Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14020 Giant Hand in the Starry Sky
Ling Xiao looked up and saw that the starry sky in front of him began to distort. The once calm Milky Way was now turbulent. Space seemed to be kneaded by an invisible hand, becoming fragmented, like a shattered mirror, with the fragments shimmering with an eerie light in the darkness.

A powerful and terrifying aura spread out, containing boundless pressure, like a surging river, endless and continuous, or like a towering mountain, making it hard to breathe.

Ling Xiao felt as if his heart was being gripped tightly by a large hand, and his breathing became rapid.

In the depths of the boundless sky, the once tranquil darkness was now completely shattered.

The dark purple lightning, like an enraged and maddened dragon, roamed and rampaged wildly in the void.

They intertwined and collided, unleashing a deafening roar that sounded like a howl from hell, sending chills down one's spine.

The entire star field was shrouded in this eerie purple, as if it were completely covered by a huge purple curtain, so oppressive that it was hard to breathe, as if even the soul was imprisoned by this oppressive atmosphere.

Just then, from within that giant hand that hung high in the sky, seemingly able to control the life and death of all things, two jet-black bolts of lightning suddenly appeared.

These two bolts of lightning were as black as the deepest night sky, seemingly capable of swallowing all light and plunging everything around them into endless darkness.

They shot out with a roar, like two black cannonballs fired from a gun, carrying endless destructive power.

Wherever the lightning passed, the space was like fragile glass, cracking and breaking apart inch by inch with a series of "crackling" sounds.

The shattered fragments of space gleamed with a cold light in the darkness before vanishing into nothingness in an instant, as if they had never existed.

The terrifying energy fluctuations spread wildly in all directions with overwhelming force, like a black storm sweeping across the entire starry sky.

Wherever it went, the stars dimmed and lost their brilliance. The stars that were once shining brightly were now covered by a black veil, losing their former luster.

Even the distant nebulae, those originally colorful and dreamlike nebulae, were shattered into pieces, like ribbons scattered in the starry sky after being ravaged by a gale.

The entire starry sky trembled violently under this destructive force, as if it were about to collapse at any moment, like a tall building that was about to crumble, making people worry that it would collapse at any moment.

At the critical moment, the young demon king's eyes suddenly became as sharp as an eagle's, as if they could pierce through the endless darkness and see the danger hidden in it.

The demonic energy surrounding him surged and churned like boiling magma, forming black vortexes that tightly enveloped him.

The demonic energy contained boundless evil and power, making it impossible for anyone to look directly at it.

He gripped the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword tightly in his hand. The sword seemed to sense its master's fighting spirit, emitting a series of low and rapid humming sounds, like a ferocious beast about to be released from its cage, eager to fight to its heart's content on the battlefield.

The dark purple patterns on the sword blade shimmered with an eerie light, which seemed to be alive, constantly pulsating and flickering, as if telling the ancient legends and powerful stories of this sword.

The next moment, the young demon king suddenly swung his sword, his movements clean and swift, without the slightest hesitation.

In an instant, a jet-black blade of light tore through the void. The blade of light was as black as the purest darkness, carrying an aura of world destruction.

It resembled a black phoenix, with a lithe and elegant form, yet filled with endless killing intent.

It roared as it charged toward the two black bolts of lightning, igniting the air wherever it went and producing a series of sizzling sounds.

The black phoenix and the black lightning collided violently, unleashing a deafening roar that shook the entire starry sky. The entire sky was awestruck by this powerful force, radiating light like a magnificent yet terrifying fireworks display.

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With a sharp, piercing sound like a blade slicing through glass, the two bolts of lightning that were once so arrogant and domineering, seemingly able to dominate this starry sky, were instantly annihilated like fragile bubbles under the fierce and unstoppable impact of the dark sword light.

They transform into tiny specks of starlight, drifting leisurely in the deep starry sky, like a brief and dazzling dream, fleeting in an instant.

However, the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword did not hesitate or pause in the slightest.

It was like a tireless and indomitable war god, which, after extinguishing the lightning, instantly transformed into an extremely dazzling sword beam.

The sword light, carrying boundless sharpness and chilling killing intent, seemed capable of severing all obstacles in the world, and slashed straight towards the giant hands that hung high in the sky, exuding a terrifying and majestic aura.

Its imposing aura seemed poised to utterly destroy both of those giant hands and the terrifying entity hidden behind them.

The entire starry sky seemed to be deeply shocked by this amazing scene, and instantly fell into a brief silence.

It was as if time itself had frozen at that moment. All the stars stopped twinkling, and all the light dimmed. Only that dazzling sword light, like the brightest shooting star in the night sky, with unwavering determination, pierced through the endless darkness and became the sole existence in this desolate starry sky.

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Immediately afterwards, a deafening, earth-shattering roar suddenly erupted, like the first roar at the beginning of the universe, or the apocalyptic sound of the collapse of heaven and earth.

The deafening roar caused the entire starry sky to tremble violently. The stars shook, and the nebulae surged, as if they were about to disintegrate and turn into chaos under this world-destroying force.

An indescribably powerful shockwave spread wildly outwards from the point of explosion.

Wherever it went, space twisted and deformed, as if being kneaded by an invisible giant hand. The originally flat space became wrinkled and even had countless tiny cracks, revealing a strange and terrifying aura.

Immediately afterwards, the pair of majestic, seemingly all-powerful giant hands began to slowly become ethereal.

Their originally clear outlines gradually became blurred, as if shrouded in a thin veil, or like phantoms about to disappear.

After delivering this earth-shattering blow, the Demon Lord's Black Heaven Sword transformed into a dazzling stream of light, gracefully and decisively slicing through the void and steadily returning to the Crimson Flame Phoenix.

Its blade, gleaming with an eerie light, seemed to be telling the story of the thrilling battle that had just taken place.

Ling Xiao stared at the Demon Lord's Black Heaven Sword, his expression extremely solemn, like a volcano about to erupt, suppressing the shock and contemplation in his heart.

His hands were clenched into fists, his knuckles turned white from the force, and his nails almost dug into his palms, leaving deep marks.