Invincible Starting from Max Level Attributes Chapter 1178

Chapter 1178: Chapter 1204: Thunderstrike Slash! (Three Updates) Chapter 1178: Chapter 1204: Thunderstrike Slash! (Three Updates) Even without Sword Demon's warning, Yang Zhen knew that the Star Spring Sword was extraordinary.

However, after hearing Sword Demon's cry of surprise, Yang Zhen had no time to think about the Star Spring Sword– he immediately told the Green Lotus Sect leader and others, then launched himself into the chaos.

Seeing this, the Green Lotus Sect leader and the rest exchanged glances, then swiftly followed him.

They had planned to enter anyway, only they hadn't anticipated being tricked by Yang Zhen's illusion. Now that Yang Zhen had entered, there was no reason for delay. Their figures flickered as they followed him into the Domain of Extreme Peril.

In the Grand Desolation Garden Emperor Road, the most famous were the Sacrificial Extinction Road and the Cause and Effect Dao Origin. While the Sacrificial Extinction Road was located here, the location of the Cause and Effect Dao Origin was unknown. Thus, any practitioner entering the Grand Desolation Garden Emperor Road mostly chose to enter the Sacrificial Extinction Road first.

What if the Cause and Effect Dao Origin was in the Sacrificial Extinction Road?

This was a matter of chance, yet it was also something most people would subconsciously consider.

With the Cause and Effect Dao Origin unfound by the countless people who had searched the Grand Desolation Garden Emperor Road outside the Sacrificial Extinction Road, there was only one possibility–that the Cause and Effect Dao Origin was in the inaccessible Three Extremities Land, or at least somewhere therein.

The chaotic aura made one feel as if they were deaf and blind. Upon entering, Yang Zhen also experienced a brief loss of his senses.

This was not an easy pain to endure; in fact, the stronger the practitioner, the more difficult it was to accept this feeling.

The insecurity borne from the loss of senses was enough to put everyone on edge, as danger does not consider one's level of cultivation.

Once his feet touched solid ground again, Yang Zhen's face showed a peculiar expression. As he took in his surroundings, he gasped sharply.

He found himself in a crimson world filled with a tyrannical aura, as if from a battlefield where hundreds of thousands had fought, everything in complete disarray.

Countless people lay on the ground, moaning in pain. The red mists in the air spread like poison.

When Yang Zhen entered, only a few were still resisting; others had either lost their lives or were barely clinging to life.

Sword Demon stood to one side, his expression dark and angry. With a cold snort, countless swords appeared in mid-air. With the wind's swelling, they pushed away a large swath of the red mist.

After entering, the Green Lotus Sect master and others were shocked and hurried over to Yang Zhen, asking, “What happened?”

Yang Zhen did not answer their questions. Instead, he frowned and dashed into the red mist.

“Be careful, Yang Xiaozi!” Sword Demon snorted coldly, swinging his sword to clear a path for Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen reached mid-air, and his divine consciousness surged, instantly enveloping the entire valley.

Boom–!

A muffled sound echoed as flames blazed around Yang Zhen. The Companion Heavenly Fire blazed violently, casting him in the guise of a demon climbing out of the Nine Nether Purgatory.

The Netherworld Karmic Fire was already eerie. Now, combined with the crimson mist of the valley, it appeared exceptionally sinister and dreadful.

Taken aback, Sword Demon let out a sigh of relief, dissolved the swords around Yang Zhen with a flick of his hand, and looked at him, asking, “Did you find anything?”

Yang Zhen nodded, pointed casually, and said in a deep voice, “Come out!”

Hum!

As the Finger of Destruction activated, in a flash it threatened lives, terrifying air currents swirling, illuminating the entire valley.

A loud earth-shattering boom followed. The ground trembled, and countless rocks disintegrated under Yang Zhen's finger, turning into flying dust.

Sword Demon snorted coldly, and countless swords in mid-air shot towards the spot where Yang Zhen's finger had landed.

Echoes of eerie, cackling laughter filled the air as four figures burst from the ground. Mid-air, their blood-red eyes fixed on Yang Zhen for a moment, emitting strange cackles as they rushed away.

Many people instantly cursed and chased after them.

A cold light flashed across Sword Demon's face as he grinned and said, “Who are these cowards who dare scheme against the world?”

With that, Sword Demon transformed into a long sword, soared into the sky, and charged at two of them.

Yang Zhen frowned, suddenly his eyes widened, and he exclaimed, “This is bad!”

Boom–!

Five more figures darted out from various spots, shooting in all directions. Just as people were about to pursue, those figures turned back, each holding a dark red thread of aura, enveloping everyone.

“It's been a long time, Brother Sword Demon!”

A dry, rattling voice came through, and Yang Zhen turned his head back abruptly, his eyes almost popping out.

Behind him, unbeknownst to him, a person appeared, well, someone who looked like a person.

This person was extremely tall, and what terrified Yang Zhen was that he had two heads.

Damn, who has ever seen a person with two heads before?

In just a moment, the usually fearless Yang Zhen felt a chill on his back, and cold sweat broke out.

Upon hearing this person speak, Sword Devil turned back abruptly and laughed loudly, “I was wondering who was sneaking around here trying to trap people, turns out it's you, the damn two-headed freak.”

Boom–!

The two-headed freak seemed not to like the nickname, became enraged upon hearing it, and disappeared from the spot in a flash. Before Yang Zhen could react, the two were already fighting, causing the ground to shake and the mountains to sway, burying many practitioners.

Now, Yang Zhen could see clearly that the two-headed freak didn't actually have two heads but rather a flesh tumor as big as a head, which quivered disgustingly when angered.

The rest, their eyes blood-red, converged into one place, the red threads in their hands fusing into one, turning the world instantly fierce.

The terrifying red mist seemed to be activated by something, bubbling up, and more and more practitioners started to falter, falling to the ground and crying out in agony.

A curse came through, and Dao Idiot leaped up, his body ablaze with white flames, which covered the sky and burnt the red mist to nothing before he even reached mid-air.

“Damn thing, to use such a despicable method, bring it on!”

Looking like a scholarly young man, Dao Idiot turned out to be extremely reckless in a fight, moving left and right like a suicidal madman, quickly pulling two men in black into battle.

The remaining men in black seemed to be still supporting the formation. Amid the cries of numerous people, those who could still fight all rushed towards the men in black.

The leader of the Green Lotus Sect changed color dramatically, roaring out, “Against heaven's will!”

Yang Zhen listened, stunned, and ducked into the crowd.

So these guys were those notorious against-heaven's individuals?

Indeed, each one was immensely powerful, and even Yang Zhen felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness.

Damn… it seems that the mavericks are the real badasses!

Except for that two-headed person whose depth was not clear, the rest seemed nearly to have reached their limits.

Nevertheless, Yang Zhen found it odd, these near-limit individuals seemed not as powerful as Sword Devil and his ilk, rather like having been stimulated by some method to unleash all their potential within.

Even so, it was already frightening enough.

Since when could near-limit individuals be mass-produced?

Damn, Yang Zhen thought, he might as well keep his head down.

Under Dao Idiot's outburst, the red mist all surged toward Yang Zhen and his group, along with three to five shadowy figures with blood-red eyes, hunting the others in a most wretched state.

Yan Zixu and others charged forward, engaging one of the men in black in battle.

Yang Zhen shook his head; such a fight, it was hard to kill these people.

Against-heaven's individuals, this was the first time Yang Zhen had encountered them, so he couldn't help hiding aside to watch carefully.

Just then, out of nowhere, a man in black appeared, his eyes blood-red, emitting a terrifying laugh, and thrust his sword at Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen was startled and turned around, glaring hard at the man, cursing angrily, “Damn it, with so many people here, why come at me, Sao Saint? You think Sao Saint is easy to bully, don't you?”

Saying so, Yang Zhen disappeared.

When he reappeared, he was already behind the against-heaven's person.

“Thunderstrike Slash!”

Boom!

The Great Missing Sword struck solidly on the back of the head of the against-heaven's person.

Chapter end

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