Otherworldly Desert Dust

Chapter 286 - 241: A Small Step for Wu Hen

Cai Huang was suspended beneath the Dark Domain Starry Sky, his golden radiance fierce, like a splendid and brilliant sea of stars!

Thousands of rays of golden starlight suddenly pierced through towards the ground, aiming at the location where Jiao Zhu was.

Jiao Zhu had a wound on his back, and his movements had become increasingly sluggish. Even though he could tell from Cai Huang’s aura what Advanced Saint Technique he was casting, it was too late to escape.

The golden starlight, seemingly thread-like, was how they looked in the Sky Dome. When they struck the ground, these rays were extremely thick, comparable to an All-Destruction Light Weapon released by a Cosmic Starship, yet Cai Huang alone could easily reach the pinnacle technology of many Human Clan Forces.

This made the people from Magic Cube Star and the Tower Clan tremble with fear. To regard these Masters from the Holy Sect as gods was not an exaggeration at all, for from their perspective, how could a physical body possibly achieve such a terrifying realm?

The thick beams of starlight plowed open the surface of the earth. Initially, Jiao Zhu tried to dodge these beams of starlight, but when thousands of them fell simultaneously and sealed off all the areas he could evade, Jiao Zhu could only withstand them with his powerful Totem body.@@@@

Soon, wounds started to appear on his body. When other starlight beams hit the same spot, these wounds turned into bloody holes piercing through his veins and bones.

Such bloody holes increased in number on Jiao Zhu’s body, and he howled in agony!

The land of the Holy Sect turned to ashes, the ground riddled with wounds. Jiao Zhu stood wavering amid this devastation, blood-drenched, like a gorilla that had been skinned alive.

His face was hideously twisted, his body shaking violently, and his eyes were ferociously terrifying, as if they could directly tear a person apart!

Jiao Zhu’s gaze swept back and forth between Cai Huang and Wu Hen, unsure who he hated more.

His body tensed gradually. Resorting to an unknown Spell, the blood that spilled from his body quickly turned into grains of blood sand, hovering around him.

The blood inside his body seemed to be burning. Fiery red grains of blood sand trickled from his wounds, and soon a blood-red sand whirl appeared in this ruined land, like a swirling vortex of sand suspended in the air!

"This guy is casting the Blood Burning Technique; he’s going for a fight to the death with us," Cai Huang became alert and warned Wu Hen.

In the Saint Child Realm, the Blood Burning Technique was not the golden flames of Holy Blood, but such red sand, each grain sharp to the extreme, more like countless shattered blades.

Jiao Zhu’s Blood Blade Quicksand stirred, he stepped forward like a sandstorm wraith, an overwhelming sandstorm enveloping the heavens.

Wu Hen and Cai Huang were engulfed by this Blood Blade sandstorm at the same time, completely obscuring their vision.

Hearing was also ineffective amid the roaring sandy chaos, and Wu Hen’s throat was filled with these knife-like grains of sand, suppressing all his Perception.

The Little Yi Sword Pattern created a purple and black ripple, forming the Purple Death Curtain of Death Omen Yuan You.

Inside the Purple Death Curtain, all the blood sand grains were dissolved, but the range of this curtain was extremely limited, only able to protect the very small area around Wu Hen.

Suddenly, a sinister claw reached out.

The Purple Death Curtain in front of him started to fluctuate, and as the sinister claw passed through the curtain, it was dissolved in an instant. The skin, flesh, and veins of the claw rapidly vanished, leaving only a bone claw. However, the power of the Death Omen slowed down when it came to dissolving this pure gold bone...

This Holy Bone Claw naturally belonged to Jiao Zhu.

His skeleton, similar to that of the Purple Robed Master Xin Feng, had reached a realm where the body would perish but the bone would remain.

Meaning, the dissolving power of the Death Omen Yuan You’s Purple Death Curtain also had a limit. If a flesh body was below this limit, it would be killed instantly without leaving a trace of residue.

However, exceeding the limit of the Purple Death Curtain would result in a process of dissolution. This process might take one second or several hours. Once this process existed, it meant that the enemy could pose a threat to oneself inside the curtain, just like when he had entered the curtain himself. There was a very brief delay in the dissolution, during which he had seized half of the Yuan You.

Whatever secrets lay within the Holy Sect, Wu Hen was also concerned, but Cai Huang absolutely could not die.

If he died, the Holy Sect would fall onto Wu Hen’s shoulders. Wu Hen, already warned by the high-dimensional insects, would surely face punishment!

"Die for me!"

Wu Hen unleashed all his strength, his sword in hand like a bone-removing blade, kept chopping along Jiao Zhu’s "bone texture" relentlessly...

Fortunately, Wu Hen had often dissected bones in the Scroll Realm before and knew that even the most indestructible materials had their unique texture. If you cut along this texture, even mythical creatures fell like wild buffaloes.

Jiao Zhu’s claw still struck towards Cai Huang, flattening his lower half.

But Jiao Zhu seemed to have only his claw left; his skeletal frame had already disintegrated, and under Wu Hen’s swift blade, it broke apart, turning into loose skeletons like those in a biological laboratory.

Cai Huang, terrified and eyes rolling back, thought he was undoubtedly going to die until he realized that the claw had lost its driving force and, even if it landed on him, it had little power left.

He immediately neglected his injuries and turned the remaining soul breath into countless light blades, cutting up the remaining arm bone!

The golden arm bone was sliced into pieces by his light blades, but considering Jiao Zhu’s Divine Skills, Cai Huang worried the bone fragments might regenerate. Thus, he formed a golden light crushing seal, wanting to grind these bones into dust before he could truly relax.

After finishing this, Cai Huang still felt insecure in the pervasive blood sand.

Dragging his flattened lower body, he crawled to escape this terrifying area, just in case Jiao Zhu’s vengeful soul attacked him, trying to drag him down to the Netherworld.

Clearly, Cai Huang was overly cautious.

Jiao Zhu’s vengeful soul could no longer do harm, as its soul breath had just flown out when Little Yi bit into it, then dragged it into Wu Hen’s body for a feast.

First-class Heavenly Brilliance!

This bucket of golden rice was more than enough to stuff Little Yi.

Wu Hen stood amidst the blood sandstorm, his body likewise covered with wounds.

At last, Jiao Zhu the old thief was slain, which made Wu Hen breathe out a long sigh of relief.

Once upon a time, the Purple Robed Master with his own power nearly annihilated the entire human homeland. Billions of people were under his rule, and all of humanity’s elites combined were insufficient to withstand a few of his Magic Formulas.

Jiao Zhu’s strength wasn’t far off from the Purple Robed Master, Xin Feng. Even though Ol’Bastard Cai Huang exerted a great deal of effort in this battle, it could still be counted as a righteous kill!

Fallen into the Otherworldly Dust, human beings saw one insurmountable mountain after another appear before them, so distant and unreachable.

Now, they had climbed over this mountain.

A small step for Wu Hen, a giant leap for humanity!

Therefore, Wu Hen exhaled with particular satisfaction, his heart racing with excitement.

As insignificant as dust, as humble as mayflies, each encounter with the Desert Dust Predator imprinted scorn in the human soul. But in the end, they were all trampled underfoot by Wu Hen, becoming stepping stones on his ladder of evolution.

The blood sand grains still floating around gathered slowly towards Wu Hen standing quietly, savoring this hard-won victory—it felt like being a king on the battlefield. The blood-colored sand grains ceased being malicious and hostile, and more like sentient blood-colored soldiers, began to submit, to support, slowly merging into the scorching hot blood of Wu Hen!