Who Brought Him into the Cultivation World?

Chapter 287: Chapter 237: Creation from the Void (Part 2)

Then came a new round of attacks. The Giant Dragon kept whipping its tail, brimming with the might of the Divine Fire as it lashed at the giant, who was equally unyielding, swinging its massive fists to pound the dragon’s tail.

Even more intense was when the dragon and the ”person” bit into each other directly.

”Damn it, what level is this fight even at?”

A group of people hid by the city wall, watching the scattered rain of fire and vines fall from the sky, each of them shaken to the core.

Bai Xiangdong was witnessing such a scene for the first time, his face pale.

In this environment, there was no difference between those in the Divine Gaze Realm and a Junior Cultivator; neither was qualified even to watch from the side.

”Won’t this year’s top spot on the Celestial Pride List be hard to write?”

Huangfu Liang was curious about how the nominal writer of the Celestial Pride List would react to such a scene.

”I... I’ll damn well create a whole new list just for them.”

Bai Xiangdong uncharacteristically let out a curse.

Suddenly, with a loud explosion, the city wall above everyone collapsed. Looking up, their faces turned pale, realizing the battle had reached their side.

The fight between the Giant Dragon and the giant lacked the glamorous combat typical among cultivators, consisting solely of primal instincts.

”If only the Fire Series could have some solid form.”

Han Yu lamented, having missed several chances to critically injure his opponent due to the ethereal body of the White Dragon, which couldn’t inflict enough damage.

Yet, even so, the giant was continuously forced to retreat.

The giant seemed to be on the verge of collapse.

Han Yu glanced over and noticed that the giant’s actions seemed much slower.

”It’s not that the giant is failing, it’s that the person controlling it is about to fall.”

Glass pointed at Ox’s pale face, chuckling ominously.

”Strike while the iron is hot.”

Han Yu nodded, and suddenly the Giant Dragon soared into the sky, turned around at a height, and dove down. The fire blazed to its peak, causing the space around the White Dragon to appear distorted.

That was the sight one sees only when flames burn in extreme intensity.

Ox’s face was deathly pale. She realized she couldn’t withstand this round of attacks, knowing that staying would mean her end. As this thought crossed her mind, she had already retrieved the Celestial Travel Flag, ready to activate it.

Trying to escape?

Han Yu’s heart hardened, and the White Dragon sped up even more.

Like a meteor crashing down, the White Dragon slammed heavily into the giant, bursting into an endless sea of fire, sending Han Yu flying. Using the momentum, he swept toward Ox’s position.

Just as Ox was shaking the flag, black fog began to appear rapidly.

”Explode for me!”

With a roar, Han Yu pushed Ox straight down from high above the giant’s shoulder, while the wings behind him gathered to his front, squeezing into a small point before exploding completely...

Amidst the roaring sound, the scorching airwave spread rapidly in all directions, even flinging Han Yu away.

When he went back, all he saw was a large pool of blood on the ground, with bits of flesh, a pair of arms, and a flag lying there quietly...

Could it be they teleported the remaining body away?

It’s already shattered to this state; the chances of survival should be low.

Han Yu gritted his teeth, rubbing his burning body, unwilling to believe that the opponent could still be alive.

”Little friend, help!”

A distorted cry for help was coming from beyond the sky.

At this moment, Ling Wuce, disheveled, was fleeing in this direction, devoid of his former elegant demeanor.

Chasing closely behind him, besides endless Ghost Shadows, there was also a wedding sedan.

He boasted about having sixty-four ultimate moves, but after unleashing his entire set, he hadn’t even managed to shift the sedan’s curtain. Instead, the ghost shadows kept coming to replenish the ranks.

This was an endurance battle, wanting to exhaust him to death.

He dared not use his Magical Treasure, fearing it would be like sending meat buns to a dog.

Even though the spiritual power made for spectacular displays, the consumption was equally large.

In terms of consumption, he was at a disadvantage.

He immediately thought of Han Yu, using the remaining spiritual power to flee towards him.

Han Yu’s face darkened, and as he observed the countless black shadows, his mouth twitched.

Did this old man poke a ghost nest?

”Get down here first!”

Han Yu called out, and behind him, the Hungry Ghost Image appeared, and countless white bones poured out. Seeing this, Ling Wuce quickly dove behind him.

A wailing sound came from the Ghost Shadows as they surged forward, and in an instant, black and white forces mingled together like tides.

A red wedding sedan traversed the void, and as the curtain fluttered, more ghost shadows poured down like a waterfall. Han Yu glanced at the Hungry Ghost Image behind him, boosting the divine power energy again. The entire Hungry Ghost Image was densely covered with white bones, and the number of hungry ghosts rushing out was beyond counting.

Ling Wuce breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that one rogue divine technique could only be restrained by an even more rogue divine technique.

The two sides were locked in a battle of attrition that seemed endless, black and white intertwined with no apparent advantage, each continuously replenishing its own forces.

The Ghost Shadows possessed corrosive power, but the white bones were equally capable of consuming. Despite their different powers, the effect was now the same; the Ghost Shadows could corrode the white bones, and just as well, the white bones could tear the Ghost Shadows apart.

The Judge was in shock internally; such a shocking effect was due to the divine techniques infused in this Magical Treasure, matching perfectly with his Ghost Path Technique.

But why could the opponent still wield other divine techniques?

That damn Ox hadn’t mentioned this.

As he thought this, Han Yu moved. His entire figure darted upwards like a celestial dragon, flaming the ghost shadows under his feet and making them screech.

Six White Dragons shot forth towards the sedan.

In a hurry, the Judge hurled an object, saw it grow into a simple brush in the wind, and in a flash, it painted six withered wells in the void, each facing a White Dragon.

What seemed to be an illusion was indeed reality; after a White Dragon entered a well, it vanished without a trace.

This sight left Han Yu utterly astounded.

Then the brush swiftly moved to draw a dry riverbed.

An eerie scene unfolded, as flames began to flow from the riverbed, seemingly guided to another direction like a river.

Just like that, the White Dragon was dissolved?

Hiss!

Another bizarre power.

Unbelievable nonsense.

Han Yu’s mouth twitched, gulping back the flames he was about to spew. With a wave, six giant palms shot forth towards the sedan.

Yet again, the brush moved, drawing six huge guillotines above the sedan, which came crashing down as the palms approached, slicing them into halves.

”What the hell is this thing?”

Ling Wuce came up, cursing loudly as he hovered in the void.

The skill of creating objects in the void was unheard of, let alone such manifestation through brush strokes; he had never come across such a thing in any of the texts.

”There is!”

Below, among the crowd hiding together, Bai Xiangdong, with an unsightly expression, spoke to Ye Hei and Huangfu Liang around him.

”I’ve seen this brush, it’s in the Thousand-Year Miscellaneous Talks...”