Chapter 946 - 740: Battle at the Pinnacle (Part 2)

Chapter 946: Chapter 740: Battle at the Pinnacle (Part 2)

Ding Chen was well aware of the cost of failure; they might not need the Heavenly Demon to deal with them, as they would already have nowhere to stand.

Ding Chen gritted his teeth even tighter. In the face of this life-or-death threat, his mind was running even faster, and amidst the frantic spinning of thoughts, a spark of inspiration was born in his mind.

"I’ve got it! I’ve got it! I have a way to deal with Qin An!"

Ding Chen thought for a moment and finally found a suitable method.

"Since I am using world consciousness as a link to connect various attacks, why shouldn’t I now borrow the power of fragmented world consciousness to become my own strength? Perhaps this is my hope for a comeback!"

He was now using fragmented world consciousness to connect the attacks from various fragmented worlds, hence he had such unobstructed power.

And the only consciousness he could mobilize now also belonged to those fragmented worlds.

He had borrowed once before, so those fragmented world consciousnesses, relying on instinct, might find him very familiar and perhaps wouldn’t hinder him at all.

After understanding this, Ding Chen no longer thought much about it. Then, after pushing Qin An back with the Soul Weapon Longsword, he immediately raised the longsword.

"Bring it to me!"

The power within him surged constantly. As these words fell, the already extremely formidable Ding Chen suddenly became even more formidable.

The power of the fragmented worlds, alongside the swinging of his Soul Weapon Longsword, surged again with the link to various fragmented world consciousnesses, gathering within him.

Ding Chen suddenly raised his head, his eyes flashing with a trace of killing intent: "This time, you’re dead for sure. I will slowly kill you!"

As his words fell, Ding Chen took a step forward, and immediately, his aura became twice as strong as before.

Ding Chen without hesitation raised the Soul Weapon Longsword and fiercely struck at Qin An ahead.

This time, the strength of the attack was much stronger than before.

Qin An was originally preparing to rise up and take Ding Chen’s head; who knew that Ding Chen’s power would suddenly become so formidable.

When his fist came into contact with Ding Chen’s Soul Weapon Longsword, that enormous power caused his figure to fly backward a dozen zhang away, his accumulated blood surging as he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

This scene appeared, and the cultivators on Ding Chen’s side showed expressions of wild joy on their faces.

Because from the beginning until now, they had already been in despair, but now, when Ding Chen held the upper hand, their despair transformed into hope.

"Kill! Kill him!"

The same thought floated in the heart of every cultivator.

On the other hand, Marshal Liu and the elder exchanged a glance and both showed a cautious expression.

They could also see that Ding Chen, using the power of the fragmented world consciousness, had already elevated his strength to an extremely strong level.

And Qin An was already on the back foot here, like a small boat sailing in the deep sea, always at risk of capsizing.

A hint of gravity flashed in the elder’s eyes, and then he gritted his teeth and said: "Marshal Liu, let the men be ready, soon we’ll have to risk it all to help Mr. Qin."

He believed that under such attacks, Qin An might very well be defeated, and if Qin An were defeated, their lives could not be preserved.

Might as well make a decisive fight, with decisive action, to fight a death battle with the opponent.

But when the elder said this, he subconsciously looked at Marshal Liu only to find that Marshal Liu’s expression was exceedingly calm.

A hint of doubt flashed in the elder’s eyes, not understanding why Marshal Liu had this expression.

Yet he still voiced his question.

"Marshal Liu, do you think Mr. Qin will win?"

When he asked this question, surprisingly, Marshal Liu nodded his head very affirmatively.

This expression made the elder’s heart more puzzled, as he didn’t know why Marshal Liu was so confident.

Marshal Liu provided an answer.

"You don’t know Mr. Qin, but I know very well what kind of person Mr. Qin is. Since he walked out from a small county, he has been synonymous with miracles, fighting all the way without ever losing."

"Every time people think he will lose, he wins, and he wins very easily. Look at Mr. Qin’s expression now."

After these words fell, the elder subconsciously looked over, only to see that although Qin An was at a disadvantage under the opponent’s offensive, if he looked closely, he would see that Qin An’s expression at the moment was extremely calm, just like a violent storm, unable to change any of his emotions.

It is precisely this expression that caused the elder to feel a sense of inconceivability.

Could it be that Mr. Qin still has a trump card unused?

As this thought emerged, it was like rooting and sprouting, harshly rooted in the heart.

He thought that Qin An might really have a way to reverse the situation.

Thinking of this, the elder temporarily suppressed thoughts in his heart and continued to watch.

On the battlefield, Ding Chen’s offensive became more intense, accompanied by waves of mockery.

"Qin An, just admit defeat. With your ability, you simply cannot persist any longer. Now if you admit defeat, I can decide to have Lord Celestial Demon spare the lives of the beings of this world, only taking your life."

As these words fell, Ding Chen felt very generous, offering Qin An a way out.

But when those words fell, what greeted them were Qin An’s increasingly sharp offensives.

Ding Chen laughed coldly and easily blocked Qin An’s attacks: "Qin An, you really are resisting stubbornly. Don’t you know how terrifying I became after borrowing the fragmented world consciousness? With your current skills, it’s simply impossible to beat me."

He used extreme mocking, intending to crush Qin An both in terms of power and words.

Because he wanted to express the depression within his heart through this.

The group of cultivators across thought they could really reverse the situation, whereas what he wanted to do now is to crush the confidence of that group of cultivators.

Let them know the so-called Savior is actually nothing more, just an ant that can be squashed casually.

Thinking of this, Ding Chen launched an even fiercer offensive.

Qin An continuously retreated under Ding Chen’s attacks.

Ding Chen estimated that after a while, he could capture Qin An.

But at this moment, Qin An suddenly spoke.

A voice echoed, causing Ding Chen to feel a trace of urgency in his heart, as if in the cold winter someone poured a basin of cold water over him, chilling him from head to toe.

"Ah, I had originally wanted to test more of my limits, but now it seems I still fall short."

As his words fell, Ding Chen suddenly raised his head, a hint of anger flashing in his eyes.

"Test? You mean the previous battles were all tests? You take yourself too seriously, who do you think you are, able to use people of my level as a means of testing?"

He was very angry because since becoming the strongest in his world, no one dared to say such words in front of him.

This was arrogance to the extreme.

Even if the opponent is the Savior, it won’t do.

He thought perhaps Qin An was purposely provoking him, trying to instill fear and make him flee.

In that case, Qin An and those cultivators would have a chance to survive.

But when this idea emerged, he found himself completely mistaken in the next second.

After retreating a very far distance, Qin An slowly raised his head, his tone containing a trace of mockery.

"You just said you borrowed the power of fragmented world consciousness to reach this level, but I found you seem to have not borrowed much fragmented world consciousness. Is it that you can only access these, or is this your limit?"

Ding Chen’s face was full of confusion, not understanding what Qin An meant by his words.

But in the next second, he understood.

Qin An slowly raised his arms, his eyes carrying a trace of coldness.

"No matter how much fragmented world consciousness you borrow, they remain fragmented. But if I can borrow the world consciousness of a complete world, how will you make a comeback?"