Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 502: Wind of the Wasteland
Otoro spread out his five fingers, and a huge amount of hurricane force winds gathered and solidified into an extremely long sword blade.

This sword is over two meters long and was clearly formed from a hurricane. However, the blade does not have any vivid colors. Instead, it is filled with a rocky gray-brown color, cold, hard and solid.

The man grabbed the sword, the tip of the sword first fell to the ground, then slowly rose and pointed at Song Shi in front of him.

Otoro said simply: "Come."

Song Shi grinned, and Chongshi appeared in his hand.

It can be seen that Song Shi's appearance has also changed.

His eyes were pure red-gold, with only the innermost part of the pupil supporting a line of pitch-black glass, embellishing the only other color.

The ends of her hair were slightly longer, almost falling to her shoulders, and the molten iron-like golden color started from the roots and permeated all the hair.

Song Shi's shirt was burned, and what replaced it was his naked upper body, which was burning with a vast amount of red-gold light. Just looking at it for a moment made people feel as if they were about to be burned to ashes.

Immediately, these red-gold rays of light burst out and expanded inch by inch, and a giant statue of light and flame that was exactly the same as Song Shi, but dozens of times larger, rose from the sea of ​​clouds.

——Psychic Skills: [True Glory].

This giant statue is so eye-catching, but it can't hide the brilliance of Song Shi. When anyone looks up at the sky, the first thing they see is the figure under the giant statue. The young man stood in the protection of the endless sea of ​​fire, just like the immortal god in the old legend of Donglu.

"The total amount of psychic energy reserves has increased by about a hundred times?"

Song Shi calculated leisurely and found that his total spiritual energy reserves were much stronger than twenty minutes ago. There was no doubt that it was much stronger than the peak of the third ring.

The psychic skill [True Glory] is already known for its majestic power, which greatly enhances the psychic energy reserves. He has also broken through the fourth ring, shattered himself and recast himself. The transformation brought about by this [Sublimation] is also extremely terrifying.

What's more, the choice he made was the most ruthless "complete crushing".

Combining the two, even if he has only just advanced to the fourth ring, his spiritual energy reserves can be said to be abundant.

At least, as a [Dayuan], Otoro, who was silent and ready to go, was obviously inferior to himself.

But that's nothing.

In a real fight, the total amount of psychic energy reserves is only one of the factors that determine victory or defeat, life or death. It cannot be said to be unimportant, but there are many other things that are as important as this, such as combat awareness, combat skills, resilience, endurance, psychic skills, psychological state, environment, and even a little luck. All added together, it is the real fight.

In past fights, those psychic opponents who could be killed instantly with one move by me had psychic reserves far from being exhausted. Some of them even died cleanly and neatly at the beginning of the fight.

If you want to take action, just look at the total amount of energy reserves.

When facing Emanuel Groden who ruled the City of Forged Light, the other party was equipped with incomplete singularity technology, the [Vacuum Zero-Point Energy Engine], and his energy was endless.

I should bow down immediately and worship him, and after marrying one, oh, most likely multiple beautiful Groden girls, I should become a glorious Fubo Energy man.

Then, the giant statue in the clouds, or the "Dharma-image", began to move.

After Song Shi took out the Chongshi, a burning fire knife appeared in the hand of this Dharma image. The red-gold flame was a hundred meters long. Even if it was not swung, sparks would fall from it at every moment, and then suddenly shatter into tiny sparks.

The Dharmadhatu wielded the flaming blade.

The sky suddenly parted.

Afterwards, the sea of ​​clouds rolled back, and a line of flames spread for thousands of meters. Wherever it passed, the atmosphere was burned out. As far as the eye could see, it seemed as if the sky was forcibly split open, and golden blood was flowing out.

"It's okay." Song Shi admired the scene: "It's enough." There are thousands of Dharma images with different abilities, but almost all of them must contain an effect, which is the wide-area enhancement of spiritual energy.

To put it in the terms of the game, it means that even the most ordinary basic attack can be comparable to an AOE skill under normal conditions.

Yes, such a powerful destructive force is not without a price. It consumes a lot of energy to maintain the Dharmakaya. Therefore, when a psychic summons the Dharmakaya, it often means that it will go all out to eliminate the enemy as soon as possible.

"Fortunately, I have a lot more psychic energy."

After the simple evaluation session ended, Song Shi rubbed his shoulders.

"It would be better to be a little more luxurious."

The next moment, Song Shi and Fa Xiang disappeared from the spot at the same time, dragging a flaming front with them, and slashed forward fiercely!
There was no need to aim. This attack driven by the Dharmadhatu covered an area of ​​several hundred meters centered on Otoro.

A strong wind rose.

Witnessing the slashing attacks that filled his vision, Ottoro raised his sword. With this action, countless amounts of air currents tore through the sky and rushed towards Yanfeng. With a teeth-grinding sound of shattering, they pushed down forcefully!
“——It’s a bit hard.”

Song Shi held the heavy sword in his hand, recalling the feeling of chopping it down. It was hard and cold. There was nothing sparse or soft about the strong winds. They were clearly invisible air currents, but they gave him a feeling of an indestructible wind-eroded rock wall.

"As far as I can remember, I've only seen this kind of wind in the wasteland." Song Shikong grabbed a handful of air with his free hand, feeling the touch of his fingertips: "A self-created psychic skill?"

".Your Excellency, the Patrol Inspector."

The wind carried Otoro's deep voice.

"The life of a Ranger is far from being as carefree as most people think. The strong wind at night can blow a person's cheeks to the bone, and even chew up prosthetic limbs without spitting out even a tiny bit of bone."

"I have been a ranger for fourteen years, Your Excellency the Border Inspector." Otto Luopin raised his sword and stated calmly: "Psychic skill, [Wild Wind]."

"Is this really the image?"

Song Shi understood clearly that the natural disasters that ravaged the wasteland from time to time were more terrifying than many people imagined. For example, the most common storms, those atmospheric jets carrying sand and gravel at several times the speed of sound, were enough to cut through special alloys.

Once the storm rolls in, even the best troops with full equipment will be afraid and unwilling to plunge into it.

With such experiences, it is no wonder that these psychic winds are so cold, hard and cruel.

"My problem." Song Shi praised sincerely, "I shouldn't have done any testing sessions."

After saying a few words, Otoro fell silent again. After hearing Song Shi's words, he just held the sword firmly, like a wind-eroded rock standing in the wilderness for thousands of years.

Song Shi didn't care. He just closed his eyes and slowly opened them again.

At this moment, the bright sunlight was reflected in Otoro's pupils.

Deep in the ocean of endlessly surging flames, a red-gold sun rose up, with magma flowing on its surface, falling into the sea of ​​fire every second, and in another second, new magma overflowed as the sun burned.

Finally, the sun rose to its highest point and stopped right above the Dharma image.

Psionic arts.

——【Daylight】.

(End of this chapter)