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Chapter 1153: Fusion Essence
Chapter 1153: Fusion Essence
The surging airflow stirred up a strong wind, scattering the dust and smoke in the air, 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 they could not help but fall silent.
Although these words were directed at Cavinton, they sounded strangely piercing and uncomfortable to their ears. However, the astonishing large crater on the ground and the scattered blood and flesh undoubtedly confirmed that the question was not baseless.
At the same time, 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 focused on the battlefield, and when he heard these words, an interested and 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 had not fully recovered his strength or fully demonstrated his full power. After all, a Throne Fighter was a Throne Fighter. In his era, such a situation was absolutely unimaginable.
"Interesting", he said, raising the glass to take an elegant sip.
Chen Chuan looked down at his feet. Cavinton's performance was indeed mediocre. This one's strength and speed were not as strong as the opponent he faced that day.
This was not just due to the fact that the other party was weakened from being imprisoned, but there was a very disharmonious feeling about him. It seemed that his spirit and body were forcibly pieced together. According to what Rossard said, this was because he had obtained some of the power from that existence. This was not surprising.
However, beyond this, he felt that there was a slight stiffness in the other's movements.
It was as if some foreign object was stuck in his body, causing the flow to be unsmooth. He guessed that this one had not relied solely on his own strength to advance, but had borrowed some external assistance, leading to impure and unresponsive tissues.
This was not a problem when facing weaker opponents, but when he encountered a foe strong enough to suppress him, the drawbacks became apparent.
At this moment, he saw the scattered blood and flesh burrowing deeper into the soil beneath his feet, continuously moving deeper.
He did not stop them, as this was not something the other party had just started doing. It had been happening even before he arrived, during his battles with Rossard and himself. It seemed to be a deliberate delay tactic.
Let's see what he has up his sleeve.
If it's just the same as before, it will be disappointing.
In just a few breaths, a faint and continuous vibration began to spread from beneath his feet. As the vibrations grew stronger, the ground began to undulate like a surging sea.
Then, the surrounding view started to rise, and it became clear that the entire ground was being lifted. Soon, the sunken crater was pushed upward by some internal force.
The soil and bricks beneath churned, twisted, and broken pipes and metal pieces emerged, along with large jets of water. The surrounding buildings shook continuously, indicating that something large was about to emerge.
When Rossard sensed this from behind, he seemed to realize something, and his expression changed. He immediately leaped backward, retreating several kilometers before stopping and 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 Sealed Hall's Golden Helix Cross Staff, blocking out the surrounding light.
At this point, it seemed to have reached its limit. A series of vibrations, and the outer layer of the mound began to peel off in layers and chunks.
Once the attached objects were gone, a grayish-white behemoth was revealed. It appeared to be an oval-shaped, thick, and hard cocoon, with two rows of expandable and contractible air holes along the edges, making it difficult to identify.
The creature was about forty to fifty meters long, with thick, root-like appendages deeply embedded in the soil, at least half of it still buried underground. It seemed to be breathing, slowly expanding and contracting.
Chen Chuan saw this and slowly raised his Xuejun Blade, holding it in front of him. With a light flick, the sheath flew off, and he rotated the blade, revealing a cold gleam.
Last time, he felt something was off, so he did not use the blade against his opponent. This time, he did not have that feeling. Whether it was due to his increased strength or some other reason, he would not hesitate to use his weapon.
As he drew his blade, it seemed to send a signal. The behemoth suddenly emitted a strong pulse.
Rossard felt his heart constrict, unable to maintain his suspended position in mid-air. He fell to the ground with a thud, his chest feeling unbearably stifled, as if his body could no longer function normally.
At the same time, an extremely intense Field emanated, making his skin feel as if it were being eroded, especially on his exposed face and the backs of his hands, where small particles of dead skin were drifting away.
Chen Chuan glanced over, and his Second Self showed signs of intense Phantomization. This Erosive Field seemed to be emitted by the spirit that had parasitized Cavinton, and it felt as if the spirit was gradually being digested, no longer the strong, compressed presence it had been earlier.
Suddenly, the cocoon swelled and with a tearing sound, it burst open. The sensation intensified, and the Field's assault caused the Ritual surrounding them to crack slightly.
When the creature emerged from the hardened cocoon, its full appearance was revealed. It resembled a headless giant crab, its body a dull gray-white, with wide, fin-like limbs supporting its bloated body, and numerous twisted, whip-like tentacles hanging from its edges.
"What is that thing?"
The managers of the White Rock Long Hall were horrified. Their 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 defense activated."
They all felt a chill and instinctively took a few steps back.
At this moment, faces began to appear on the creature's back, each one being Cavinton himself but displaying various emotions such as joy, anger, and sorrow.
These numerous faces suddenly 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 blade, facing the giant creature that emerged from the ground, almost like a small mountain. Even from a distance, he could feel the strong air currents it generated, causing the long red sash on his blade to flutter.
He stared up, thinking about what kind of being this was. Now he was certain.
Strange Form!
Perhaps others wouldn't recognize it, but he did. He had seen the Ritual manuals given to him by Elder Lièfēng, and this was clearly the soul-devouring "Sovakil" from First People legends, the place where the souls of all things in the world were said to return.
If it's a Strange Form, then I need to be cautious of Aberrant Power. These forces are often irrational, especially for Dongxuan Templefighters...
As he was thinking, the creature's glowing tentacles lashed out at him.
This time, he didn't try to block them but dodged instead. The ground immediately split into deep grooves, and a violent tremor forced him back. The creature then suddenly leaned forward, lowering its center of gravity, and the faces on its back all took a deep breath in unison.
In that instant, Rossard, who was standing some distance away, felt a sudden weakness and had to support himself to avoid falling. He could clearly see his life force and essence turning into wisps of smoke, drifting toward the creature.
Not just him, but within a radius of several kilometers, all armed personnel and civilians also felt a profound weakness, becoming dazed and confused.
As Chen Chuan leaped back, he could clearly feel the force trying to draw out the energy within his body. Since he was at the forefront, the pull was undoubtedly stronger, and the Phantomization of his Second Self became even more severe.
So it's Aberrant Power...
This kind of attack isn't something that can be defended against purely by physical strength. It often involves something deeper. Setting aside sheer power, the creature's life force was clearly at a higher level than his.
This means that he alone couldn't withstand such power. However, he also noticed that the force didn't drain people instantly but had a continuous process, perhaps due to some inherent limitation or because it hadn't fully recovered.
If he could defeat it in this short time, he could win the battle without relying on his Second Self.
Raising his hand, a flash of light appeared in his palm, and a Spiritual Impact struck Cavinton. After a blinding flash, a deep rumble echoed through the air.
Although this impact tore a large wound on the creature's surface, the pale Spiritual Light Flame on its exterior quickly sealed the gap, and the wound beneath it rapidly healed under its protection.
This was the advantage of its massive size. Its physical resilience 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 fists to easily break through as before. This was likely the creature's adaptive response to his attacks.
However, this alone might not be enough!
Chen Chuan's eyes flashed, and he grasped the hilt of the Xuejun Blade with his other hand. The Spiritual Flame within him surged, flowing like water toward the blade.
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