Chapter 1931 - 993: Remove Harm_3

No way to Heaven, no entry to Earth, unable to escape, nowhere to hide.

What else can be done but wait for death?

It can be said that as the ultimate finishing move, Fashan has always performed the same, with no difference. And the true distinction of this skill lies almost entirely in the interference of Remove Harm.

Just like Ji Jue at this moment...

After exhausting his mind cutting down the Root of Death to a nearly manageable state, he finally came out with Pan Ying to claim the heads, holding onto a remnant Blood Legion only with numeric value, practicing the feel.

The level of invoking the opponent's old maladies and hidden ailments is far beyond reach, he can only rely on Remove Harm to influence the Disaster Beast's performance little by little, gradually attempting and honing his skills.

When he truly began to eliminate the opponent's possibilities, the movements were already too large... even a brainless Disaster Beast sensed something was wrong.

Unfortunately, it was already too late.

Within the observations of the Circle Realm, among countless possibilities, all that remained for the Root of Death were destruction.

Just as the Root of Death struggled desperately, initiating an attack almost like self-destruction, amidst countless destructions, there seemingly emerged faint hope and change, a distant path to life.

But, it was too far.

So far that it was out of reach.

"Looks like as a target, you've completely exhausted your value, what a thrilling battle it was."

Ji Jue held the sword, slowly stepping forward: "Though not allowing me to exert full force indeed is your problem, but do not worry, I will probably forget you eventually."

"So..."

At some undetermined time, the craftsman already close at hand extended a hand, pressed onto its body, bidding a final farewell:

"— Say goodbye."

Death, Destruction, Fire, Ice, Earthquake, Rending, Crushing...

Countless fears and hallucinations emerged and burst forth from the Disaster Beast's consciousness, like a tidal wave, causing its muddled mind to tremble violently.

The entire Circle Realm began to shake violently.

It was as if something was swiftly coalescing, manifesting, nearing completion...

Under this unprecedented fear of death, after the manifestation of the Circle Realm, the Root of Death exploded again, undergoing an unprecedented new evolution, breaking through old constraints, actually referencing the opponent in front of it, revealing a fresh new image.

Behind the cracked trunk, an abnormally giant with a broken head gradually took form from the pool of blood, quickly perfecting itself, in this seemingly endless nightmare, opening its eyes.

Roaring aloud.

Looking towards the enemy close at hand.

Only to find Ji Jue casting a cold glance.

This was the last scene it saw.

Boundless darkness engulfed everything.

The Root of Death, unable to complete the Transformation, fell backward towards the sky, silent forever, rapidly dissipating along with the rupturing Circle Realm... though the body remained intact, the most vital part inside the chest was empty.

A mass of overlapping countless shadows creating an aggregation, resembling a heart, this strange organism had long appeared in Ji Jue's hand.

Breaking through all outer obstacles, impacting the opponent's soul and essence.

Directly extracting its vital point out of thin air.

[Fashan]!

Accompanied by the contraction of five fingers, that heart-like shadow aggregation utterly shattered, its final shadow vanished into smoke, the Root of Death along with all Face-Stripping Warriors returned to nothingness once more.

"Nothing more than this!"

Among countless dispersing light shadows, Ji Jue stood with hands behind his back, looking towards the picture frame and Dispatcher not far away, smiling maliciously.

I, Non-Attack, am indeed invincible!!!

That's what he initially intended to say... sadly, right at the closure of Ji Jue's Taia and the Circle Realm's instant, before his eyes, things suddenly went pitch black!

Strange noises persisted, ears buzzed, unprecedented dizziness and nausea surged from his heart, amidst the spinning world, everything seemed to be shaking intensely, flickering.

He almost couldn't stand steady.

Nearly passed out.

But soon, the unusual sensations disappeared without a trace, as if they never appeared.

Instead, a furious bray was heard once more next to his foot!

It was Beagle.

Beagle's body flashed violently, swaying, almost flinging a shadow out, turning into a three-headed dog, but shortly thereafter returned to normal.

Voicing werwerwer angry curses endlessly, then lifted his head, and spat it out...

Like a fountain!

After spitting, it began to pull, once done, lifted its leg and peed beside Ji Jue's foot.

Still cursing with fury.

"Damn..."

Ji Jue almost kicked that wretched dog flying before asking the Dispatcher, "What the hell happened?"

"You ask me, I'm dying to ask you..."

The Dispatcher looked at Ji Jue with a strange expression, as if seeing a ghost in broad daylight: "What the hell were you doing in there? How come the moment I take my eyes off you, you almost blow yourself up?"

"Huh?"

Ji Jue was dumbfounded.

And after hearing Ji Jue's series of actions inside, even the Dispatcher couldn't help but twitch his face uncontrollably, hard to maintain composure.

Couldn't maintain it at all!

This is some kind of supreme treasure?!

What does it mean when I suddenly had a flash of inspiration, slapped my head, made a possibility amplifier for fun, and directly tapped the skills at the back?

You damn...

"Ji Jue, I've got a question." The Dispatcher took a deep breath, asked solemnly: "Do you know, in our era, how Mohists usually died?"

"Uh..."

Ji Jue replied tentatively: "Rebellion?"

"Yeah, although the ways of dying are varied, the reasons are just a few." The Dispatcher sighed: "Before achieving transcendence, eight out of ten Mohists died at the hands of the Eternal Empire. However, after transcendence, it's different with the Circle Realm."

"Thirty years East River, thirty years West River!"

Ji Jue nodded repeatedly: "That indeed is different."

"Indeed!"

The Dispatcher's expression grew increasingly odd: "Upon achieving transcendence, eight and a half out of ten Mohists die at their own hands.

To be precise, they died in that damned Circle Realm of yours!"

Therefore, Ji Jue started sweating.