Ultragene Warlord

Fang Yi's attack shocked all the competitors present.

If Zhang Lie's sword slash had made them wary, then Fang Yi's spear strike pierced through any nascent fighting spirit that they drummed up, resulting only in fear.

Space and time cracked, and unusual pitch-black thorn-like protrusions spiked into the pocket space.

Twenty-five afterimages appeared, shining with light.

Black, formless chains surrounded Xing Yu as fate locked in on him.

A howling storm, void lightning, mysterious temporal charge, the wind of ages—the mishmash of elements exploded.

The twenty-five wheels of time that stabilized Fang Yi's techniques shattered.

"[Godbane Strike]!"

The nine different energies formed a huge vortex.

Fang Yi was suffering from a nosebleed. Even with his fourth-realm body and twenty-five wheels of time, it was difficult to support the sheer offensive might of this technique. Fang Yi was able to control formless energy effectively, but not the ninefold confluence of energies. Nor could he form it into the shape of a spear.

All that energy erupted in an instant in a blow that shook the world.

The son of lightning was initially shocked, but he then focused on reinforcing his own technique. He imbued manifold authorities into his lightning: a phoenix clawing, a phoenix spreading its wings, a dragon howling into the skies.

The two frightening attacks struck each other in an explosion of lightning. A howling storm, void lightning, mysterious temporal charge, the wind of ages—the mishmash of elements exploded. Against fate, the lightning had no choice but to bow down. Fang Yi's [Fated Spear] scattered the lightning and the manifold authorities it possessed.

The competitors were deeply astounded by this blow.

"I remember who they are now. They're the stellar hunters! One of them beat the invincible Solarvine, and the other, the ninth Immortal King. They're both incredible existences."

Upon witnessing Zhang Lie and Fang Yi's strength, many of the cultivators backed down.

They were here to steal their treasures, not to be killed. They backed down hastily.

"Ah, something just came up. I have to leave for the moment."

"Ouch, my stomach! I'm going to head out first."

"Is something happening over there?"

"It looks like there are people fighting over treasure. Why don't we have a look?"

"Oh, great excuse—no, there really are people fighting over something!"

"There's a massive conflict brewing over there!"

"What incredible commotion. What in the world is happening?"

Piercing light emanated from the heavens.

A figure emerged waving a halberd, surrounded by light, the very sky his backdrop. He was poised to split apart the heavens himself.

Meanwhile, opposite him, bearing a golden lamp glimmering with light, was another young man who was equally tall and heroic. The two cultivators prepared to face off.

Fog surrounded the two cultivators as a talisman rose into the air. The two cultivators struck simultaneously, fighting over it.

"This is the 'Bone Talisman' that allows you to enter the land of inheritance!"

The competitors all around gasped, giving up on Zhang Lie and Feng Xian as they rushed toward the talisman.

Clearly, that talisman was far more precious than the divine plants in Zhang Lie's possession.

The son of lightning deserved his status as one of the budding cultivators of this younger generation. He had even survived the [Fated Spear], but he wasn't in good condition. Half his body had been destroyed, and mental dust continued to scatter from his wounds. The son of lightning evoked the inverse to destruction, creation, in an attempt to heal his wounds.

An ordinary injury would easily be healed by this approach, but Fang Yi's attack was extraordinary. The ninefold attack had used elemental forces that were difficult to comprehend and harder still to transmute. The son of lightning's restorative ability didn't take effect.

"You were lucky." The son of lightning snorted, vanishing in a bolt of electricity. He flashed away so quickly that Fang Yi wouldn't be able to give chase.

"Come at me if you dare!" Fang Yi shouted, but he didn't give chase. Using the [Fated Spear] had drained much of Fang Yi's reserves, and he wouldn't be able to fight at full strength. He too needed time to recuperate.

Li Feng asked, "What's this 'Bone Talisman' that grants access into the land of inheritance? Why are there so many people chasing after it?"

Zhang Lie recalled what Sun Xiaowu had told them before his departure. This realm was far more complex than they had imagined, and it harbored tremendous secrets.

"Perhaps it leads to the place that Sun Xiaowu entered through one of the palaces back then. That's the real 'core' of the world."

The members of Team Zenith, and indeed many others, had understood the realm like nothing more than a game of Fortnite, but it seemed that things were far more complicated.

Fang Yi stepped forward. The three cultivators exchanged glances with each other as they headed into the depth of the fighting.

The fog grew stronger as the cultivators fought for the bone talisman.

As Zhang Lie stepped forward, a cultivator slammed a palm at him with radiant light. This was a free-for-all.

A bolt of lightning, thick as could be, shot toward Fang Yi's skull.

Zhang Lie looked up to see that the son of lightning had struck. The 'Bone Talisman' had ended up in their vicinity.

The son of lightning was the fastest among all the cultivators and chased after it with extreme speed.

A bolt of light shot forward and penetrated the lightning in a flash of sparks.

Fang Yi still hadn't recovered from his exertion. He hadn't been the one to launch the attack—Li Feng had.

Li Feng punched forward with a fist of dizzying light.

The void resonated; it collapsed like a tattered painting.

Several cultivators rushed over and attacked everyone present.

Zhang Lie caught the bone talisman, which shone with multicolored light.

"Hand that talisman over!"

A beam of sword energy stretched for hundreds of kilometers and came at Zhang Lie from afar.

"[Light Dragon's Remnants]!"

Li Feng marshaled his genetic energy into the form of a large number of white dragons, which clashed against that beam and exploded in the air.

"Hand it over!" the cultivator demanded again. He wore black; a chilling aura surrounded him.

Li Feng stood before the two cultivators. "Captain, Fang Yi, you've already been through an intense fight. Rest up and leave this opponent to me!"

The enemy cultivator gave off umbral light. His dark armor began to glow and crystallize. He struck with a black divine sword. "Scram!"

His sword slash distorted the very heavens and struck at the three cultivators before him. It was no mere slash; rather, it seemed more like a sea of sword energy, terrorizing all mired in its midst.

The sword energy transformed into a phoenix, a suanni, a dragon, and all sorts of mythical creatures.