From the end of the world

Chapter 738 The Resistance of Fate

"Okay." Jian Feixian only said one word.

He then swung his sword, cleaving through the spatial storm. The rift vanished in an instant, and he, enveloped in sword energy that shattered the void, rushed into it before it disappeared, charging towards the direction where Fazheng and Yama were fighting.

Although the power of return greatly reduced the intensity of the spacetime storm, because Mingzhuo had concentrated most of its power on the battlefield between Fazheng and Yanmo beforehand, that area was still temporarily accessible only to Jian Feixian. I couldn't overcome the numerous obstacles and reach the target location as smoothly as Jian Feixian, and even following behind him probably wouldn't have been possible.

However, even if I could do it, I would have to deal with Mingzhuo first. If Mingzhuo is allowed to move freely, he can continue to interfere in the battles elsewhere by manipulating spacetime storms, or he can use his troublesome schemes again. Moreover, I personally really want to kill him first. If he takes advantage of our focus on other places and escapes, I may never be able to catch him again.

In the distance, there was the Yellow Springs of Dushuo Mountain, which had crumbled under the power of Ma Zao's salvation and return. There was also the Great Demon God Tu and the Nine-Headed Great Demon, who were suppressed by Zhu Shi, who led five "Great Demons of Calamity". And there was Fa Zheng and Yan Mo, who were difficult to determine the winner in a short time after Jian Fei Xian joined the battle. Ming Zhuo had probably realized that the situation had completely deviated from his plan.

The tide is gone.

At this moment, Mingzhuo showed no hesitation and turned to run without hesitation, escaping at the maximum speed that Dawuchang could exert.

I immediately caught up from behind and used the flames to launch a continuous barrage.

The power of the spacetime storm enveloped Mingzhuo, blocking most of his fire magic, while a small portion was deflected by Mingzhuo himself. Black and red magic intertwined, protecting his rear and cleverly deflecting fireballs like sloping armor. I quickly overtook and intercepted him, attempting to break through the spacetime storm with a collision using my corona form. Suddenly, he flashed, teleporting himself far away using spatial transfer.

This movement method seemed to combine the power of a spacetime storm, allowing it to evade my capture. Truly worthy of being called the most resilient survivor in Luoshan, its escape ability is exceptional. But this was still not enough to escape my pursuit. Mingzhuo fled almost frantically, and I relentlessly pursued him.

Before long, we were completely far from the previous battlefield. The surrounding scenery kept changing, no longer the distorted landscape that resembled a torn painting. Mountains, grasslands, streets, ports... we kept moving. If we were on Earth, we would probably be in South America by now.

Through the sea of ​​fire scattered across the original battlefield, I can still keep abreast of the situation there. Most of the power of the spacetime storm is still enveloping the battlefield where Fazheng and Yanmo are fighting. I originally thought that Mingzhuo might transfer that part of the power to himself and use it all to defend against my pursuit attacks, but he didn't do that.

Is it because he thinks Yama's battle is more important than his own life? That's absolutely impossible. Even if the sky were to fall, I don't believe Mingzhuo would value other people's affairs more than his own life. In fact, I've observed that he's finding it increasingly difficult to use the power of the spacetime storm.

Like Asahina's power of salvation and Yomi's super-fast regeneration, the spacetime storm is a power that Mei-cho borrowed from Naraku's Gospel. However, as an agent of Naraku's Gospel, Mei-cho's conflict with Asahina, who has a higher priority, is tantamount to being denied at its source. The "legitimacy" of Mei-cho borrowing power from Naraku's Gospel was largely undermined during the conflict.

This is perhaps the drawback of using "power that does not belong to oneself".

He probably didn't want to transfer most of the spacetime storm's power to himself, but rather he was no longer able to control that much of it.

At the same time, I was also using my fire magic to constantly examine and analyze the flaws that appeared when he manipulated the power of the spacetime storm. The obstacles that were previously impossible to analyze and overcome have now been weakened to the point that I can break through with the blessing of the small bowl, or rather, it can't be said that I can break through them head-on. I only need to analyze the location and pattern of those flaws.

It was like the enemy was wearing metal armor riddled with holes, and I was wielding a rapier. Instead of thinking about how to pierce the metal plates with the blade, I focused on how to better insert the tip into those holes. With each attack, I gradually mastered how to accurately strike the opponent's weaknesses in the unpredictable course of battle.

His life was turbid and his death was imminent.

"Ahhhh!!!"

He seemed to have finally lost his temper, letting out an angry shout as he desperately defended himself against my attacks.

We arrived above a deserted, abandoned town, and within a second of our arrival, the heat and shockwave from the collision of forces leveled the entire area. Wherever we go, it all ends up as a wasteland filled with scorching dust clouds.

Mingzhuo hadn't given up hope of survival; he acted like a dying beast, repeating meaningless struggles. But at this point, doubt began to rise within me. Did he truly have no more tricks up his sleeve? Placing all his hopes on the spacetime storm seemed unlike something the heir to the Yellow Springs would do. Could it be that his seemingly incompetent behavior was actually a calculated move to turn the tide? Or perhaps this seemingly pointless struggle held a deeper meaning?
For example... is this a way of stalling for time?

He believed that as long as time was delayed... some kind of turning point would appear?

Several guesses surfaced in my mind, but none of them had any concrete evidence. Meanwhile, my hands continued their relentless assault, bombarding the spacetime storm and the black-red magical defenses surrounding Mingzhuo. The fire magic's ability to penetrate the spacetime storm increased, finally breaking through that threshold at a certain moment.

With a deafening roar, the umpteenth fiery attack shattered Mingzhuo's dark red magical defenses, severely injuring him once more. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, unable to maintain his defenses any longer. I pressed my advantage, infusing the true spiritual power from the Divine Seal fragments into my own flames, and unleashed my next attack in the nick of time.

Faced with this fatal attack, Mingzhuo used the spacetime storm to teleport away and disappeared from the spot. However, I had seen him use this method of evasion too many times. With the blessing of the small bowl, my intuitive premonition, and the ability to lock onto fate and cause and effect that was even more powerful than Mingzhuo's, the fire magic was like a dragon that made a sharp turn and broke through the constraints of spatial distance. It rushed forward at the same time that Mingzhuo reappeared in the distance.

This time, the fatal blow was unavoidable; anyone hit would surely die. It seemed certain that he would perish from this attack.

Unexpectedly, he did something completely unexpected.

Just as the flames were about to strike him, he smashed his own skull.

He had attempted suicide before, aiming to resurrect himself through Naraku's immortality and restore his severely injured self to a fully recovered state. This time, however, his suicide had a different purpose—while the power of the true spirit could indeed grant a living person a 'true death,' what if the person had already become a corpse beforehand?

The flames shattered the corpse left behind by Mingzhuo, and then Mingzhuo was resurrected once again on the spot.

“You always manage to surprise me…” I couldn’t help but say, “You even escaped ‘real death’. You’re truly a genius when it comes to avoiding death.”

“Even Huang Quan died from your true spiritual power. I heard about this from Yama… Now that I know you have the power to truly kill me, how could I not devise a countermeasure sooner?” Ming Zhuo said gloomily.

The importance of intelligence becomes apparent here. If Mingzhuo hadn't known I could use the power of the True Spirit, he wouldn't have thought to try to avoid "True Death" in the way I just described. If I had captured him before he went to the Gospel House, perhaps things wouldn't have gone so complicated.

A vortex of black and red magical energy appeared on Ming Zhuo's right hand, as if he were preparing to escape the damage of the true spirit's power by committing suicide at any time. Even if my current strength is a level higher than his, it would normally be very difficult to strike him before he commits suicide.

Those at the level of Da Wuchang generally possess extremely strong survival abilities; even if they wanted to commit suicide, it wouldn't be something they could do immediately, especially for someone like Mingzhuo, whose strength doesn't lie in offensive power. It seems that, like Huang Quan, he has specifically researched methods to commit suicide more quickly. Among the Da Wuchang, I'm probably the only one who can clearly commit suicide faster than him.

However, it's not a big problem now.

I extended my palm towards Mingzhuo. It was a gesture of attack, and indeed, I intended to attack. Upon seeing this, he immediately tried to commit suicide, but he was too slow. Flames exploded directly from inside his chest cavity.

It is indeed very difficult to hit his body faster than he can, but if my power is rooted inside his body from the beginning, that's a different story.

Xuanming was able to leave his flames within the body of a once-dead being, making it impossible for the being to escape his flames no matter how many times he resurrected. I can do the same thing now.

Ming Zhuo only had time to utter a brief but shocked sound before the flames engulfed his entire body.

(End of this chapter)