Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14069: Burning Hell God

That sense of crisis was like a lightning bolt, instantly shattering all her rational defenses and leaving her mind in a brief blank.

But the fighting instinct honed through millions of years of bloody battles was deeply imprinted in her soul, transcending her consciousness and becoming the most instinctive reaction of her body.

In the fraction of a second that the black figure vanished, time seemed to freeze, and Luo Qianchen's clenched right hand, with its slender, jade-like fingers, unleashed an astonishing speed that transcended the limitations of time and space.

Like agile spirits, they moved with an extremely mysterious trajectory, seemingly containing the secrets of the universe, and with lightning speed, they grabbed the hilt of the "Fruit-Severing Sword" with its dark scabbard behind their shoulders.

The sword hilt, when held, had a cold yet resolute feel, as if it were conveying endless courage and strength to her.

However, the situation changed far beyond her expectations.

The seemingly ferocious young demon king, who could launch a fatal attack at any moment, was actually just a decoy, a bait used to distract her and confuse her judgment.

The one who actually made the move was a figure as black as ink behind the young demon king.

The figure was hidden in the darkness, like a demon lurking in the abyss, silent yet exuding a terrifying aura.

"God of Hellfire!"

Luo Qianchen felt a chill run down his spine and instantly recognized the figure.

That was a being with a terrifying name in countless legends, an unparalleled demon who took pleasure in destruction and lived for slaughter.

"Qiang——!!!"

A sharp, piercing sound, seemingly capable of tearing apart chaos and shattering stars, suddenly erupted in the deathly silent "Eternal Abyss"!
The sound of the blade rang out like an ancient roar, filled with boundless rage and fury, causing the entire abyss to tremble.

A jet-black blade, imbued with the violent will to incinerate all the heavens and myriad worlds, suddenly erupted from the giant blade called "Incineration" in the hands of the God of Incineration!
That giant blade, like a death scythe burning with black flames, exuded a chilling aura.

Wherever the blade's energy passed, space silently vanished, as if gently wiped away by an invisible hand.

The laws of nature cried out and retreated, as if surrendering to this terrifying power.

Carrying the "Ember Annihilation Divine Law" honed by the God of Burning Hell throughout his life, this blade aura slashed fiercely at the deep, dark shadow that had suddenly descended upon him and locked onto the origin of his soul with the force of splitting the heavens and earth.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no dazzling and deafening burst of energy like fireworks as expected; there was only a dull thud that made one's heart stop.

The sound was like the painful wails of two vast and mysterious cosmic planes being forcibly squeezed and collided in the endless river of time and space.

The muffled sound carried a terrifying power beyond human comprehension, causing everything around it to tremble, as if the entire world was shaken by this power at that moment.

"Buzz...Sizzle!"

Immediately afterwards, a blinding black and red light, like a surging tide, instantly engulfed the point of impact.

This light, like flames from hell, carried an aura of endless destruction and death, making it impossible to look directly at.

Within the light, the terrifying blade aura, which seemed capable of burning everything and causing all the heavens and myriad realms to tremble, was like an ice crystal thrown into a scorching furnace.

Under the corrosive influence of that black and red light, it only held on for a fraction of a second before letting out a groan of unbearable strain.

The sound was like the final sigh of a dying person, filled with despair and helplessness.

The surface was instantly covered with a dense web of cracks, which, like marks of death, continued to spread and quickly covered the entire blade aura.

The next moment, accompanied by a deafening roar, the blade energy shattered!
It transformed into countless fragments of law, burning embers flying everywhere.

These fragments, like dazzling meteors, carrying lingering terrifying power, shot out in all directions, leaving deep marks on the space wherever they went.

The light vanished so quickly it was like an illusion, as if it had never existed.

On the spot, Luo Qianchen's blurry figure had become clear and solid, like a majestic mountain peak, as if he had stood there since time immemorial, enduring countless vicissitudes of the years, yet remaining steadfast.

The robe, seemingly woven from endless shadows, shimmered with a mysterious and profound light under the illumination. Not even the slightest wrinkle was altered, as if the breathtaking collision just now was nothing more than a trivial matter to him.

At the spot where the God of Burning Hell had originally launched his charge, he himself was like a broken sack struck by an invisible giant hammer, utterly disheveled.

His body was thrown backward uncontrollably, as fast as a cannonball.

Along the way, he smashed dozens of pieces of "Silent Black Rock" floating in the abyss, which were as hard as divine metal.

These black rocks have existed in the abyss for countless years, and are incredibly hard; even divine weapons cannot leave a mark on them.

However, in the face of the out-of-control body of the God of Burning Hell, it was as fragile as tofu, easily crushed.

Only when it was thousands of feet away could the God of Burning Prisons barely manage to carve out a dazzling spatial trench with the tip of his "Incineration" giant blade.

The ravine, like a ferocious dragon, stretched into the distance with its claws outstretched, exuding a terrifying aura.

Using the resistance of the ravine, the God of Burning Hell managed to stop his body.

At this moment, his face was as pale as paper, and his eyes were filled with horror and resentment. He had clearly suffered a great loss in the collision.

The God of Burning Hell knelt heavily on one knee in the void, his entire being resembling a towering mountain about to collapse, exuding dejection and wretchedness.

His right arm, gripping the "Incineration" giant blade, trembled violently, as if the fear and resentment from the depths of his soul were being unleashed.

In this terrifying collision, the arm armor was cracked inch by inch, peeling off piece by piece like shattered porcelain, revealing the bulging muscles underneath.

However, these muscles, which were originally full of power, were now covered with dense and shocking lacerations, with blood gushing out like a spring, intertwining with the dark golden divine blood, making them look particularly miserable.

Dark golden divine blood flowed gently down the hilt of the sword, each drop containing terrifying power. As it dripped into the void, it instantly emitted a hissing sound, as if even the endless void could not withstand the heat of the divine blood.

The sound, like a death knell, echoed in the silent void, making one's soul tremble.

He suddenly looked up, the veins on his neck bulging like menacing earthworms.

He gazed at the shadowy figure thousands of feet away, seemingly blending into the abyss. That shadowy figure, like a mysterious dark light in the abyss, was faint yet exuded a chilling aura.

It's incredibly strong, so strong that it makes you want to kneel down and beg for mercy.