Chapter 763: Ground to Dust and Ashes
The first to be affected were the artificial immortal spirit materials that heavily relied on Spirit Energy for structural stability—the Taibai Immortal Gold.
Several True Immortals had this material equipped on their personal weapons.
A fist-sized piece of Taibai Immortal Gold already weighed as much as an aircraft carrier. Now, deprived of the power forcibly compressing it, its volume expanded thousands of times in less than ten milliseconds.
Yet, in the very next instant, this unrestrained expansion was brutally and purely suppressed by the surrounding Immortals.
However, with that back-and-forth, their weapons were rendered useless.
Their once-complete structures, after such an expansion and contraction, were reduced to nothing but twisted, anomalous masses of matter.
It was fortunate that this expansion didn't occur on the surface of an atmospheric planet; otherwise, the shockwaves alone, generated by the displaced air, would have been enough to flatten a mountain.
“Age of Dharma Decline?”
Bai Mo felt the Spirit Energy constantly dissipating from his body, and he couldn't help but fall into contemplation.
But for Ramdo and the others, it was a different story. Every second, every minute, this domain of Dharma Decline eroded the power they had painstakingly cultivated. How could it not pain their hearts?
“Mortal maggot, you seek death!”
“Your uncle here, I'm truly angry!!!”
“Die!”
“...”
Innumerable high-tier cultivators, enveloped by the domain of Dharma Decline, began to curse Wu Ling, as tens of thousands of streams of light surged towards him in attack.
But these attacks, which, when combined, should have been capable of blowing up even asteroids, became nothing but a joke upon entering this domain.
Heaven-scorching flames, once unleashed, became tiny embers.
Divine lightning from the Nine Heavens was no stronger than a personal taser.
Ten-thousand-year profound ice could only be used to make shaved ice.
...
Within the domain of Dharma Decline unleashed by Wu Ling, all Spirit Arts were reduced to a laughingstock.
“Without Spirit Energy, you undead beasts are nothing but farts.” The instigator, Wu Ling, disregarded his bleeding body and frantically unleashed his mockery.
“Fool!”
“Idiot!”
Hou Lin stepped forward and slapped him to the ground.
“You!”
“How is that possible?!”
“Why wouldn't it be possible? Do you really think your broken domain is invincible?”
Although the domain of Dharma Decline turned Spirit Energy attacks into a joke, for Hou Lin, who cultivated the Martial Path to become a Human Immortal, his incomparably powerful physical body was still more than enough to effortlessly beat this fool.
Hou Lin even had to precisely control his strength to ensure he merely slapped Wu Ling down, rather than turning him into a meat paste with a single strike.
Within the domain of Dharma Decline, Hou Lin could feel his physical body's strength slowly eroding, its intensity gradually declining. Perhaps in another one or two hundred years, he would revert to the state of a mortal.
But at least for now, he remained the Martial Path Golden Body Human Immortal, neither increasing nor decreasing, neither stained nor pure.
“Have you considered how you'll die?”
The various True Immortals, similarly recovered from their initial shock, now gazed at Wu Ling with mocking eyes.
Indeed, within the domain of Dharma Decline, they couldn't use spiritual attacks, but even without cultivating the Martial Path, a True Immortal's immortal physique, when unleashing pure physical power, was absolutely beyond Wu Ling's ability to withstand.
They had simply been like someone who hadn't swum in years, suddenly thrown into the water. But once everyone recalled they were once champion swimmers and awakened their deep-seated muscle memory, being in the water was, in fact, nothing to them.
“Age of D—”
“Still got a lot of nonsense to spout.”
In less than a millisecond, before Wu Ling could even utter the first sound of his attack's name, Hou Lin had already snatched the Immortal-slaying Sword from his hand.
The difference in reaction speed between the two sides was simply too vast.
For Wu Ling, who was merely an ordinary person, a single blink took over a hundred milliseconds. He simply couldn't perceive anything that transpired in less than ten milliseconds.
And ten milliseconds was already enough time for Hou Lin, as a Martial Path Human Immortal, to punch him to death a hundred times over.
...
“He's dead just like that?”
The others asked, looking at the red and white puddle on the ground.
“Just a mortal, that's all. I shattered every single one of his cells with my raw power. If he's not dead after that, I'll walk out on my hands for a hundred years from now on, and change my name too,” Hou Lin joked.
“...”
“True, just a mortal. Even a Six-tier cultivator couldn't revive after being put through that.”
“Right, right, right...”
Hou Lin wasn't someone who enjoyed wanton slaughter. He held deep affection for humanity, reserving his cold-bloodedness for the demon race alone.
So, even for the captive girl who had emerged with Wu Ling, he inflicted no further harm. Though, it was probably safe to assume the psychological damage had been fully loaded.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!”
Anyone who saw someone they were just holding hands with a second ago transform into a red and white splatter on the ground, even the very hand they'd held dissolving into a pool of fresh blood, would likely go mad.
“Noisy.”
In another millisecond, Hou Lin lightly knocked the screaming girl unconscious, letting her fall into the pool of someone else's blood.
“The sword was actually bound to this mortal maggot?” Ying Huo watched the Immortal-slaying Sword, which Hou Lin had snatched, rapidly weathering away and disappearing in his hand, leaving not a trace.
Wu Ling had nicknamed the True Immortals "undead beasts." Ying Huo, diametrically opposed to him, had in turn given a nickname to these mortals who constantly plotted rebellion: "mortal maggots."
Disappearing at the same time was the domain of Dharma Decline unleashed by the Immortal-slaying Sword.
“Finally, it's recovered...”
...
“How did it just vanish?” After finally encountering someone who could actually absorb Daoization power, Bai Mo had poured almost all his focus into consuming that Daoization power. Yet, less than two minutes after it began, the suction vanished.
“You cannot die yet.”
Bai Mo pointed his hand at the puddle of Wu Ling's flesh.
In the next instant, this mass of human tissue, so thoroughly shattered that even its cells had completely ruptured, floated into the air and began to recombine.
Wu Ling, all his equipment destroyed, with nothing left but a sword, was inexplicably resurrected.
At this moment, he hadn't yet reacted.
Because Hou Lin had killed him too quickly, Wu Ling hadn't even processed that he was already dead.
Naturally, he also didn't realize that he had now been resurrected.
“???”
The most shocked, of course, was Hou Lin, who had personally killed him. He was a Human Immortal, after all; how could he possibly miss when killing a mere mortal??
But he didn't dwell on it. He immediately decided to strike again with a backhand, killing him once more. Whether he was human, ghost, or reanimated corpse, he'd kill him ten more times and reduce him to dust and ashes ten more times. Let's see how he'd revive then.
“Could you give me some face?”
A white figure gently blocked Hou Lin, who was about to reduce Wu Ling to dust and ashes.
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