Chapter 662: Before This Kind of Power, Everything Is Nothing but a Joke!

Above the clouds, that humanoid black shadow began to slowly condense, gradually becoming clear.

It was an existence draped in a dark purple robe. His face remained blurry and indistinct, as if obscured by a layer of law-mist that would never dissipate. Only those eyes, like two balls of ghostly green will-o'-wisps that had burned for tens of millions of years in the Nether Abyss, coldly overlooked Greenwood Court from the void.

He did not speak a single word.

He merely slowly raised his right hand, facing the direction of Greenwood Court, and lightly closed his five fingers.

"Crack-"

At Greenwood Court's outskirts, the three core defensive light tree formations simultaneously emitted a hair-raising, shrill cracking sound. Those three defensive nodes, reinforced by generations of elders and operating smoothly for thousands of years, under that casual clench, shattered thunderously like fragile eggshells.

Dark purple murderous aura, like a bursting dam's flood, madly surged in through the gaps in the broken formations.

Wherever that murderous aura passed, all the light tree leaves that originally radiated vitality withered and rotted in the blink of an eye, turning into black ashes on the ground. Even the soil beneath was corroded into deep ravines, emitting pungent toxic smoke.

"Don't even think about it!"

Elder Panshi's furious roar thundered out from deep within Tree City like rolling thunder.

A majestic earth-yellow vitality force, condensed into a rock giant shield dozens of zhang thick, soared into the sky, attempting to forcibly patch the broken defensive gap.

However, that dark purple murderous aura was like bone-devouring maggots imbued with life. The instant they touched the rock giant shield, they immediately split into countless extremely fine threads, forcibly boring in along the rock's grain.

Accompanied by a burst of piercing "hiss hiss" sounds, the vitality giant shield that Elder Panshi had mustered all his strength to condense was, in less than three breaths' time, corroded and devoured one by one by the murderous aura, transforming into foul-smelling dust dancing through the air.

Elder Genxu had at some point arrived at Su Ming's side. He gazed at that dark purple figure in the sky, his voice hoarse to the point of being nearly inaudible, every word like friction against sandpaper.

"The Lord of the Nether Abyss... he actually truly walked to this step..."

Elder Genxu's old eyes were filled with uncontrollable fear, a deep sense of helplessness when facing absolute power's crushing weight, "No, he is not merely at the peak, he may have already... touched the threshold of Manifestation!"

Su Ming stood to the side, face ashen, both hands clenched tightly into fists, nails dug deep into his palms, bringing a trace of stinging pain.

Manifestation stage.

Su Ming had consulted the division of spirit race realms in the archive tree hollows. Soul Nurturing stage was equivalent to the human race's Nascent Soul stage, and Manifestation stage... that was comparable to the human race's Refining Void stage, or even higher! Within this unique law system of the spirit realm, existences of this level had completely transcended the cognitive scope that ordinary cultivators could comprehend.

That kind of power was not something that could be easily compensated for with exquisite formations or a bit of cleverness.

Su Ming forcefully suppressed the shock in his heart, turned his head, and asked in a low voice, "Elder Genxu, can Elder Woodheart... block him?"

Elder Genxu was silent for a very long time, so long that Su Ming thought he would not answer.

"Between Elder Woodheart and him, there is a gap of at least half a major realm." Elder Genxu's voice was heavy as if it could drip water, "Moreover, Elder Woodheart's true body is a ten-thousand-year-old luminous banyan. Although his foundation is vast as the sea and his defense unmatched under heaven, he... his lifespan is already nearing its limit."

Just as everyone in Greenwood Court was sinking into a dead silence of despair.

From the deepest part of the Banyan's main trunk, a heaven-shaking rumble suddenly rang out!

The entire ten-thousand-year luminous banyan, hundreds of zhang tall, abruptly erupted with an extremely blinding emerald green light. On that trunk surface originally covered with traces of time, countless ancient tree patterns came alive like giant pythons, beginning to madly roam and interweave, converging into incredibly complex natural formation lines.

"Boom!"

A thick emerald green light pillar, carrying pure, ultimate majestic vitality, shot straight into the clouds from deep within the tree's heart!

That light pillar was like a heaven-piercing sharp sword, and with the dark purple murderous aura pouring down from the sky, it boldly collided midair!

"Hum-"

The collision of two forces representing the spirit realm's absolute pinnacle did not produce an earth-shattering explosion, but rather generated a low-frequency vibration that momentarily deafened the entire world.

At the core of the collision, space could no longer withstand this level of compression, and like fragile ice, was forcibly torn open into a pitch-black crack dozens of zhang long, visible to the naked eye. Spatial turbulence madly surged out from the crack.

Within a hundred li, the heaven and earth laws trembled violently. In Gloomlight Forest, those ancient trees that had grown for hundreds of years, hard as fine iron, toppled and snapped in swaths outward like wheat waves in a gale.

Su Ming clung desperately to a thick formation tree root beside him, driving his Ruo Shui spiritual energy into the ground like a nail, barely stabilizing his form. He only felt the surrounding heaven and earth madly overturning, his stomach churning, his five viscera and six bowels seemingly displaced.

But he forcefully endured the severe pain, pushing Observation of the Minute to its limit, staring fixedly at that exchange in the sky.

He saw it. At the core where those two light pillars interweaved, devoured, and annihilated, it was not a simple clash of spiritual energy, but two immense wills so vast that his very soul trembled, engaged in the most brutal law-strangling.

One was Elder Woodheart's vast-as-the-sea, ever-renewing endless vitality.

The other was the absolute dead silence from the depths of the Nether Abyss that seemed capable of devouring all light, causing all things to return to nihility.

Before the collision of these two pinnacle combat powers, Su Ming for the first time so intuitively and so profoundly felt this world's highest-tier power. Before this kind of power, what mid-stage Golden Core, what Ruo Shui Formation, all were nothing but jokes. He even felt that he could not even count as an ant, at most a speck of dust that could be ground to powder by the aftershock at any moment.