Chapter 246
Zhao Wuji is about to collapse!
Another roar!
This time it was no longer a declaration of arrival, but a command carrying a clear will!
Rumble, rumble, rumble—!!!
As if responding to a king's command, the world changed color! An endless cloud of yellowish-brown dust rose into the sky from the entire testing ground and even as far as the eye could see!
The gale was no longer wind, but transformed into thousands of roaring sands!
The sunlight was completely blocked, and the world was shrouded in a dim yellow light!
This is not a localized sandstorm that Lin Xia previously manipulated; this is a terrifying desert natural disaster that covers an area of several kilometers and was triggered by the will of the Sandstorm Monarch!
The sand and gravel sparked scorching sparks as they spun and rubbed at supersonic speeds, and the gale-force winds howled like ghosts wailing as they carried the rubble!
The air was completely sucked out, and gravity was twisted and pulled in the chaotic sandstorm!
The poor farmhouses of Shrek Academy groaned and trembled on the edge of the storm like toys. The thatched roofs were torn and swept away in an instant, and the walls made a cracking sound as they could not bear the weight!
Field of vision?
In such a devastating sandstorm, it was already reduced to zero!
The golden light released by Zhao Wuji's Martial Soul True Body was like a candle flickering in the wind, instantly swallowed up by the raging sandstorm!
Zhao Wuji felt as if he had been instantly thrown into a death churning machine made of sand, rocks, and violent gravity!
Each grain of sand swirling at high speed contained terrifying power, frantically impacting and cutting into his golden fur, emitting a dense, ear-piercing noise like a torrential downpour striking metal!
The invisible gravity surged to an extremely terrifying level in an instant, as if countless mountains were pressing down on his shoulders and back, causing his massive Martial Soul True Body to groan under the unbearable pressure, and his legs suddenly sank down, his knees sinking deep into the ground!
His renowned defensive capabilities seemed utterly laughable in the face of this immense power of heaven and earth!
Scorching heat, suffocation, darkness, endless impacts and crushing pressure... This is the "paradise" that the Sandstorm Lord has prepared for his "guests"!
"Roar!!"
From the eye of the sandstorm came Zhao Wuji's roar, a roar filled with pain, frustration, and extreme fear.
He frantically channeled his soul power, the golden light flickering in the sandstorm. His first soul skill, Immovable King Body, third soul skill, Gravity Enhancement, and fifth soul skill, Gravity Compression, erupted in succession, attempting to carve out a space in this destructive storm.
However, his power was like a stone thrown into a raging sea, instantly swallowed up and vanished by the vast and violent sandstorm!
His struggles seemed so pale and powerless in the face of the natural disaster that Bangilas had unwittingly caused!
At the edge of the arena, Tang San and the others were barely spared from being swept into the core of the devastating sandstorm thanks to the invisible force field emanating from Lin Xia.
Even so, the overwhelming sense of suffocation and destructive aura still made their faces turn pale, and their soul power circulation became extremely sluggish.
All they could see was a blurry golden dot struggling frantically before being completely swallowed by the endless yellow sand. Only the desperate roar could be faintly heard in the storm, like the mournful cry of a trapped beast on its deathbed.
Tang San's lips twitched even more violently, his eyes filled with horror and a sense of bewilderment as if his worldview had been completely shattered.
Xiao Wu clung tightly to Tang San's arm, her body trembling like a leaf in the wind.
Ning Rongrong's shock had turned into deep awe and fear.
Lin Xia stood outside the storm, her clothes swaying slightly in the chaotic air currents, her expression remaining calm as still water.
As he gazed at the colossal sandstorm ravaging the heavens and earth, a genuine, satisfied smile finally appeared on his lips.
"It seems the little guy is a bit too excited."
Lin Xia murmured to herself, then spoke to the center of the sandstorm, her voice low yet clear, as if soothing a playful pet, piercing through the roar of the storm.
"Alright, Bangiras, take it easy. Don't really crush him into a meat patty."
"Just play around with him a little, and let him face reality."
The colossal shadow, as large as a mountain, seemed to understand. The raging sandstorm in its dark golden eyes subsided for a moment, and it responded with a low, muffled "Ban..." sound, as if carrying a hint of unfulfilled restraint.
However, the destructive sandstorm engulfing Zhao Wuji had indeed subtly weakened in its core violent power—it had downgraded from a destructive storm capable of instantly crushing a Soul Saint into a terrifying cage sufficient to completely suppress him, exhaust his soul power, and leave him in a sorry state. But even as a cage, it was still hellish torture for Zhao Wuji inside!
Zhao Wuji was still struggling and roaring inside, trying to break free from the desperate shackles made of sand and gravity. However, each outburst only resulted in a deeper sinking and an endless feeling of suffocation.
In the distance, several powerful yet uncertain auras were rushing toward this apocalyptic scene at an extremely fast speed.
Flander, Shao Xin, and the others were finally alerted by this earth-shattering commotion!
Where are the empty plots and farmhouses in that area? It's clearly a miniature version of a raging natural disaster inferno!
The gale is no longer the howling of the wind, but a piercing shriek formed by millions of grains of sand rubbing and spinning at speeds that tear at eardrums, sending chills down your spine.
The sky was completely swallowed up, and the blinding sunlight was reduced to a dim, hazy halo.
The sand waves, tens of meters high, rolled endlessly like a roaring, earth-yellow dragon. At its core, a blinding golden light could be faintly seen flashing and struggling wildly, accompanied by Zhao Wuji's completely changed roar, filled with pain, anger, and extreme frustration!
The earth groaned and trembled, the air was thick and scorching like iron sand, and a terrifying pressure, as if the will of the earth itself had descended, made Flander and his two knowledgeable Soul Saint and Soul Emperor level experts feel suffocated, and their soul power circulation became sluggish and difficult.
"My God! What...what kind of monster is that?!"
Shao Xin's voice trembled, and he even forgot to knead the candy in his hand.
Lu Qibin's face turned deathly pale, and his Star Luo Chess Martial Soul involuntarily floated to his side, its starlight dimming.
"It's not a soul beast! It doesn't have the aura of a soul beast! But that power... it completely surpasses our understanding!"
Flander's eagle-like eyes, behind his glasses, were sharp as knives, instantly locking onto the only calm island amidst the terrifying scene outside the storm.
A tall, upright young man in a blue robe stood calmly, his clothes fluttering slightly in the turbulent air, yet he seemed to stand apart from the storm.
Beside him stood Zhu Zhuqing, a stunningly beautiful girl in black with a cool and aloof demeanor.
Not far behind the boy were several boys and girls who were either slumped on the ground or barely able to stand up—Dai Mubai was ashen-faced, Tang San and Xiao Wu were filled with horror, and Ning Rongrong covered her mouth, her face deathly pale.
Further away, Li Yusong sat slumped like a clay or wooden sculpture, his eyes vacant.
That colossal, mountain-like behemoth stood silently behind the boy like the most loyal guardian, becoming the absolute core of this apocalyptic storm! Its very existence was the source of this natural disaster!
Flander's heart clenched violently, almost leaping out of his chest. He instantly understood—the root of everything lay with that terrifyingly calm boy!
That behemoth was definitely not a soul beast; it was more like… a manifestation of some kind of his power?
Martial soul?
Summoned creature?
Flanders couldn't understand it at all, but he knew he had to stop it!
Zhao Wuji is about to collapse! (End of Chapter)