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Chapter 289 Righteous Qi Universe Cannon!!
The giant snake was certain—when he faced that strange group just now, it was like cutting melons and vegetables.
Not one of them could withstand even a single move. They were all taken down in just a few casual blows.
And what was the result? And what was the result?
First, a young man with a strange sword struck him twice with a heavy hammer, then backstabbed him twice, leaving him terrified and his chest still aching.
He could understand that—after all, the sword did indeed possess something he couldn't quite make out, perhaps a mysterious weapon, possibly no less powerful than the two hammers of Thor beside him.
but--
What's going on between you two?
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Wan Zhongxia took a deep breath, adjusting the beating of his heart.
The sound of that heartbeat—thump, thump, thump—was like a war drum, like thunder, like the pulse of some ancient power deep within the earth.
His chest was still glowing faintly, the light shining through the gaps in his armor, making him look like a light bulb.
His eyes were closed, and his brows were slightly furrowed, as if he were listening to some sound that only he could hear.
"I am now connecting with the power of everyone on this land beneath my feet."
His voice was deep and steady, but every word carried a metallic quality: "Not only our 1.4 billion people in China, but also the more than 400 million here, and people from other places—they will all converge on me."
I feel...very powerful. But if I were to actually fight, I could only last five minutes at most.
Yes, that's right.
The secret techniques of the Divine Land.
Even if you don't have it, you can still get it by the Cold Dew solar term.
Under Hanlu's devoted guidance, Wan Zhongxia has gradually learned a way of using the Spirit Bomb.
If he so desired, he could connect every human being on this land who was persecuted by this god of fear before him—
With just a call from them, I can borrow their power and gather it into myself now!
In theory, if enough human power were added, his strength could increase indefinitely.
At least in terms of pure physics, it can reach the level of One-Punch Man!
At this moment, countless people who are still fighting seem to hear that strange voice in their hearts.
The voice didn't come from the ears, but resounded directly from the depths of the soul—
Gentle yet firm, with an irresistible sincerity.
"People of this planet—if you are willing, please contribute even a little bit of your strength."
Just a little bit!
Because we are now fighting against the god of fear, who is the source of all evil!
So please lend me your power.
Some hesitated, while others lent it out immediately.
Even Captain America did it.
After all, fighter jets from China were already broadcasting extensively from above about the front lines of the battle against Orochi—
Especially the Thor, the monkey, and the other characters in the arena, who are engaged in a bloody battle with the god of fear.
Moreover, judging from the way the giant snake looked like it was in pain all over its body, it seemed that it really couldn't hold on much longer!
Everyone here can feel hope!
Therefore, they are willing to contribute their strength!
These forces, like golden bubbles, flew towards Wan Zhongxia from all directions.
They come in all shapes and sizes, some bright and some dark—some from a child's prayer, some from a soldier's roar, and some from a mother's determination to hold her child in the ruins.
As they fly, they continuously absorb other bubbles, growing larger and larger until they are completely transformed into nourishment for Wan Zhongxia.
Wan Zhongxia's body began to glow faintly.
The light didn't come from outside, but rather surged from the deepest part of his body—a golden, warm, sun-like radiance.
"Calm down. Ultraman has three minutes, your five minutes are more than enough." A familiar voice descended from the sky, "However—it's not time for you to make your move yet."
Amadeus Zhao, who had already finished his repairs, descended from the sky.
It was still the familiar Iron Spider outfit, the red and gold armor gleaming with a metallic sheen under the moonlight.
But this time—behind him, countless steel mechs with the same paint scheme flew out of the night sky.
They resembled a flock of metallic migratory birds, arranged in neat rows, hovering above the battlefield.
Each machine had a bright white energy core shining from its chest, each machine's weapon system was fully preheated, and each machine was a bomb that could explode at any moment.
Amadeus Zhao has made up his mind—to use his drone armor as a stun gun.
He was really going all out.
Damn it, if they dare touch him again, he'll explode!
The kind that'll explode at the slightest provocation.
Li Feng nodded, watching his teammates become so awesome one by one.
He looked again at the shield in his hand, now shattered into pieces, and the pistol that had been with him for many years.
Ah, forget it.
Play the old version if you prefer.
He silently put his pistol back into its holster, picked up a rifle that some Hydra soldier had dropped from the ground, checked the magazine, and pulled the bolt, making a crisp "click" sound.
Of course, there's also Shangqi.
This assassin has probably gone off to hunt in the wild again.
But let's turn our attention back to the current battlefield—the undisputed female protagonist.
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"His aura... is so powerful."
The sound of the cyclone was very soft, so soft that it seemed to be talking to itself.
Her gaze fell on the giant snake, her eyes showing no fear, no anger, only a calm, almost indifferent scrutiny.
"This little girl seems to have gained an extraordinary power."
Sun Wukong praised it.
His body, with its somewhat charred exterior, gradually approached the group of Thors.
His steps were a little unsteady, but his back remained straight. Most of his golden monkey fur was singed, and the fur on his face was blackened and yellowed by smoke, but his golden eyes were still bright as torches.
Thor, the Shiba Inu, barked once, seemingly expressing his confusion.
Sun Wukong glanced down at it, and his lips twitched.
"Go away, puppy. Leave the battlefield to the youngsters."
Using conventional historical age—Sun Wukong being at least around two thousand years old—he certainly has the right to call the fifteen-hundred-year-old Thor a "young man."
Of course, this "young people" may also refer to something else.
For example, Lin Lie, who was standing on the battlefield and had already gathered his strength, and the cyclone that seemed to have been reborn.
Qixuan's hands were slightly open, and visible blue airflow flowed between his ten fingers.
Those air currents are not wind—
The wind wasn't so strong, not so heavy, and the sky didn't feel frozen. (Your one-stop haven for novel reading.)
They swirled, intertwined, and converged around her, forming fluid lines visible to the naked eye.
The air pressure pressed down on the giant serpent, so heavy it felt as if the entire sky had collapsed!
The giant serpent's body was suppressed by that force, making it unable to stand.
His knees were bent, his back was hunched, and he looked as if he had been pressed to the ground by an invisible giant hand.
He tried desperately to stand up, but the force was all-pervasive—
It enveloped every inch of his body and filled every inch of the space around him, making it difficult for him to even breathe.
His eyes faintly radiated a strange diamond pattern—a sign of fear pushed to its limit.
Combined with its unique green color, it gives off a... how to put it, a feeling of being at the end of one's rope.
"This is impossible—" The serpent's voice was hoarse and trembling, a roar squeezed from the depths of its throat, "You are so weak!"
Heaven knows the serpent's resentment right now.
Damn it, one second he was holding the other person hostage, and the next second he was pinning him to the ground and beating him up.
If you're so awesome, why didn't you say so sooner?
If you had told me sooner, he wouldn't have bothered causing trouble on Earth.
Why can't he just go to another planet?
It doesn't have to be something that Earthlings are afraid of!
The giant serpent was now filled with endless regret and confusion.
Damn, this Earth is so colorful! He couldn't stand it when his hateful, stupid younger brother went and formed some kind of "Prehistoric Avengers".
Not to mention that so many strange and powerful individuals have suddenly appeared out of nowhere, which is even more difficult for him to accept.
The cyclone remained silent.
But only she herself knew that—at that critical moment of life and death, she had indeed begun to stroll around the Bridge of Helplessness.
But after experiencing life and death, she seemed to feel that she had formed a closer connection with something.
When the core in his chest fully unleashed its power, the Herrscher, having successfully connected to the signal, finally came online.
Let's kick out the so-called "Herrscher personality," which is simply a matter of strengthening the cyclone.
Ideal fluid.
How to put it—you can think of it as a frictionless, incompressible, absolutely sharp spear. Theoretically, this thing could slice through a black hole.
He seems to have mentioned this... but whatever.
Clearly, the vortex, having regained control of this powerful force, wanted nothing more than to tear the giant snake before it to pieces.
But looking behind her at Lin Lie, who was suffocating as if he were constipated—
The cyclone decided to give the opportunity to the other party.
This can also be seen as him making an opening statement to the sword in his hand!
She slightly turned her body, reducing some of the pressure. The blue aura around the giant snake weakened somewhat, but it still firmly bound his limbs, preventing him from moving freely.
Then she turned around and looked at Lin Lie.
The young man, covered in blood, was gripping the Fuxi Sword with both hands, the tip of the sword aimed at the giant snake.
The green light on the sword had reached its peak, almost turning white.
The light condensed at the tip of the sword into a fist-sized ball of light, which was spinning, compressing, and emitting a piercing buzzing sound that almost pierced the eardrums!
Lin Lie's face was covered in blood and ash, but his eyes—those eyes shone like two burning stars.
A smile played on his lips, a smile that contained weariness and pain, but even more so, a sense of exhilaration!
Not only because this sword was finally willing to acknowledge others, but also because I had experienced the power of this strike and was certain that it could completely end everything!
"Uprightness—"
His voice rolled out from deep in his throat, hoarse and low, yet carrying an undeniable power.
"Heaven and Earth—"
He leaned back slightly, as if he wanted to put all his weight on the sword!
His arms were trembling, not from fear, but from the sword that was draining the last bit of strength from his body.
He could feel his true energy rapidly draining away, his essence burning, and his life force being irreversibly devoured by that ball of light.
But he did not let go.
"gun--!!!"
The final roar exploded across the battlefield like a thunderclap.
The ball of light shot out from the tip of the sword.
It didn't fly out in a straight line—it spun and roared, leaving a twisted tail of light in the air, a blend of green and white!
Wherever it goes, the air is torn apart, the ground is plowed up, and even the light is distorted.
The target of the light sphere was the serpent's chest.
That chest that he pierced twice with his own hands, still seeping with green divine blood.
The snake's pupils suddenly contracted to two pinpoints.
He tried to dodge—but the blue currents bound his limbs like chains and pressed down on his back like mountains.
He tried to swing his hammer to block—but the hammer had already been thrown out and hadn't been summoned back yet.
He could only watch helplessly as the ball of light drew closer and closer—
"No--!!!"
His voice was swallowed up by the ball of light.
The ball of light struck the giant serpent precisely in the chest.
There was no explosion.
There was no loud noise.
There was only a very brief, almost negligible "hiss" sound—
It was like a red-hot iron block being thrown into ice water, or like a laser piercing through a thin sheet of paper.
Then, a hole appeared in the snake's chest.
A round hole with smooth edges, from which you can see the back.
Green divine blood gushed out of the cave entrance, like a reservoir with its floodgates opened.
The giant serpent lowered its head, staring blankly at the hole in its chest, watching its divine blood gushing out like a waterfall, and watching the power of fear it had painstakingly accumulated over thousands of years leak wildly out of the hole.
His lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something.
But he didn't say anything.
His knees finally gave way.
With a thud, he knelt on the ground.
Then came a second "thud"—his other knee also slumped down.
His hands were on the ground, and green divine blood dripped from his chest, pooling on the ground.
His breathing became more rapid and shallower, and with each exhale, more green smoke drifted out of his wound.
His single eye slowly lost focus.
But just when everyone thought he was about to collapse—
The giant snake suddenly raised its head.
A final, mad glint burned in his single eye.
He opened his mouth and let out a hoarse, beast-like roar.
"I'm not—willing to accept this—!!!"