Chapter 1929 - 993: Remove Harm

The organ like a neck, Root of Death has none, let alone something like a throat.

Moreover, even if a throat existed, except for the Vortex System, no one else in this world would have such a large hand.

But this sense of fear is so vivid.

Premonition, or perhaps intuition, constantly warn, making it feel a chill akin to a nightmare, instinctively wanting to break free, yet unable to find where it is being held.

It can only keep struggling, twisting, as if entangled by an invisible ghost, wanting the unseen fearful thing to stay away.

It doesn't even know what it's truly afraid of.

"...Truly worthy of a beast, its intuition is indeed sharp."

Within the blood water Circle Realm, Ji Jue watched its frantic state, sighing regretfully: "It's a pity, a beast is ultimately a beast. This out-of-control look and mutant composition, in its ignorance, isn't even up to a beast's level... no matter how powerful it is, if it can't maintain even the most basic thinking ability and calm, what's the meaning of it?"

Boom!

Perhaps it was Ji Jue's mocking words, or perhaps it finally remembered where it was and what it was supposed to do.

Amidst the stimulation of fear and confusion, countless pairs of blood eyes from the sky spasmed again, staring fixedly at Ji Jue walking on the blood water.

An endless stream of pain was imposed out of thin air upon Ji Jue's consciousness, yet it couldn't break through Chun Jun's defense, to no avail at all.

After perceiving this point, countless black roots extended out from the blood water. These roots were like twisted and wriggling human figures, even with remnant wailing faces, entangling continuously, trying to pull him into the bottomless blood water.

Right after, blood rain fell from the sky, each drop like a crystal burning with flames, densely covering the whole sky.

Each drop left a sharp trail as it cut through the air, the sound of breaking wind overlapping into endless thunder.

Within the gloomy world, silhouette after silhouette emerged from the curtain of blood rain. Those Skinning Warriors, reborn from the Circle Realm, launched a desperate assault.

It was as if, in an instant, they were enemies with the entire world.

The ground and sky, everything seen appeared fierce.

But oddly, it was still utterly useless... they couldn't even touch Ji Jue's sleeve or the hem of his garment.

Couldn't even achieve the initial killing effect.

Pan Ying roared, amidst the casual flourish, amidst the assault of the heavy rain roots and undead, drew a faint boundary.

A strand of crimson rose even higher atop the sword blade, like fire, ruthlessly shredding to bits any opponent daring to offend!

The spiritual quality flowed between the Swordsmith and the Nine Forms, refining and urging the essence.

Ji Jue only needed to control this fierce evil forged by himself, and after issuing a command, there would naturally be consummate sword skills manifesting under Pan Ying's guidance.

Even if he had never formally studied any profound swordsmanship, now he resembled a Sword Saint of unparalleled experience, effortlessly dismantling the waves of attacks from Root of Death.

No Inheritance Burnt Offering, no Sacrificial Master's blessing, merely relying on Pan Ying's power to face the entire Circle Realm.

No sign of awkwardness or embarrassment, instead, unprecedentedly...

In peak condition!

Even a blind man could see how absurdly good Ji Jue and Pan Ying's current state was, terrifyingly so.

Every advance and retreat, every attack and defense, every thought and decision... an almost unchanging straight line, directly hitting the upper limit, engraving the theoretical optimal solution into reality.

In contrast, Root of Death was almost like drooling.

Stumbling step by step, flustered, brain overloaded, making blunders... all operations were deforming, all attacks were almost ineffective.

The blood rain fell due to operational errors, delayed by just a moment, allowing Ji Jue to foresee it.

The roots sprouted too hastily, lacking toughness, instead getting broken by Ji Jue one by one.

And the Skinning Warriors' assault was completely disorganized, hindering each other, not finding the slightest harmony, almost dropping their powerful moves on their teammates.

An earth-shattering maggot, crawling from head to tail, even the Disaster Beast itself couldn't accept it, agitated and frenzied, completely red-hot... if there were any rope, it might have already hung itself!

Can't live anymore!

"Hmm, feeling unwell?"

A warm voice came from afar, undiminished by the roaring noise, echoing in the ear, soothingly comforting: "The air conditioning temperature is too low, the mouse quality too poor, the internet speed too slow... these are unavoidable problems in competitive games, don't be afraid, work to overcome them."

Among the pouring blood rain, an untainted craftsman shattered the Skinning Warrior's siege, smiled at it: "It's rare that my condition is excellent, play with me a bit longer!"

From that tiny figure, as if great darkness erupted like a torrent, completely enveloping Root of Death.

Cracking sounds arose, from the dark trunk.

Inescapably, trembling!

Finally felt...

That condescending, 'overlook'!

Despite the opponent being so small, yet its intuition constantly brought abnormal perceptions and warnings, instead making it feel: the truly small one, is itself!