Chapter 1544: That’s Impossible

Chapter 1544: Chapter 1544: That’s Impossible

Yang Yan’s body merged into the Void, and a fist as thick as a hundred feet landed in that Void.

He was shaken out of the Void, with a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

Yang Yan did not have time to wipe away the blood, as the giant fist came again.

In an instant, Yang Yan was plunged into an extremely dangerous situation.

Soul Wuyou’s illusory soul appeared in a Void, looking at the battlefield filled with the air of blood, laughing aloud.

At the crucial moment, a golden hand descended upon Soul Wuyou.

Boom!

The giant hand, carrying Soul Wuyou’s body, fell onto the ground, and the deafening roar echoed across the battlefield, lingering for a long time.

At this moment, the movements of the white bones and corpses suddenly slowed down considerably.

In everyone’s eyes, a glimmer of hope finally emerged, leading to a fiercer attack on the enemy in front of them.

"Soul Wuyou, are you celebrating too soon?" The Celestial Venerable’s cold voice echoed on the battlefield.

Soul Wuyou’s figure did not reappear this time, but the earth trembled violently.

A giant, withered hand reached for the Celestial Venerable, with Immortal Power flowing on it.

This clearly was a True Immortal body!

The Celestial Venerable was shocked, exclaiming, "How can you manipulate a True Immortal body?!"

Soul Wuyou’s figure reappeared in the distance, but now it was so ephemeral, as if it could dissipate at any moment.

"Although I cannot manipulate the True Immortal body, I can barely control one of his arms. Now let’s see if you can withstand it. Hahaha!"

The Celestial Venerable was just lightly brushed by that hand, and cracks appeared all over his flesh.

In a panic, the Celestial Venerable hurriedly unleashed various techniques to resist the True Immortal hand before him.

In an instant, dragon roars and phoenix cries resounded through the battlefield, stirring the soul.

Yang Yan diverted his focus, seeing that the Celestial Venerable could still hold on for a moment, and then refrained from exerting full strength, buying time.

Meanwhile, he slowly approached the place where Soul Wuyou was.

Soul Wuyou saw that everyone was entangled, then set up numerous arrays around himself, calmly extracting and refining the bloodlines of the Ten Thousand Races within them.

Gradually, various colored blood converged in front of him, forming a body seemingly flawless in the world.

In the area shrouded by black fog, countless auspicious scenes appeared.

There were fairies dancing gracefully nearby, Immortal Monarchs playing music for him, and Immortal Beasts bowing before him.

As if everything was proclaiming that his invincible body was about to be forged.

Soul Wuyou let out a maniacal laugh, "Hahaha! How many years, how many years! How many years have I waited for this moment?! Finally... I shall forge my invincible body! But it’s still not perfect, still lacking..." 𝑓𝑟ℯℴ𝓂

Suddenly his frenzied voice abruptly halted, screaming coldly, "Bloodlines of Ten Thousand Races, activate!"

The wounded people in the field fighting against the enemy saw fresh blood gush furiously from their flesh, converging toward the body in the Void.

Yang Yan’s expression suddenly changed, looking at the sky obscured by black fog, and swiftly fled far away.

In the Void originally shrouded by black fog, a blood-red Thunder Dragon rolled within.

Dark lightning flickered among them.

The Void turned into a black abyss, where chaotic Space Laws danced across the Void.

Soul Wuyou exclaimed in horror, "Why is there such a terrifying Thunder Tribulation, it’s impossible, it’s impossible, absolutely impossible."

Soul Wuyou shouted in panic, meanwhile hurriedly flying away with his yet unformed body.

At the same time, he activated the great array at the fastest speed, numerous dark soul shadows appeared on the array light screen, condensing into a huge and thick black shield.

The blood-red Thunder Dragon entangled with bloody shackles for more killing intent.

Roar—

The Thunder Dragon let out a dragon cry that echoed through heaven and earth, crashing onto the black light screen in an instant.

The black light screen, under repeated impacts from the Thunder Dragon, gradually showed small cracks.

Meanwhile, the black fog in the basin slowly dissipated, but the external Thunder Tribulation was too overwhelming, even if the black fog dispersed.

Under the cover of deep and thick thunderclouds, the basin remained dim and without light.

Yang Yan’s eyes showed a flicker of realization.

Soul Wuyou, in order to forge his invincible body, sacrificed thousands of Void Realm cultivators, creating a body intolerable between heaven and earth, thus attracting the World-Ending Thunder Tribulation.

Moreover, this place was the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races, where countless formidable fighters perished, causing the power contained in the Thunder Tribulation to continuously increase.

It’s likely that Soul Wuyou won’t survive.

Thinking of this, Yang Yan showed a trace of sympathy in his eyes as he glanced at Soul Wuyou, who was supporting the light screen.

Yang Yan saw the Celestial Venerable tied up by the True Immortal palm, while Soul Wuyou concentrated on withstanding the World-Ending Thunder Tribulation, and his eyes showed a hint of struggle.

Although he coveted the numerous Magical Treasure of the Celestial Venerable, Yang Yan also understood that the Celestial Venerable was still competent and showed no sign of weariness.

Yet, this Soul Wuyou, despite his constant attacks, had exhausted his methods.

At this moment, the existence of the World-Ending Thunder Tribulation undoubtedly provided Yang Yan with the perfect opportunity to kill him.

Yang Yan gripped the World-Ending Demon Spear tightly, utilizing Space Law, and simultaneously employed Three Thousand Incarnations to restrain the God and Demon corpse that was slowing down.

Yang Yan’s figure flickered, concealing within the Void, silently approaching Soul Wuyou.

When the light screen above Soul Wuyou’s head shattered, Yang Yan’s eyes flashed with cold light, thrusting his World-Ending Demon Spear.

Soul Wuyou growled lowly, "Insignificant human, you thought I wouldn’t guard against you?"

As his words fell, a blood-red Thunder Dragon as long as a hundred feet flew toward Yang Yan’s body from the sky.

Yang Yan’s expression remained unchanged as he continued flying toward Soul Wuyou, his speed doubled.

Soul Wuyou’s expression turned cold, watching Yang Yan swiftly approaching.

Suddenly, his face drastically changed.

Yang Yan’s body appeared beside Soul Wuyou’s invincible body in the blink of an eye.

Yang Yan never intended to kill Soul Wuyou initially, his target had always been his body.

Soul Wuyou is already difficult to deal with as is. If he acquired this invincible body, humanity would gain another formidable enemy in the future.

Although the chance was slim, Yang Yan dared not gamble.

Yang Yan’s World-Ending Demon Spear instantly pierced through the arrays set by Soul Wuyou around him, like cutting into tofu, deeply plunging into the body.

The immense vitality within this body was swiftly absorbed by the World-Ending Demon Spear, appearing defeated in a short time, as if devoured by the Taotie.

Due to the influence of the bloodlines of the Ten Thousand Races, the originally light golden blood on the spear tip of the World-Ending Demon Spear turned into a dark golden color, refracting a mesmerizing light.

Rumble...

The spear body violently trembled, a devastating wave emanated from it, forcing Yang Yan to hold it with both hands just to barely hold on.