Desolate Devouring Art - Chapter 1340 - Earth Bellow
Chapter 1340 – Earth Bellow
Competition on the first six levels wasn’t fierce; it mostly devolved into scrappy brawls to get ahead. Relying on the Moon Tribulation Incineration Array, Liu Wuxie shook the Grand Unity Sect, slowed the demon clan and the abyssal race, and reached the fifth level first.
Without that array, Liu Wuxie wouldn’t have advanced this smoothly. He had little chance against Mu Qingshan alone, much less the hordes from the demon clan and the abyssal race.
The demon clan marched in a dust cloud and closed in behind Liu Wuxie. Without the array’s interception, they would surely have reached the gate in the first wave.
Forced into the second wave, the demon clan and the abyssal race fumed and poured all their resentment onto Liu Wuxie.
Heatwaves rolled toward Liu Wuxie as the rakshasa clan swept in, gliding through the air. They loosed a storm of arrows that hissed through space and materialized at his back, battering other humans as well.
At the last Myriad Race Ceremony, the rakshasa clan took first in the Divine Sun-Shooting Tower. The demon clan and the abyssal race had also won in past years; between them, the three races have practically monopolized the first place.
The arrows closed fast. With no time to dodge, he cast the Great Spatial Mythical Art and froze them in place.
The arrows missed, but still hindered the humans, slowing even Liu Wuxie. The demon clan and the abyssal race seized the opening to close the gap, their powerful physiques letting them shrug off most of the spatial suppression.
Meanwhile, the humans felt heavier suppression and held back, afraid to burn through their true essence.
When Vanya’s group reached the fifth level, they followed Liu Wuxie’s instructions and found a place to rest. In any case, it was too late to push for the sixth.
Most humans halted on the fifth level, the usual limit for ordinary Primal Origin Realm cultivators. The sixth would strain the body, and the seventh’s suppression would target the primordial spirit.
Anyone with a weak primordial spirit risked having the soul sea crushed outright. When the sixth-level gate appeared, everyone eased their pace again.
“Humans, you’re courting death!” the demon clan roared from behind. Unused to seeing humans ahead, they watched nearly a thousand spread out, ignoring the taunts and keeping a steady pace.
“Liu Wuxie, you can’t escape. Surrender!” the rakshasa clan shouted from behind. They had fixed their sights on him.
Pursued by the rakshasa clan, Liu Wuxie twisted and soared. Hundreds of rakshasas pooled their strength to run him down.
Unlike earlier events, chaos erupted the moment they entered. In the Divine Sun-Shooting Tower, anyone could join forces, and the three races held the advantage.
Another, fiercer barrage screamed over, edged with spatial energy—the rakshasa clan teemed with prodigies, many wielding techniques taken from the human race.
“Get lost!” Liu Wuxie roared, unleashing the Dragon-Grasping Hand to swat the arrows aside, and several rakshasas at the fore with them.
After blasting the rakshasa aside, Liu Wuxie’s pace dipped. Their tactic was despicable—stall the humans so the demon clan and the abyssal race could find an opening.
The sixth-level gate drew near—ten minutes at most. Then a roar rolled across the desolate expanse as the star nodes in Liu Wuxie’s body lit; his True Dragon Physique flared, his speed spiked, and the rakshasa missed him again.
“Earth Bellow!” A golden-furred beast reared and loosed a terrifying sonic roar, sweeping gravel into a storm that hurled itself at Liu Wuxie’s back.
The beast was roughly Quasi-Void Realm and had awakened a sonic innate ability. Demonic beasts each carried an innate attribute—five elements, light, darkness—but few mastered sound.
“Damn it, these beasts are annoying!” Liu Wuxie’s anger flared. They targeted him because they knew he posed the most significant threat.
He had taken first in all three events so far and tended to finish on top; to them, the only solution was to kill him.
He executed the Nine Heavenly Dragon Forms and became a divine dragon streaking through the sky, loosing a thunderous roar. He hadn’t yet grasped the fifth form—Dragon’s Roar, Tiger Howl—but the roar of his manifested dragon rivaled the golden-furred beast’s.
The two shockwaves collided mid-air, rippling outward and flinging weaker beasts away. Their clash raged, shaking heaven and earth.
When the sixth-level gate finally came into view, someone ahead flashed through after a flurry of seals. The rakshasa clan, the demon clan, and the abyssal race pushed close behind the humans; everyone could see that the sixth level would be a battlefield.
Dodging the golden-furred beast, Liu Wuxie burst to the gate’s edge and tore it open with the Dragon-Grasping Hand.
“Hurry! Stop him before he climbs any higher!” the demon commander yelled as a horde of demons thundered after him.
The abyssal race didn’t lag, pouring into the sixth-level gate as well. Inside, the spatial laws proved even sturdier, just as Liu Wuxie had guessed. Even walking felt like carrying a mountain; flight was worse.
Liu Wuxie’s powerful physique let him feel only a trace of pressure, while weaker cultivators bogged down.
When the demon clan and the abyssal race reached the sixth level, they felt the suppression too, though clearly less than the humans did.
“Abyssal King, let’s join forces and wipe out the humans,” the demon commander proposed.
“Just what I had in mind,” the abyssal commander said, and their forces formed a broad encirclement.
On the sixth level, the humans slowed far more than the demon clan and the abyssal race. Only a small number could still move freely under the weight.
Those less affected kept up their movement techniques and headed for the seventh-level gate. The Divine Sun-Shooting Tower was simple: the first to the peak and its treasure won.
The rakshasa clan followed, loosing volleys to hinder the humans, and an all-out battle threatened to erupt at any moment.
“Kill!” the abyssal commander ordered, and hundreds of devils pounced at Liu Wuxie and the other humans. Slightly farther back, Liu Wuxie soon found himself surrounded.
The advanced group had already gone on, leaving weaker humans behind. The abyssal race hit from the left, the demon clan from the right, and the rakshasa pressed both wings, probing for openings.
The three races tightened the noose; if the humans didn’t break through soon, the demon clan would trample them.
“Charge!” The humans formed several teams and slammed at the weakest point before the encirclement could seal.
Standing alone, Liu Wuxie swept his gaze across the ring, murderous intent thickening in his eyes.
“Since you’re courting death, don’t blame me,” he said. He hadn’t started a massacre on his way up, but the demon clan and the abyssal race seemed to take him for a pushover.
A powerful aura rolled out from Liu Wuxie. Many among the demon clan felt the danger and slowed. They knew his strength, and he had slain over 1,600 Grand Unity Sect disciples on his own.
Then again, he had relied on ambushes while their disciples were scattered. Had they stayed together, he might not have killed so many. When the Grand Unity Sect set their array, they split more than three thousand disciples across seventeen mountains, letting him catch them by surprise.
The demon clan was different; they had gathered as one, concentrating their strength into a single focal point.
Murderous intent flooded his eyes. A black miasma wrapped him from foot to crown until he looked less human and more like a demon god. The suffocating aura drove even the humans to retreat, unwilling to be caught in what came next.
“Great Death Mythical Art. Great Spatial Mythical Art. Great Poison Mythical Art.” Liu Wuxie clasped his hands and unleashed all three at once, each heaven-defying, the Great Death Mythical Art dreadful even on its own.
In the Netherworld, he had absorbed vast nether and deathly energy, enabling him to grasp the Great Death Mythical Art. When he used it, deathly energy could blanket a ten-thousand-meter radius.
Yet that wasn’t the worst of it. The Great Poison Mythical Art was the actual killer. Even Void Realm cultivators couldn’t withstand it, and Primal Origin Realm cultivators died on contact with its poison essence.
“This is bad! Deathly energy and poison essence!” someone cried. They didn’t recall him using either art against the Grand Unity Sect, and he mainly had relied on the Dragon-Grasping Hand. Even without a breakthrough in his cultivation, his combat power had climbed by more than a notch.
As the enemies wavered, Liu Wuxie cast the Great Spatial Mythical Art and sealed a radius of a thousand meters, turning it into a vacuum world.
Did they really think he was a pushover? He wouldn’t chase them if left alone, but since they came for him, he didn’t mind a massacre. He had always lived by this rule: do not provoke unless provoked.
If the demon clan, the abyssal race, and the rakshasa clan were courting death, he would fulfil their wish.
The power of the three mythical arts descended like a storm, filling even the nearby humans with fear.
