Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 505: Natural Disaster Manifestation
Whether it was the strong wind or the sharp arrows, in the center of this hurricane, a huge blazing hole with a diameter of several thousand meters was melted out.

——A wide-area offensive?
With a vast psychic energy reserve that is dozens of times greater than that of normal psychics of the same level, Song Shi is best at wide-area offensives!

Not to mention, the blessing brought by [Sunlight] makes every inch and every ray of spiritual energy that constitutes this wide-area offensive so unprecedentedly hot and burning to the point of being heart-pounding.

Faced with the overwhelming rain of sharp arrows, Song Shi responded with a fire that spread from heaven to earth, and pierced through the former.

There was no need to talk. Ottoro was neither sad nor happy. He just took a deep breath and swung out another sword. The violent wind that had originally dissipated suddenly found its backbone. With the long sword as the center, it entangled into a spiral storm of hundreds of meters, breaking the sea of ​​fire that was rushing towards him with devouring force.

It was not very effective. The Storm Sword did tear apart a portion of the sea of ​​fire, but the flames were too many, too fierce, and too intense. Almost the next moment, more flames came back, making the former like snow meeting the first sun, fading and melting at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But it doesn’t matter, Otoro’s attack was not intended to be lethal.

As the Storm Sword spun at an extremely high speed, the turbulent airflow from the previous attack quickly gathered together, and strong winds raged in the sky again!
Song Shi naturally would not give him any chance. He was igniting the burning flames every moment, brewing the power of destruction. In an instant, the strong wind that had risen up penetrated him and blasted towards the man.

The wind wall lasted for just a moment before it was broken. Ottoro groaned and took advantage of this moment to retreat several thousand meters to avoid a direct attack.

For a psychic of this level, especially a [Dayuan], the offensive of both sides was not limited to an inch or a foot, but often covered hundreds or thousands of meters. Even though Otoro made sufficient preparations, he still suffered some damage from the aftermath of the attack.

You can see that the man's hair, which had been meticulously combed since the beginning of the war, has become disheveled. His white shirt has been burned into large and small black holes, and the burn marks on his body can be vaguely seen.

Then, just as the previous attack ended, Song Shi rushed up again.

The sharp blades formed by the airflow collided with the sea of ​​fire, and in a breath, there were thousands of collisions. As the speed of the strong wind became faster and faster, Otoro's figure could not even be described as "blurred". It was like a frame flash, appearing anywhere in the strong wind circle at any time and place.

These strong winds were also the result of his laying out the field, a kind of field of his own. Moving in it, men were like fish in water, with faster speed and lower consumption.

Too tricky.

Maintaining high-speed maneuvers to avoid direct damage, Otoro made a judgment in his mind at the same time.

That calm state of mind could not help but show a slight ripple at this moment.

Both sides skipped the probing phase and went all out right away. With this ultra-high intensity rhythm of exertion, they both felt increasingly tired after fighting so fiercely until now, and their spiritual energy reserves had obviously declined. However, the opponent was not affected at all, and his spiritual energy was spent unscrupulously as if it had not been exhausted at all.

It is not just a bloated empty shell with nothing on the surface.

Under the majestic spiritual power, his control skills were also exquisite and perfect. His combat skills honed from his fourteen years of Ranger career were quite impressive, but in this fight, they were gradually becoming insufficient.

And adaptability.

Clearly he had only just advanced to the fourth ring, [Sublimation], but apart from the brief period of confusion at the beginning, his condition had rapidly improved. Indistinctly, he was even more free-spirited than him, a psychic who had been immersed in the fourth ring for six years and acquired three psychic skills.

In fact, it doesn't seem like adaptation, but more like regaining what was originally there.

——No wonder the clan leader chose him as the border inspector.

Otoro closed his eyes, his figure blurred for a moment, and then appeared thousands of meters away following the flow of wind.

He opened his eyes again, and his pupils returned to their iron-like indifference. His turbulent mood smoothed out like a mirror again.

If you look down from a higher place, you can clearly see that the storm and the sea of ​​fire that initially formed a confrontation and divided the sky have gradually become a new situation.

The brilliant red gold continued to engulf the violent wind, causing the raging storm to shrink little by little, compressing Otoro's activity environment little by little in this way that could not be done with tricks. Once the high mobility is lost. No, it should be said that once one side of the [Dayuan] civil war loses in laying out the field, then his defeat is basically foreseeable.

As his thoughts raced, Ottoro's hands did not stop, and a highly condensed thousand-meter wind sword slashed out at his head.

Facing the wind sword, Song Shi in the distance paused for a moment, then avoided the sword with the burst of [Chongxiao], and switched from close combat to long-range combat, adding a burst of magma rain.

High speed, high speed, and high speed.

Most of the people who looked up could not see through the curtain of raging wind and sea of ​​fire, and the few who managed to let their sight pass through could only see two tracks that streaked across the sky and swung wildly.

Just like a child scribbling on paper with a ballpoint pen, the two madly colliding streams of light left behind crisscrossing tracks that almost cut the sky apart and turned it into a mess.

The once majestic and powerful Dharma image now had many damages. These were not cuts or scratches. The [Wind of the Wasteland] had smashed a part of the [True Glory] Dharma image with unparalleled violence, leaving it bumpy.

Even Song Shi would not be able to quickly heal such an injury - the Dharmakaya is an extension of the self, and any damage it sustains will inevitably affect Song Shi as well.

It doesn't matter.

Although there were signs of damage and disintegration, this statue burning with flames emitted a divine light that was even more scorching than when it was intact. The surging sea of ​​fire around it burst out with a heat that was even more terrifying than the original one.

[The sun] is still hanging high in the sky!

Song Shi could feel that every part of his body was burning. While the sunlight made his spiritual energy stronger, it also increased his workload. If it continued like this, it would not be surprising even if he was burned out.

The strong wind suddenly began to shrink.

It gave up its original form of continuing to resist the expansion of the fire. The atmospheric circulations that tore the sky apart collapsed inward rapidly, and suddenly formed a spherical cyclone with a radius of several thousand meters, completely covering Otoro inside.

The sea of ​​fire went up, greedily licking the empty area. The blessing from [Liaoning], [Scorched Earth] and [Rendering] allowed it to penetrate like a maggot in the tarsal bone if there was even a tiny gap.

A hand as big as a mountain suppressed the fire.

The huge spherical cyclone seemed unable to bear it any longer and suddenly began to break and disintegrate. The giant hand made of pure strong wind was the first to break through the outer shell of the cyclone. Then the second, third, and fourth hands, like the magnificent existence of the Titans in mythology, revealed their bodies at this moment and occupied the sky.

This is a statue that is several thousand meters tall, barely humanoid in shape, made of pure storm, with an erratic and vague outline.

It stretched out four arms, one pair of which strangled the fire, and in the other pair, a kilometer-long storm sword slowly took shape.

Looking down at the dust below.

Compared with the wind in the wasteland, what men really remember and never dare to forget are the natural disasters caused by extreme climate.

He consulted the archives and engraved this psychic skill with the ritual of facing the natural disaster. In a sense, this is his Dharmakāya.

Psionic arts.

——[Natural disaster manifests].

(End of this chapter)