Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don't Call Me a Demon!

Insect Cloud, Flying Swords, Yin Souls, Corpse Hands, Heavenly Thunder—all launched round after round of frenzied attacks on the battlefield.

The swarm tore flesh and blood, the Flying Swords whistled past, Yin Souls coiled into rivers, and Corpse Hands climbed aboard.

Add to that the thousand-hand centipede's own body, which also engaged in a bloody brawl with Du Shaochang.

As they fought, blood and flesh flew everywhere. Relying on its massive size and superior self-healing ability, the thousand-hand centipede traded wound for wound with Du Shaochang.

Under this relentless assault, the Star Light on Du Shaochang's body gradually dimmed.

Dragged into a war of attrition, he was slowly worn down. No matter how divine his power, he, unable to fly, was at a loss against Su Jie. Enjoy more content from My Virtual Library Empire

Conversely, Su Jie, despite feeling pained by his broken Flying Swords, scattered Yin Souls, and human-faced moths reduced to mince, found such losses completely acceptable.

On another part of the battlefield, Mo Shiyao saw Du Shaochang get trapped and gradually fall into disadvantage. Her heart instantly tightened.

She had not expected that with Du Shaochang's strength, he would actually be at a disadvantage in the fight.

Seeing that the situation was unfavorable for her side, Mo Shiyao had no choice but to use her trump card.

"True Word—Star River Sword!"

Mo Shiyao paid a great price to forcibly wield the secret technique, spitting fresh blood onto the ancient zither, her complexion instantly turning as pale as paper.

The ancient zither then echoed with haunting melodies, seemingly connecting with a certain star. The void shuddered, lights flooded the sky, and an aurora dragged a long tail of light, bringing a vast and terrifying presence from above the heavens.

The area within ten miles was illuminated by the aurora. Birds and beasts fled in terror, and the old and strong trees were bent over, as if a natural disaster had struck.

The aurora moved extremely quickly, one second still far in the horizon, the next instant it rushed close by, its powerful Spiritual Power turning into a light sword, carrying utmost beauty and endless lethal force.

Su Jie looked up, his face serious, planning to summon the thousand-hand centipede to help defend.

But at that moment, a sharp yell came from the dense forest.

"Hey, vicious woman, I haven't lost yet."

Ning Xinyue moved both her hands to cast spells, layer upon layer of ice pressed upward from the ground, forming a giant throne of ice. Atop the throne, the ice goddess sat in the void, extending a jade hand into the air.

"River Map Sky Void Skill."

Ning Xinyue called upon her cultivation of the River Map Sky Void Skill, her movements mirroring those of the ice goddess on the throne.

Crack!

The ice goddess's right hand, composed of frost and cold, expanded mid-journey, becoming a sky-supporting giant hand that grabbed the radiant aurora.

Boom!

In an instant, the world seemed to turn upside down, as if to rip the Sky Dome apart. Two ultimate attacks collided with a roar, terrifying shockwaves spread in every direction.

Finally, both the aurora and the ice goddess dissipated, and Ning Xinyue's complexion also faded, suffering a significant backlash.

"Thanks for that!"

Su Jie nodded towards Ning Xinyue's direction and then redoubled his efforts against Du Shaochang.

At this moment, Du Shaochang's body was drenched in blood, his arms weakly held as if bearing a mountain, and heavily plummeted downward.

Boom!

The thousand-hand centipede descended, numerous pale corpse hands broken, its body split in half from the middle.

But soon, at the severed end of the thousand-hand centipede, tiny centipedes emerged from the flesh, sticking together and instantly recovering their wholeness, though their size was significantly reduced.

ZZZ!

The thousand-hand centipede's counterattack was fierce. It stood upright, clamping onto Du Shaochang's waist with its deadly bite, and with its brutish insect body, it slammed him hard against a mountain peak. Rocks tumbled down, and the earth cracked open.

Following that, the centipede's facial armor emitted streaks of purple light.

The high temperature ignited the air, melted the mountains, and also struck Du Shaochang.

By this time, Du Shaochang, worn out by the incessant battles, was severely sapped of his vitality and could scarcely dodge, being hit squarely by dozens of high-temperature beams.

Holes opened all over Du Shaochang's body, his left arm was completely melted, his liver was pierced by the high-temperature beams, and his intestines were exposed.

Roar!

Du Shaochang became even more frenzied, like a cornered beast fighting back in its death throes, his whole body's essence blood boiling and burning. He crouched on the ground and leaped high into the air.

His body released star light like a bursting mountain torrent, using blood as the guide, the blood flowing from his body pooled beneath his feet into a bloody crystal platform, creating a staircase to ascend to heaven, heedlessly rushing towards Su Jie in the sky.

Thousands of thunders!

Seeing his opponent's attempt to take his own life, Su Jie continued to ascend, all the while releasing Purple Cloud Heavenly Thunders, bombarding Du Shaochang until his skin split and his flesh burst.

Below, the less than ten thousand human-faced moths, a dozen or so Flying Swords, and several thousand Yin Souls stubbornly flew over, surrounding the sky-stepping Du Shaochang, launching frenzied attacks.

Even if they would be blown to bits by Du Shaochang's punch or annihilated by his palm, these moths and Yin Souls did not hesitate for a second, surging forward like moths to a flame, bit by bit depleting Du Shaochang's physical strength, Spiritual Power, and Life Force.

The thousand-hand centipede also soared into the sky, blocking Du Shaochang's path.

This relentless barrage of attacks, unending and overwhelming, would have driven a common man to despair, but Du Shaochang was a man of immense perseverance.

"Even in death, I'll drag you to hell with me."

Du Shaochang was almost drained of his essence blood, his body like a great roc bird, his flesh and blood obscured by the thunder strike. His heart had been penetrated by the White Bone Sky Slaying Sword, and the human-faced moths crawled into his chest cavity through the wounds, feasting on his fragile organs while Yin Souls shredded his soul, leaving it fragmented.

With his last breath, Du Shaochang broke through the onslaught of thunder strikes, flying insects, Yin Souls, Flying Swords, and the thousand-hand centipede's defenses, finally reaching Su Jie, who stood on a cluster of small centipedes as his foothold.

At this point, there was hardly an inch of intact flesh on his body, his Spiritual Power was depleted, his breath hanging by a thread, his eyes still filled with rage as he stared at Su Jie and swung his last punch.

This punch carried all his raging fury, with the brilliance of star light bursting forth like a long river, the sky trembled, the clouds were blasted apart, delivering a supremely transcendent punch.

Bang!

The star light exploded all around, and Su Jie's body burst apart.

"Something's not right."

The sensation of the hit was off, and in the next moment, Du Shaochang's eyes widened in shock because Su Jie's body dissipated into smoke in front of him, and at the same time, a light laugh sounded from behind.

"Tch, tch, worthy of the Jade Sun True Body, truly terrifying. You almost killed me there."

The familiar voice made Du Shaochang twist his head in disbelief, only to see at the thousand-hand centipede's back, where the insect armor had shattered, turning into tiny centipedes the length of chopsticks, gushing out like a fountain.

And the real body of Su Jie, amidst the swarm of tiny centipedes erupting, slowly revealed himself.

Unbeknownst to him, Su Jie had already stealthily infiltrated within the thousand-hand centipede's body, and the figure left outside was nothing but a shadow remnant created by the Mysterious Shadow Secret Technique.

Severely injured, with his soul torn apart, Du Shaochang had not discerned the false body and had wasted his last attack in vain.