Desolate Devouring Art - Chapter 1342 - Siege of Three Races
Chapter 1342 – Siege of Three Races
Liu Wuxie maintained a steady pace. Though the surrounding spatial pressure couldn’t harm him, that didn’t mean he felt nothing at all. His true essence burned rapidly through his meridians, the star nodes in his body lit up, and the True Dragon Physique began to circulate on its own.
The abyssal race closed in on him.
“Liu Wuxie, your death has come!” Several powerful abyssal devils hurled their fists at him. They experienced the same spatial suppression, but to a lesser degree than humans do.
Abyssal energy rumbled like a tidal wave, sweeping rocks off the ground toward Liu Wuxie.
“Get lost!” Still immersed in the Great Spatial Mythical Art, Liu Wuxie formed seals and cast the Dragon-Grasping Hand. A dragon claw clenched into a fist in mid-air and unleashed a sweeping tide of dragon aura.
“This Liu Wuxie isn’t simple; he can still unleash terrifying strength under spatial and soul suppression,” humans watching from afar gasped. They scattered, afraid of the aftershocks.
The punch raised little commotion under the level’s suppression; fighting on the seventh level looked like an ordinary brawl, with only faint ripples in the air.
The dragon fist dropped and met the abyssal devil head-on, a shockwave rolling across the ground. The rebound kicked Liu Wuxie back onto a boulder, while the devil flew in the opposite direction.
The other abyssal devils saw it, and their faces turned grim.
“Everyone, together!” the abyssal commander roared. They couldn’t let Liu Wuxie advance; if he reached the eighth level, the consequences would be dire.
The demon clan had already drawn close, holding back their aura and keeping to a raw, direct style. One punch cost Liu Wuxie a torrent of true essence. With this suppression, the seventh level was a poor place to fight.
Demonic beasts roared, their breath rank with blood. They burned for vengeance over the dozens Liu Wuxie had slain.
“Liu Wuxie, die!” the demon commander bellowed as several powerful demonic beasts charged with momentum even the suppression couldn’t blunt.
“Die!” Liu Wuxie vanished and met them head-on. He raised his fist and detonated power from within until even his desolate world seemed to roar.
Bone-splitting cracks rang across the level as he met the demonic beast. Liu Wuxie flipped in mid-air back to his mark; the demonic beast’s head burst from a single punch.
Gasps rippled through the distant humans. He had killed a demonic beast on the seventh level with one blow.
Even the onrushing demonic beasts faltered, shaken by the strike.
“Impossible! How can your physique be stronger than ours, the demon clan?!” many demonic beasts cried, fear cracking their composure.
Liu Wuxie didn’t answer. He raised the Heretic Blade and leveled its tip at the remaining demonic beasts.
“Don’t panic. He’s comprehended the Great Spatial Mythical Art, so spatial pressure barely touches him, but his primordial spirit must be suppressed,” a rakshasa said, drawing a bead on Liu Wuxie.
The words jolted the abyssal devils and the demonic beasts as Liu Wuxie favored close combat. If they kept their distance and attacked from range, he would be in danger.
“Rakshasa, nice ploy to send the demon clan and abyssal devils as vanguard to wear me down while you sit back and reap the reward,” Liu Wuxie said with a faint smile.
The rakshasa clan had used maneuver warfare and, as a result, suffered few losses.
His words made the demon clan and abyssal race halt and glare at the rakshasa.
The rakshasa leader’s heart jolted. That was their plan to let Liu Wuxie grind down the demon clan and abyssal devils to secure a better result. Evidently, the other races weren’t as cunning.
“Rakashas, you deal with him!” the abyssal commander yelled, shoving them forward while his troops formed an encirclement around Liu Wuxie.
The demon commander did the same, sending aerial demonic beasts to herd the rakshasa forward against Liu Wuxie.
Pressured from both sides, the rakshasa had no choice but to comply. They lagged behind demon clan and abyssal devils in numbers and strength, thanks to heavy Netherworld losses, most of them killed by Liu Wuxie.
In the Netherworld, Liu Wuxie slew members of the nether, ghost, rakshasa, and faceless clans. Since then, the ghost, rakshasa, and faceless clans had kept their heads down, especially the faceless clan, whose slow reproduction couldn’t withstand further losses.
The rakshasas advanced step by step, and a faint smile curved Liu Wuxie’s lips. Compared to demon clan and the abyssal race, they brought far less pressure.
“Kill!” Forced to act, the rakshasa attacked to clear their name. Their arrows weakened under the ambient suppression and couldn’t kill Liu Wuxie.
With no other option, they leveled spears and charged from all sides.
“Heaven-Severing Strike!” Liu Wuxie roared as a storm of blade rays blanketed the sky.
“This is bad!” Several rakshasa felt a dire premonition—his primordial spirit wasn’t suffering much at all.
The blade rays cut the air and flashed before a rakshasa. Even at the Primal Origin pinnacle, he couldn’t withstand Liu Wuxie.
With a crack, the nearest rakshasa split in two, blood streaking the sky red.
Liu Wuxie ran the Desolate Devouring Art, drawing the rakshasa’s energy and laws to refill his spent true essence. The corpse still held potent asura energy.
As the killing continued, Liu Wuxie stepped through the Seven Dipper Steps and, within five minutes, fully adapted to the level’s suppression. His blade fell faster each time, and in a blink, he cut down dozens.
Abyssal devils and demonic beasts exchanged uneasy looks, wondering if it would end here. In barely a breath, Liu Wuxie remained as terrifying as expected. Demon and abyssal commanders hesitated, unsure whether to press on.
Liu Wuxie forced the rakshasa forward to absorb their laws and replenish himself.
“He’s too terrifying!” More humans reached the seventh level and swelled the crowd watching.
“Looks like the tower’s champion is decided,” a Nine Dragon Palace disciple said with a wry smile. This was the final event, and Liu Wuxie had a strong chance at first; everyone coveted the reward of the ninth level.
“Our three races join forces,” the abyssal commander said, unleashing a terrifying surge of abyssal energy. If all three charged at once, even Liu Wuxie would feel the pressure.
“Young Master Liu, we’ll lend a hand,” said two giants striding onto the field.
They weren’t A’Lei or A’Li, who were still on the fifth level, but A’Ya and another powerful giant who had learned the pressurizing array from A’Lei. With it, their strength transformed beyond recognition.
“Thank you,” Liu Wuxie said. Giants outclassed demonic beasts and abyssal devils in physique, and suppression barely touched them. With two giants beside him, his pressure eased at once.
Abyssal devils and the demonic beasts recoiled at once. The giant clan was terrifying, and a single punch could fell a swath of devils.
“Leave the giants to us! The rest of you, attack Liu Wuxie!” A swarm of dwarves burst from the ground like moles, voices screeching.
Rage flared in A’Ya’s eyes at the dwarves. Inside the ancestral talisman, the dwarf clan had nearly killed them if not for Liu Wuxie’s aid.
The dwarf clan’s arrival made the demon clan and the abyssal race reconsider and wheel back.
“Liu Wuxie, let’s see you die this time!” The abyssal commander laughed darkly and ordered the charge. They would pay any price for the champion’s rewards, far beyond the value of a single planet’s administration.
The eighth-level gate hadn’t appeared, and everyone still waited.
“Liu Wuxie, you’re finished today!” Dozens of Grand Unity Sect disciples stepped in. With so many experts gathered, few were optimistic for him.
“Fight!” Shockwaves surged from Liu Wuxie at the center. He dove like a comet into the abyssal race’s ranks, while two giants swatted aside pouncing at the demonic beasts with earth-shaking fists.
The giants’ power stunned the crowd. When dwarves clambered up their backs, long a weakness, A’Ya made a strange motion and reached behind her.
She slapped her back sharply; she crushed the clinging dwarves to pulp, and panic exploded among the rest. They couldn’t fathom the giants’ sudden power, unaware that the pressurizing array Liu Wuxie taught not only amplified strength but also altered bone structure.
This was why the giant chieftain sought Zhuge Ming to propose an alliance. If the method spread through the clan, their combat power would soar—dozens of times, at least.
Dwarves tumbled from the giants’ backs in droves.
“Where do you think you’re going?” A’Ya roared, murder blazing in her eyes. She refused to let them escape—her palm swept down, the ground crumbled, and hundreds of dwarves were crushed to pulp as a nauseating stench of blood filled the air.
