The person was chanting a curse, but their hands were wielding the black magic.

Chapter 142 Father and Son Take to the Battle of Weightlifting

After possession.

The figures of the heavens and the tyrant stood firmly against the soaring imaginary mass.

The impact of the virtual form swept in like a tsunami, carrying a devastating force that spread in all directions.

However, this time, with the added physical enhancement, the Heavenly Tyrant did not stagger from the shockwave of the imagined mass overflowing, as it had before, but remained incredibly resolute.

His feet were firmly planted on the ground as if rooted to the spot, and the earth beneath his feet cracked and sank under the immense pressure, forming a depression several meters in diameter.

The tyrant remained motionless, like a majestic mountain, exuding an unshakeable aura.

With steady fingers and palm, the blade of the Heavenly Reverse Blade was adjusted to be horizontal, parallel to the ground and level with the line of sight.

The blade reflected a purple light, and also reflected Shen'er's fearless eyes. A direct confrontation with the imagined mass.

The blade cleaved through the air, through the scorching heat, through the distorted halo, and cut straight towards the constantly overflowing imaginary energy.

The movements were clean and crisp, without the slightest hesitation or doubt, as precise as if they had been practiced a thousand times.

Swoosh—

The imaginary mass capable of devouring everything paused for the first time before the figures of Tian Ni Hou and the Tyrant.

As if time itself had stopped flowing at that point, the purple light froze before the tip of the knife.

That force, powerful enough to level an entire island, was blocked by a mere short sword and a human body.

Energy piled up and compressed in front of the blade, emitting a resentful roar, yet it could not advance even an inch further.

The cold light that can dispel all spells is now on par with the imaginary quality of the Azure Purple!

Two diametrically opposed forces clashed at the tip of the blade, producing a piercing shriek, like metal scraping against metal, like thunder exploding.

It forms visible ripples that spread outwards, distorting the light into strange shapes.

The point where the blade tip touched the purple light burst forth with a dazzling brilliance, like a new star being born.

The blade of the Heavenly Reverse Blade cannot completely cover the area of ​​influence, and there is still a lot of imaginary mass constantly overflowing.

The purple energy flowed around the blade like water, landing on Shen'er's body and constantly scorching his skin.

But Shen Er remained completely still.

His gaze was as firm as iron, unwavering in the slightest despite the pain.

The burning pain seemed to him to be nothing more than a trivial disturbance.

He maintained his lunging posture, the muscles in his arms working continuously, veins bulging under his skin, as he continued to thrust forward fiercely!

The blade tip advanced inch by inch, and each step forward required a tremendous amount of force.

The imagined mass violently resists before the blade's edge, as if making a final struggle.

The purple light began to flicker violently, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, emitting an increasingly sharp buzzing sound.

The outflow of energy became even more violent, and the shockwave spread in all directions, sending rubble and dust flying into the air.

Shen Er's hand began to bleed under the immense pressure, and the blood slid down the hilt of the knife, instantly evaporating into a blood mist under the high temperature.

"Don't lose, Dad!"

Suddenly, a reassuring push came from my back, like a warm current flowing into my burning body.

His body, strengthened by magical power, stood upright behind the tyrant, becoming Shen'er's pillar.

Fuhei placed his hands on Shen'er's back, together resisting the overflowing mass.

He could feel those imaginary masses lashing at him like whips, each one tearing away a piece of skin and leaving a charred scar.

But Fu Hei gritted his teeth and remained silent, only letting out a suppressed groan from his throat.

"Are you crazy? You'll be the first to give up!"

Shen Er quickly reached a conclusion, unusually eager, with an emotion that was almost never seen in him before.

He was afraid that Fu Hei, who lacked sufficient physical strength, would be overwhelmed by the imaginary mass during this confrontation.

He could feel Fu Hei's body trembling, enduring pressure beyond its limits.

But Fuhei did not retreat an inch; there was no hesitation or fear in his eyes, only pure determination.

I stood firmly by my father's side.

"How can you desert your post?"

Fu Hei's voice was faint amidst the roar of energy, yet it carried an undeniable power:

"Let that bastard who disregards human life witness our father's exhilarating combination attack!"

Fuhei roared and charged forward again.

The two figures began to counterattack against the Void Style.

Like a knight charging against the current.

"I'm... a weightlifting champion!!!"

Fu Hei's roar echoed once more.

Two figures, one large and one small, one in front and one behind, worked together to resist the earth-shattering force, advancing step by step.

The tip of the Heavenly Reversal Blade also advanced, piercing through the core of the Void Element in that instant!

The purple light surged to its peak in that instant, like the final glimmer of a dying star.

The surging torrents only served to highlight the annihilation of the hypothetical mass.

It split in two before the blade's tip, like a curtain being cleaved open, revealing a shocked figure inside.

The five most heinous crimes have been revealed.

His face was filled with disbelief, a trace of blood still lingered at the corner of his mouth, and his six eyes trembled violently in their sockets, as if he had witnessed the most incredible thing in the world.

His zodiac, his infinite zodiac.

It was actually cleaved in two by Shen'er and Fuhei using the Heavenly Reversal Blade.

This was something he knew could never happen, but it did happen right before his eyes.

The body remained in the same posture as when it was released, with one hand outstretched forward, fingers spread, and the last wisp of purple light still lingering at the fingertips.

It slowly dissipated in the air, like morning mist dissipating.

Extremely Evil Five's sunglasses tilted slightly, revealing a pair of six eyes underneath, and for the first time, an emotion called wavering appeared in those eyes.

The tyrant's figure reappeared in the dissipating purple light.

Although his body was covered in wounds and he was in much worse condition than the Five Evils, the Tyrant's eyes were still as sharp as knives.

Reassuming an offensive stance, the Heavenly Tyrant's lips curled into a cold smile once more:

"I've found you."

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