Chapter 1928 - 992: Death Throes

Wild grass in a dormant state is nothing more than tiny seeds, but once awakened, it will instinctively entangle with anything rich in spiritual substance, take root and sprout, grow madly, and proliferate itself.

The more it absorbs, the faster it grows, and the more resilient it becomes... Even if it is torn in half, it will split like a worm, and even when left unattended, after reaching a certain level of absorption, it will also self-proliferate.

Just like wild grass covering the mountains.

Impossible to remove, never-ending to cut!

Unless its materiality is completely exhausted, otherwise the uncontrolled growth will never stop.

For humans, it's not particularly troublesome, you just need to bypass it, at worst, take another route... But as it happens, why is the Root of Death so large?

Moreover, the dispersed spiritual substance is like a natural catalysis planting belt for wild grass, once entangled, it will never loosen.

Once caught in it, wanting to shake it off becomes extremely difficult.

Even if Blood Flames are like a tide, they can't burn them all.

Amidst heavy entanglement, the efficiency of Disaster Beast's progress is greatly reduced, forced to laboriously trudge under the suppression and consumption of numerous long-range firepower from the fortress.

Watching helplessly as the situation worsens.

Did you really think Master of Glory was given for free?

Faced with such a newly born Disaster Beast, all strategies for response have been thoroughly considered, and all arrangements were prepared, if things still go wrong, Ji Jue might as well give up, find a rope, and hang himself.

Living would be disgraceful.

From the start, he never intended to confront head-on.

Just gradually bleed it out, through the method of boiling frogs in warm water, bit by bit, erode the mass of the Root of Death, and effortlessly take down this trouble, why bother to make things difficult for oneself?

This is called tactics, this is warfare!

Only at Ji Jue's feet, nailed in the center of the Secret Ritual, Pan Ying trembles again and again, buzzing.

Hungry, urging, pleading, praying.

Feeling the battlefield near at hand, longing impatiently to dive in and tear apart at leisure.

"No, it's not time yet."

Ji Jue glanced at it, dismissing coldly: "Even if it's for collecting heads, you must wait until it's a sure thing, wait a bit, ultimately you'll have your chance."

Pan Ying let out a helpless sound.

Rather, the Dispatcher who hung the frame in the fortress at some unknown time, stuck his head out, clicked his tongue and sighed: "You, this guy, really have no martial virtue at all."

This kind of cowardly act, back in our day, would have been a stain on one's honor."

"Kidding, I'm a Mohist!"

Ji Jue shot a sideways glance, rebutting indifferently: "Martial virtue? Are you speaking nonsense to a craftsman?"

"Huh?" The Dispatcher stopped talking, then wanted to speak again, "Has 'craftsman' become such a dirty word now?"

Back then, that little girl Carrion thundered in promise to create the Ember Era, didn't she?

Though the era indeed became new.

But no one said it would be such an era!

To this, Ji Jue shrugged helplessly, shook his head, and sighed long: "No way, the misunderstanding of us by the world is too deep... Such prejudice is indeed too vast."

Facing this kind of discrimination, when can us craftsmen ever hold our heads high?

As for the sources of misunderstanding, prejudice, and discrimination, don't mind that...

If we take a step back, others surely do have their faults too!

Boom!!!

A frenzy of Blood Flames surged skyward, then descended from the heavens.

As if intent on igniting everything completely.

Under countless wild grass entanglements, the Root of Death turned thoroughly berserk, roaring, arbitrarily waving its many arms, its already terrifying numerical stats exploded further.

With waves of air, countless entangling thorns flew up, shattering and falling like rain.

The entire battlefield was actually cleared in this round of Turtle Fist swinging!

As its Blood Eye looked toward the front, it realized the fortress gate thunderously opened, and then, the Hydra Giant Beast and Peace Cat Combat Team actually started to retreat!

Replacing them was a figure slowly stepping out from the darkness.

"... At this level, it should be about right?"

Ji Jue walked out casually as if in a leisurely garden, holding Pan Ying, ignoring the Skinning Warriors nearby leering, and the Root of Death clawing not far away.

Still possessing some challenge, not excessive enough to lose control, meanwhile ensuring sufficient amusement.

Sufficient to provide enough pressure and experimental data.

And fully validate some of his conjectures!

So...

"Come on!"

Ji Jue waved and invited, showing a smile: "The battle full of boiling blood is about to begin!"

Boiling blood, my ass!

The Dispatcher rolled his eyes.

After suddenly realizing, he no longer held any expectations for Ji Jue's character, only seeing something constantly barking like a dog.

No wonder you get along so well with those little guys from Sky Rail... They might be fake dogs, but you're undoubtedly real!

In an instant, Ji Jue had already brushed past the first Skinning Warrior that rushed forward.

It was merely a nonchalant sidestep, a slight shoulder turn, brushing past the blade that was slashing down and the teeth reaching for his throat, stepping forward naturally, and continuing ahead.

Only leaving behind, in mid-air, a crimson arc, which flashed and disappeared.

The blood-soaked figure behind Ji Jue suddenly froze, a straight crack appearing from the top of its head down to its crotch.

The illusion shattered, vanishing without a trace.

Never to be seen again.

Only the Pan Ying Sword's blade retained a trace of flowing crimson, growing more vivid, rising like flames burning, thirsting for more combat and slaughter!

Then came the second, the third...

There was no former chaos or fluster at all, not even utilizing the 2400-times Blood Arm's power-up and the Wolf's neural reflex, merely relying on his own qualities, strolling leisurely amidst the siege.

From start to finish, the smile at the corner of his mouth didn't change at all.

With the Pan Ying moving, unfettered sweeps, streaks of crimson scars winding and flowing, easily shattering the Skinning Warriors that rushed forward completely.

BOOM!!!

The sharp branches like a giant sword, amidst the wailing of the Root of Death, swung with blood-stained hands, slashing down toward Ji Jue.

And Ji Jue, with the same simple sidestep, twisting his shoulder, dodged the branch-bone sword descending from the sky, and then, as if he were a Prophet, the Pan Ying slashed forward, breaking through the gushing flood of bloodfire, opening a straight crevice forward from it.

The rumbling continued incessantly, the afterimages in the air multiplying continuously, right beneath the terrifying numbers, the Root of Death's dozen blood-soaked arms swung weapons made of branches, lightning storm slash!

Within a brief moment, hundreds, thousands, of strikes, sweeps, and stabs already lashed out toward Ji Jue.

Yet the small figure remained unscathed!

Effortlessly dodging left and right, maneuvering with ease within the frenzy of bloodfire, not even showing the slightest hint of panic.

On the contrary, it left continuous wounds on the Root of Death.

Uncatchable, untouchable, ungraspable!

Only a passive beating...

As if the opponent suddenly pressed alt and the numeric keypad together, a ding suddenly rang in his ears, like a nightmare!

Blood Eyes went berserk, staring intently at Ji Jue, the cracks extending arms suddenly screamed in unison, like big mouths.

The Root of Death suddenly inflated.

As if a big mouth opened in its chest, swallowing the entire world whole!

When clarity returned, in the dark world, there was only the bloodwater flowing like a torrent underfoot, and before his eyes, the towering, ferocious giant tree.

"...Circle Realm?"

Ji Jue raised his eyebrows in surprise, not expecting such a newly born Disaster Beast to possess such power?

According to Ji Jue's previous records and perceptions, the Root of Death's markings shouldn't have such a foundation.

Which means... as a nascent, infinitely potent Disaster Beast cub, under his provocation, it had a brain hemorrhage outburst, breaking through on the battlefield?!

One could only say, what a mighty and crazed moment, relentlessly charging for the slaughter.

Raise the fighting spirit and rage, expect anything to come your way!

While deep in thought, Ji Jue felt his body suddenly sink a bit, like a storm rushing at him with nowhere to hide or escape.

In a blink of realization, under the countless Blood Eyes gazing from above the sky, an ocean of agony manifested out of thin air upon Ji Jue's soul.

Skinning, finger severing, eye gouging, hand chopping, bone carving...

Pain, the cumulative agony of countless lifetimes, all unleashed on Ji Jue's soul with the expansion of the Circle Realm!

And that's it.

Chun Jun gave a slight vibration, the flood of pain had yet to take effect before being drained by the Demon's Shadow in one gulp, leaving just a fresh and crisp taste.

Not bad!

"Though breaking through in battle is impressive, ultimately it's a Disaster Beast, lacking in intelligence, the construction of the Circle Realm too crude... Purely mental attacks and torment, even with certain hit-lock, it's still too simplistic. If the opponent has any resistance, wouldn't the Circle Realm be wasted?"

Ji Jue commented: "Even if truly combining related traits, the focus shouldn't be on simply accumulating volume but should lie in the materialization of pain, right?

A dual insurance acting simultaneously on the material and spiritual, even if the soul has resistance, one could still attack through the material.

Using the weight of pain to instead crush the enemy..."

Amidst the Root of Death's furious glare, Ji Jue spoke eloquently, his smile growing more content.,

At this moment, after a pause, he suddenly asked: "However, by now, you should have realized, right?"

He said, "My Circle Realm."

Non-Attack unfolds.

No, Non-Attack had long been deployed.

Even from the beginning, it had already been initiated.

Only, now Ji Jue's ten fingers appeared empty!

For some reason, the Root of Death convulsed.

As if going crazy, its roots flailed wildly.

Constantly swinging and attacking everything around, as if fearing that hidden enemies lurked in the air, even ignoring Ji Jue standing there.

Because, till now, it finally felt...

An invisible hand was gripping its throat!