Chapter 663: Peak Combat Power from Red Dust

BOOM—!!!

Ink-colored lightning streaked across the sky, and earth-shattering explosions rolled through the air!

A black shadow crashed down like a cannonball, smashing a barren hill into dust before embedding itself into the hard earth, sending dust billowing into the sky.

At the edge of the clouds in the firmament, a figure in white stood like a god descending, coldly overlooking the hill of ruins where dust was churning.

"...This time, are you still not dead??"

Lü Liangren raised the eight-foot ink brush in his hand and waved it rapidly in the void. Like a halberd breaking the wind, it danced into afterimages, and clusters of ink began to bleed crazily into the surroundings with him at the center.

The ink seemed to soak into thin drawing paper, instantly dyeing the sky black as if layers of thunderclouds were piled together. A terrifying pressure descended upon the world!

"Extinguish."

As Lü Liangren spoke the word, 108 ink-lightning bolts carved out afterimages, striking rapidly from the piled thunderclouds like the scepter of a god's wrath, crazily destroying the center of the hill ruins!

THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD—

The gullies in the earth grew deeper under the lightning strikes, and the shockwaves nearly obliterated all the surrounding terrain. This bombardment lasted for a full half-minute before the deafening roar that threatened to tear their eardrums finally subsided.

When the stray ink-lightning gradually dissipated, the original earth had vanished, replaced by an ocean of ink... At the center of this ocean, a shattered body was gently swaying with the waves.

Lü Liangren's chest heaved violently, his face turning pale...

This series of skills had consumed a significant amount of his psychic energy. But given the destructive power he had just unleashed, other God Path users of the same rank should have been at least severely injured, if not dead. But Brand...

Brand was indeed severely injured, on the verge of death.

Just like the previous eight times.

Brand floated on the surface of the ink like a corpse. The next moment, an alchemy array extended from his flesh and blood, and dense arteries and veins seemed to come alive, weaving into complex and mysterious patterns. Steam rose from beneath him...

In this mist, wisps of electricity danced, and Brand's missing limbs regrew flesh and blood. He stood up from the ink surface, stumbling.

"So painful... feels like I died again." Brand looked at his body, grimacing in pain.

Lü Liangren gripped his eight-foot ink brush and slowly floated down from the air, his toes lightly touching the ink surface, sending ripples outward... He looked at Brand's intact body, his expression incredibly ugly.

"What kind of monster are you?"

"I'm not a monster, I'm a human," Brand said with a shrug and a smile. "Just one who is proficient in some human alchemy... like converting water molecules in the air into flesh and blood cells."

"No matter how much you convert, there's a limit to your psychic energy," Lü Liangren took a deep breath, killing intent erupting in his eyes again.

"As long as I inflict enough damage on you, you will still die."

The smile on Brand's lips faded. He squinted at Lü Liangren and spoke in a sinister tone:

"Oh? Then give it a try... let's see who runs out of energy first, or who gets killed first?"

Lü Liangren gripped his ink brush tightly. Just as he was about to move, a massive grinding wheel woven from hundreds of geometric shapes suddenly appeared in the void above Brand, and in the blink of an eye, it dragged Brand's figure inside!

BOOM—!!!

The ink ocean churned violently, and Brand's painful wails sounded from beneath the water, as if he were enduring inhuman torture.

Lü Liangren froze. He looked up to see a blank picture frame floating in the air, and the abstract face of the Second Hall slowly taking shape within it...

"You talk big," the Second Hall snorted. "I want to see how many times you can be killed?"

"You finished your side?" A flash of surprise crossed Lü Liangren's eyes.

"Finished."

As the Second Hall finished speaking, two figures landed on the ink ocean one after another—one carrying a massive colorful paint palette, the other surrounded by manga-style special effects. Two Seventh-Rank auras descended simultaneously.

The Fourth Hall, the Eighth Hall.

"Four Seventh-Ranks from the Wuji Domain: two dead, one severely injured, one trapped," the Second Hall looked down at the churning ink. "Now... only this culprit remains."

"These guys from the Witchcraft Association really aren't tough," Yang Muquan said, lifting his chin.

The Fourth Hall glanced at him without speaking.

A massive alchemy array opened at the bottom of the ink ocean. Immediately after, a hideous gap was torn in the churning seawater, and a giant-like arm of flesh and blood whistled out from below!

The surface of this arm had no skin, only scarlet flesh and bone emitting faint steam. The loosely clenched fist was as massive as a mountain, blotting out the sky.

As the flesh-and-blood fist slowly opened, a blood-covered Brand knelt weakly in the palm, grumbling:

"You guys from the Floating Life Painting are so shameless, using sneak attacks and ganging up on me!"

"No matter how shameless we are, we don't slaughter civilians," the Fourth Hall said coldly. "And you... you are a truly shameless beast."

As the words fell, the Second, Third, Fourth, and Eighth Halls attacked simultaneously, rushing into the clouds like four streams of light. Their earth-shaking auras intertwined and pressed down upon Brand!

Although Brand was an Eighth-Rank, he had no power to fight back under the joint siege of two Eighth-Ranks and two Seventh-Ranks.

His figure was like a kite with a broken string, being knocked around in the air. His human alchemy array couldn't keep up with the speed at which his body was being destroyed. Within three minutes, he was severely injured and on the verge of death six times, falling to the earth in a sorry state.

"Like slaughtering civilians?"

BANG—!

Lü Liangren pierced his abdomen with a brush, the shockwaves tearing nearly all his internal organs.

"Want to refine the Philosopher's Stone?"

The Second Hall's abstract face took shape from the void, and a pair of octagonal gears rolled over him, twisting his bones and the space around him into fragments.

"Do you really think my Red Dust Domain... has no one?"

The Fourth and Eighth Halls attacked simultaneously, pressing their palms onto the left and right eyes of the falling Brand, and exerted force!

BOOM—!!

Brand's figure was embedded into the earth once again.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough..." Brand knelt on the ground, coughing violently. Every cough brought up large clots of blood, a shocking sight.

His psychic energy was nearing its limit, unable to support any more human alchemy... If this continued, he would truly die here.

The four Halls walked slowly from the ink ocean, carrying the anger of the Red Dust Domain and representing the peak combat power of the Floating Life Painting in this era.

The Eighth Hall, Yang Muquan, walked straight up to him, his palm flickering with manga special effects, and gripped Brand's head tightly...

"Ready to die?"

"You... can't kill me," Brand said hoarsely.

"We're at this point, and you still think we can't kill you??"

"You can't kill me!" Brand laughed. He bared his blood-filled mouth, full of broken teeth, and repeated with certainty, "That person can abandon anyone... but he won't let me die."

Hearing this, the four Halls frowned simultaneously.

Yang Muquan's eyes sharpened, and just as he was about to crush Brand's head, a blinding radiance suddenly bloomed before them, carrying heart-stopping light and heat... like a burning sun.