NOVEL NEXT Chapter 515: Heaven Descends
Generally speaking, when an unarmed person loses their weapon and faces a monstrous creature hundreds of meters long with six wings and four heads, they would usually avoid its brunt, delay, and seek weak points and opportunities for a decisive strike.
However, there are always exceptions.
Just like Ji Jue, whose mind was fully charged as soon as he opened his eyes.
Just like Wen Wen... her entire being was reduced to mere numbers!
Whatever you say!
First, take a damn punch!
It was like recklessly swinging a fist at an oncoming truck, a confrontation where the Power of the Saint met head-on, Yidra felt like a fully-loaded truck rumbling forward and then crashing into a mountain!
Darkness clouded his vision, scales shattered, a massive crack collapsed into his head.
A depression.
Unbelievable.
What the hell is this?! What exactly happened? Where did this come from? Is he still in the Divine Country?!
How can such a bizarre thing happen!
Where does this horrifying power come from?
Even though many tales were heard of Angels being defeated at this heretic's hand, it still seemed unbelievable: does something exist in this world that can rival divine grace?
No, it's not just a rivalry...
—it's a [negation]!
In the instant of sudden realization, Yidra felt a chilling sensation throughout his body!
Divine grace, protection, Holy Power... whatever the name, all the power bestowed by the Holy God was, upon encountering the opponent, entirely obliterated, crushed like a fortress made of sand!
Returned to original form.
Bao Dacai once came for this unique characteristic, lurking in the resistance camp, secretly observing, only to find that the existence of the opponent was completely different from what he imagined!
Rather than saying she was part of a dream, it would be better to say she was an anomaly shoved into this Illusion Dream.
Perhaps this is an awakening—if Ji Jue erodes the Dream with his consciousness, then she rejects the Dream with hers.
Using her own dream to isolate the Illusion Dream!
If this Illusion Dream were the ocean, she would be a meteor falling into it, unshakable and unaffected by surging undercurrents or roaring tides, completely incompatible with the ocean!
Just like Ji Jue, whose consciousness tainted by Ashes instinctively wanted to transform everything, this stubbornness and persistence, unaffected by any changes, might indeed reflect the essence of the Ruins.
The external manifestation is an almost inconceivable immunity to magic.
No reinforcement works on her, and all mechanisms in front of her are utterly useless.
She crudely brings all opponents to the same blank state as her, then steamrolls them with exaggerated numbers!
Precisely due to her rejection of the dream's penetration, she fears no opponent. Yet, precisely because she rejects any interaction and communication with the Illusion Dream, she cannot influence this world.
Though she can indefinitely weaken enemies, she cannot effectively kill them.
Even if the enemy is thoroughly smashed and ground to dust, they'll resurrect in Sky City in a blink, ultimately just consuming a bit of spiritual essence.
If she had a means like Ji Jue's to directly dissolve the opponent's consciousness and soul, she might have single-handedly shattered this absurd divine dream!
But it's not too late now.
"I suppose Ji Jue needs a bit more time, so I'll keep you company,"
Wen Wen rubbed her wrist, ignoring the cracks on the back of her hand, when suddenly, she laughed brightly: "A dignified Saint wouldn't be as easily dispatched as those riffraff outside, right?"
Boom!
In the sudden storm, Wen Wen advanced, breaking through the dust, once again closing the distance, and then punched again, shattering the hastily raised wing of Yidra.
In a brief moment, the large snake-like tail swept, collided with Wen Wen, finally repelling her. Yet, amidst the earth-shaking roar, its tail was exposed to the bone, nearly broken.
No, can't face her head-on—
Amid spasms of pain, sensing the hardness of the opponent, Yidra shivered, unable to catch a breath, as the figure that flew out was already closing in again!
Fast, too fast!
In a rush, at the break of the shattered wing, flesh and bone swiftly intertwined, forming a bizarre arm that shattered again in the collision.
Barely enduring a move, the mangled arm pierced backward into his throat.
Brilliant and intense light was bred within the darkness, gradually pulled out, intertwined into layers of tangible crimson Thunderbolt, forming a bizarre giant sword.
In the sky above, endless dark clouds gathered out of nowhere, the resounding roar echoed through Central City in a sudden burst.
The Thunder Giant Sword slashed down!
This time, facing Yidra's full-powered strike, Wen Wen finally made a dodging motion. Wherever the blade passed, everything burned to ashes in an instant, earth split open, flames burst forth.
The magnificent Sacrifice Cathedral was instantly reduced to a Demon Realm Hell, so hideous.
"Indeed—"
Yidra laughed heartily: "No matter how bizarre a heretic's means, they are ultimately limited. Although I don't know how you negate Holy Protection, at the same time, what you erase ultimately has its limits!"
As long as the number is sufficient, it will eventually overcome this negation, heavily damaging the evil!