light vanished into his mouth. "Awoo!" Tian vocalized again, this time with a note of joy.
Lin Xuan understood immediately; Tian had gobbled up the blood-red blade light as if it were a tasty treat. "Don't worry, there's more where that came from," Lin Xuan assured him, stroking Tian's sleek head with a smile.
Meanwhile, Mo Ying and the other Devil Cloud Sect leaders watched the scene unfold. As Tian consumed the blood-red blade light, their complexions turned ashen and their energies faltered. They were linked to the blade light, and the backlash had hit them, though it had not caused significant harm.
However, it didn't cause any significant actual harm.
At this point, it didn't matter anymore.
Mo Ying and the other senior members of the Devil Cloud Sect were utterly astonished, unable to utter a word, their eyes betraying a sense of sheer despair.
They had never imagined that their most powerful assault, one that had harnessed the full force of the sect, would be so effortlessly shattered.