usatvline Chapter 283: Heavy Injury to Ziyu
Chapter 283: Heavy Injury to Ziyu
He shouted loudly: "Zi Yu, try my strongest attack, the magical skill, the deep thunder, the destruction gun!" The voice was full of confidence and domineering, as if this attack had already doomed Zi Yu to defeat.
As Huang Long's divine power was injected, a thousands-foot-long explosive spear gradually condensed in front of him. This spear shape was like a towering mountain forged by thunder and lightning, exuding a breath of destruction.
It was much more powerful than the previous lightning dragon form. Every lightning pattern on the gun body was like a roaring thunder dragon, containing enough power to destroy everything. Wherever the tip of the gun pointed, black cracks were torn into space, emitting waves of gloomy breath, as if even space was afraid of this terrifying power.
Then, Huang Long thrust hard through the air again, and the huge spear-shaped object flew straight towards Zi Yu like a meteor that had escaped from orbit. It flew at an extremely fast speed, leaving a long trail of burning lightning in the air. The air along the way was instantly ignited, making crackling sounds, like the prelude to the end of the world.
On the other side, the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, and Zi Yu's figure reappeared. He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently, and beads of sweat covered his forehead, flowing down his cheeks. However, his eyes were still as firm as iron, like the brightest star in the night sky, shining with unyielding light.
The God-killing Sword in his hand still emitted a chilling cold light, which was like the cold wind in winter, piercing and sharp. The light on the sword seemed to be dancing and flickering, as if telling that it still contained endless power, waiting for its master to summon it again.
When Zi Yu saw the gun-shaped object coming at him like the god of death, he frowned, knowing that the power of this attack was extraordinary. At this critical moment, he immediately cast a spell and muttered something. In an instant, countless souls in the surrounding space were summoned by him. These souls had different forms, some with ferocious faces, and some screaming miserably. They surrounded Zi Yu like a group of loyal guards.
At the same time, Zi Yu used Qigong techniques to merge the Qi fire in his body with these souls, transforming them into swords burning with flames.
These swords quickly gathered in front of him, intertwined and overlapped, and formed a huge shield. The shield was burning with flames, and the figure of the soul was looming in the flames, emitting a mysterious and powerful aura, trying to block Huang Long's terrifying attack.
However, the power of Huang Long's "Deep Thunder, Destruction Spear" was extremely huge. When the spear came into contact with the shield, there was only a deafening roar, as if the heaven and earth were about to be shattered by this force.
The shield made of the Soul Qi Refining Fire Sword only resisted for a moment before it was shattered like fragile glass. The fragments flew in all directions like meteors, and each fragment carried the lingering flames and the wailing of the soul.
Afterwards, although the power of this move was weakened by 10% due to the shield's resistance, the remaining force was still like a surging tsunami, ruthlessly covering Zi Yu's body in his shocked and resolute eyes.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!" Zi Yu screamed, full of pain and despair. The blow hit him head-on, and the powerful force was like a violent beast, wantonly destroying his body. His whole body was enveloped by this force, and every inch of his skin was hit by the powerful thunder, causing extremely severe pain. Every bone seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer, as if it was about to break.
Under the impact of this force, his body flew backwards involuntarily, smashing countless crystals and obstacles along the way, leaving a shocking trail of blood.
Zi Yu was hit hard by Huang Long's devastating "Deep Thunder, Destruction Gun" and fell to the ground like a falling meteor. He lay on the ground full of rubble and scorched earth, his body like a broken puppet, covered with scars. The terrifying residual power of thunder and lightning was still raging on him, arcs of electricity jumped and flickered on his skin, and every flicker was accompanied by a piercing pain.
Around him, the remaining lightning was like an out-of-control wild beast, running rampant. They danced like silver snakes, and wherever they went, the air was instantly ionized, emitting a pungent smell.
Even if a great god of the Protoss with powerful divine power came into contact with this residual lightning power, he would be reduced to ashes in an instant, without even a trace of soul fragments left. This was the terrifying divine power of the ancient powerful ancient dragon, Huang Long, which was like a curse from the ancient times, ruthlessly demonstrating its absolute authority.
Zi Yu gritted his teeth, veins popped out on his forehead, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, mixing with the blood from his wounds. He tried his best to practice Qigong, and the Qigong fire in his body burned fiercely in his meridians, like a light of hope in the darkness.
At the same time, he mobilized his soul power, and the mysterious power from the depths of his soul gathered into a warm and tenacious torrent. He tried to use these two powers to repair his broken body and expel the lightning that was like a thorn in his side.
Every time he used his strength, it was like walking on a sharp blade. The severe pain almost overwhelmed his consciousness, but he still struggled desperately with only one belief in his heart: stand up and keep fighting!
Huang Long held the blasting gun in his hand, and the lightning emitted by the gun reflected on his stern face, adding a bit of majesty. He looked at Zi Yu struggling on the ground, frowned slightly, but a trace of imperceptible pity flashed in his eyes, "Don't struggle, Zi Yu. You should know that this is my strongest magical skill. In ancient times, I used this move to kill countless ancient warriors as powerful as you. They all tried to resist, but in the end they all fell under this gun and turned into nothingness. Why do you have to add to your pain?"
Zi Yu did not respond to Huang Long's words. He just listened silently, his lips slightly white due to the effort. His hands were shaking, and his legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead, but he still tried hard to support his body. Every inch of muscle was protesting, every bone was wailing, but his eyes were as hot as a burning flame.
"I... I will try my best to defeat you!" He spoke word by word. Although his voice was a little hoarse due to pain, it was extremely firm, like a war drum beating in a storm.
Huang Long was stunned for a moment, then a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "So that's how it is, you are really as stubborn as a bull. How about surrendering? In this way you don't have to endure this endless pain anymore." There was a hint of persuasion in his words, but the thunder gun in his hand was still tightly grasped, without any relaxation.