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Chapter 1153: Fusion Essence Devouring Spirit
Chapter 1153: Fusion Essence Devouring Spirit
The surging airflow brought a strong gust of wind that stirred up the dust and smoke in the arena, carrying Chen Chuan's words to the surroundings.
Not far away, Rossard and the many Managers of the White Rock Long Hall heard it and couldn't help but fall silent.
Although these words were directed at Cavinton, they sounded oddly piercing and uncomfortable to their ears. However, the astonishingly large crater on the ground and the mangled flesh scattered everywhere undeniably proved that the question was valid.
At that moment, several kilometers away, in the temporary camp where the Sealed Hall tourists had been relocated, Former Emperor Kapa stood by the window, holding a tall glass of red liquid. His eyes were fixed on the battlefield, and when he heard these words, an interested and somewhat appreciative expression appeared on his face.
As a Throne Fighter, he could clearly see that Chen Chuan was still a Secret Temple Fighter.
But what did he see?
A Throne Fighter being pressed and beaten, even though this one's strength hadn't fully recovered and he hadn't had the chance to fully display his full power. After all, a Throne Fighter was a Throne Fighter. In his time, such a scenario was absolutely unimaginable.
"Interesting", he said, lifting the glass and taking an elegant sip.
Chen Chuan looked down at his feet. Cavinton's performance was indeed mediocre. This opponent's strength and speed were not as formidable as the one he had faced before.
This wasn't just due to the fact that the other party had been weakened by imprisonment, but also because there was a sense of disharmony in him. His spirit and body seemed to have been forcibly pieced together. According to Rossard, he had obtained part of his power from that existence, which wasn't surprising.
However, beyond this, he felt a slight stiffness in the other's movements during exertion.
It was as if some foreign object was stuck inside his body, causing it to function ineffectively. He guessed that this was because the other had not fully relied on his own strength to advance, but had borrowed some external assistance, leading to his Mutated Tissue being impure and not fully under his control.
This wasn't a problem when facing opponents weaker than himself, but when an opponent of equal or greater strength appeared, the flaws became apparent.
At this moment, he saw the scattered blood and flesh burrowing deeper into the soil and continuing to move deeper.
He didn't stop it, as this wasn't something the other party had just started. It had been ongoing since before the battle began, both during his fight with Rossard and his own. It seemed to serve a purpose of delay.
He would see what kind of trick the other had up his sleeve.
If it was just the same level of performance as before, it would disappoint him.
Just a few breaths later, a faint and continuous vibration began under his feet. As the vibrations grew stronger, the ground began to undulate like the waves of the sea.
Soon, the surrounding view started to rise, and the entire ground was slowly lifted. A moment later, the sunken pit was pushed upward by some internal force.
Soil, bricks, twisted and broken pipes and metal, and large amounts of water spewed out, causing the surrounding buildings to tremble. Clearly, something large was emerging from below.
When Rossard sensed this from behind, he seemed to realize something and his expression changed. He immediately retreated and flew several kilometers away before stopping, hovering in mid-air, ready to adjust his distance at any moment.
The center of the mound rose higher and higher, gradually forming a massive hill. From the ground, it was almost as tall as the spiral cross on top of the Sealed Hall, blocking out the surrounding light.
At this point, it seemed to have reached its limit of expansion. A tremor occurred, and the outer layers began to fall off and peel away rapidly.
Once the attached objects were gone, what was revealed was a massive grayish-white creature. It appeared to be an oval, thick, hard cocoon with two rows of expandable and contractible air holes at the edges, making it difficult to identify.
The creature was about forty to fifty meters long, with thick, root-like limbs deeply embedded in the soil, with at least half of it still buried underground. It seemed to be breathing, slowly expanding and contracting from time to time.
After seeing this, Chen Chuan slowly raised his Xuejun Blade, holding it horizontally in front of him and flicking it lightly. The sheath flew off, and he rotated the blade, revealing a glint of cold steel.
Last time, he felt something was off, so he didn't use the blade. This time, he didn't have that feeling. Whether it was due to his increased strength or some other reason, he would not hesitate to use his weapon.
The moment he drew his blade, it seemed to send a signal. The massive creature suddenly emitted a strong pulsation.
At the same time, an extremely intense Aetheric Field surged, causing his skin to feel as if it were being eroded. Especially on his exposed face and hands, small particles of dead skin began to flake off.
Chen Chuan glanced over, noticing that his Second Self was showing strong signs of fading. This eroding Aetheric Field must have been emitted by the spirit parasitizing Cavinton. It was evident that this spirit was gradually being digested, no longer the forceful coexistence it had been earlier.
Suddenly, the cocoon swelled and then ripped open with a tearing sound. The sensation intensified several times over, and the Aetheric Field invasion caused the surrounding ceremonial field to develop fine cracks.
When the creature squeezed out of the hard cocoon, a massive monster was revealed in full. It resembled a headless giant crab, with a grayish-white body. Broad fin-like limbs supported its bloated form, and countless twisted, writhing tentacles hung from its edges.
"What is that thing?"
The Managers of the White Rock Long Hall were all startled. Their Aetheric Fields flickered and jumped intermittently, and they felt sharp pains in their eyes and heads. Alura promptly issued a warning: "Detected mental transmission infection. Ritual protection activated."
They all felt a chill and instinctively took a few steps back.
At this moment, faces began to appear on the monster's back. Each face was that of Cavinton, but they displayed different emotions—joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness.
Suddenly, all these faces turned and looked down at Chen Chuan. After a moment of intense gaze, the massive body slowly rose from the ground.
Chen Chuan stood alone, holding his knife, facing the monstrous creature that rose from the ground, almost mountainous in size. Even from a distance, he could feel the strong currents of air it generated, causing the long red scarf on his knife to flutter.
His eyes fixed on the creature above, he had been pondering the nature of this being. Now, he was certain.
It was a manifestation of the Other!
Perhaps others wouldn't recognize this creature, but he did. He had seen the Ritual illustrations given to him by Elder Li Feng. This was clearly the "Sovaquill", a soul-devouring entity from the legends of the First People. In some of their worldviews, it was the final resting place for the souls of all living things.
If it was a manifestation of the Other, then he needed to be wary of Otherworldly powers. These forces often defied logic, especially when it came to Dongxuan Templegou Dou Jia...
As he was thinking, the luminous tentacles on the creature's body began to lash out at him.
This time, he didn't try to block them but dodged instead. The ground immediately split into deep furrows from the strikes, causing a violent tremor. After forcing him back, the monster suddenly leaned forward, lowering its center of gravity, and the faces on its back all took a deep breath simultaneously.
At that moment, Rossard, standing some distance away, felt a sudden weakness and light-headedness. He had to brace himself to avoid falling over. He could clearly see that his vital essence was being drawn out in wisps of smoke, drifting toward the monster.
Not just him, but within a radius of several kilometers, all armed personnel and civilians felt a profound weakness, becoming dazed and disoriented.
As Chen Chuan leaped back, he could also feel the force trying to pull the energy from within his body. Since he was at the forefront, the suction was more intense, and the signs of fading in his Second Self became even more severe.
Indeed, it was Otherworldly power...
This kind of attack wasn't something that could be purely defended against by physical strength. It involved deeper forces. Putting aside sheer power, the creature's life force was clearly superior to his.
This meant that he couldn't rely solely on his own strength to withstand such power. However, he also noticed that this force didn't drain a person instantly but had a continuous effect. This might be due to some inherent limitation or because it hadn't fully recovered yet.
If he could defeat it within this short time, he could win the battle without relying on his Second Self.
Raising his hand, a light flashed in his palm, and a spiritual impact struck Cavinton. After a blinding flash, a deep rumble echoed through the air.
Although the impact tore a large wound in the creature's body, the pale Spiritual Flame on its surface quickly sealed the gap, and the wound beneath healed rapidly under this protection.
This was the advantage of its massive size. The resilience of its flesh was far beyond what it had been before, and it seemed that the Spiritual Flame had become more abundant and robust, making it difficult for his punches to easily break through as before. This was likely the creature's response to his previous attacks.
But this alone might not be enough!
Chen Chuan's eyes flashed, and he grasped the handle of his Snow Lady knife with his other hand. The Spiritual Flame around his body surged, flowing like water toward the blade.
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