A Night of Desperation-Chapter 523: returns Three

"I don’t know what the Holy Tower is, I only know that the way you survive makes me feel disgusted!" Quan He still had a cold expression.

"It’s not survival, just going along with the tide, that’s all." The withered wood figure said indifferently.

"Then what is the tide?" Suddenly, a somewhat unfamiliar voice came from beside the two.

The withered wood figure and Quan He both instantly focused their attention, seeing a large hole had somehow appeared in the inner wall of the circular cavity.

A tall and burly figure slowly walked in.

The figure was wearing a white Daoist robe, with long hair draped over his shoulders, fair skin, a black eye patch over the right eye, and a left eye that was purple like glass.

"Yu Hong!!" Quan He exclaimed in surprise. "Why did you come back!? Leave quickly, this is not a situation you can handle!!"

She knew Yu Hong’s strength was significantly weaker than hers, while the guy who called himself the Withered Wood Commander was someone even she couldn’t contend with.

Even if Yu Hong rushed over, it would mean nothing more than an unnecessary sacrifice!

"Quan He, you look really pathetic," Yu Hong’s gaze flicked over Quan He’s broken arm, then quickly landed on the withered wood figure.

"And who is this?"

"Du Yuan," the withered wood figure replied to Yu Hong’s question in a low voice. "Holy Tower, Du Yuan."

He turned slightly, facing Yu Hong.

"Your potential is not..." Suddenly, he paused mid-sentence, seemingly interrupted by something, and didn’t continue.

Silence.

The withered wood figure inexplicably fell silent.

Yu Hong and Quan He waited for him to continue speaking, hoping to gather more background information.

But for some reason, this guy suddenly just stopped.

"On you... is it Qinghe Mountain?!" Unexpectedly, the withered wood figure Du Yuan recognized the Daoist robe symbol on Yu Hong.

"Oh? You know it?" Yu Hong said in surprise.

Unexpectedly, a Black Disaster monster could recognize the symbol of Qinghe Mountain.

"An ancient force long since destroyed, a bit surprising," Du Yuan said coldly. "But it doesn’t matter anymore."

His right arm dropped, his palm growing numerous slender black tendrils, which quickly congealed into a sharp long spear.

"This is your last chance, Quan He, your final choice of freedom."

Sizzle!

The spear tip exploded into a giant semi-transparent web, spreading across the entire cavity in an instant.

"I choose no!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Quan He pinched a spell with one hand, circles of golden runes forming a sphere, constantly exploding out from her, layer by layer breaking through the giant web of transparent threads.

"Immortal aura..." Yu Hong on the side clearly felt the difference.

Since cultivating the Qingyuan Heavenly River Miao Technique, he had gained an increasingly clear understanding of various forms of power.

In Qinghe Mountain, all forms of power were divided into different stages.

Normal, Transcendent, Immortal, Transformative, Unity of Heaven and Man, Saintly position.

A saintly position is where the Heavenly Venerate resides.

They wield saintly-level power, their every move effortlessly reshaping the laws of heaven and earth and the universe, thus standing at the pinnacle of all, resisting the Source Disaster.

And at this moment, according to the characteristics described in his cultivation technique, Yu Hong recognized that both Quan He and the withered wood man called Du Yuan were at the Immortal level, possessing Immortal-level energy like his own Chaotic God Sky Eye Skill.

’Theoretically, there are extremely vast differences even within the Immortal level, as if different Immortals might complement or counteract each other, with strong or weak comparisons involving absorption, etc.’ At this point, Yu Hong observed the power techniques released by both.

Clearly, he noticed Quan He’s golden spherical array required at least three times, if not more, energy to cancel out an equivalent volume of Du Yuan’s translucent webs.

This forced Quan He into a cycle of continuously unleashing massive energy bursts to maintain it.

Meanwhile, Du Yuan stood effortlessly calm, with an expression of tranquility.

’The gap is evident...Quan He is not his match....’ Yu Hong instantly judged in his mind.

Immediately, without hesitation, his hands suddenly glowed with blue-purple lightning.

With a step.

Boom!

He leaped off the ground, instantly appearing by Du Yuan’s side.

One palm!!

The lightning converged in his palm, transforming into a blinding small purple sun, fiercely aiming at Du Yuan.

In that instant, the special trait of Thunder Speed activated, both the attack speed and explosion speed enhanced. The small purple sun in Yu Hong’s hand grew even more intense, its power increasing by over seventy percent.

With the full operation of the Chaotic God Sky Eye Skill and the Thunder Speed trait combined, the Heavenly Thunder Palm.

Even without the endless force of the Tai Ling Skill, the Immortal-level Chaotic God Sky Eye Skill was equally powerful.

A palm strike directly hit Du Yuan’s left shoulder.

Boom!!

Blue-purple lightning scattered, transforming into electric serpents that slithered away.

For a moment, the entire cave was lit up with blue-purple flashes.

"Not a bad palm strike, but unfortunately...if it were a bit stronger, it might have hurt me." Du Yuan stood there unmoving.

Despite taking Yu Hong’s palm head-on, he felt nothing.

"Power leakage, your strength doesn’t even surpass Quan He." As he finished speaking, his right arm suddenly shot up, aiming to grab Yu Hong’s right arm which was about to strike again.

Bang.

Their hands collided, sending a ring of gray light into the air.

It was obvious, Yu Hong grunted, stepping back several paces, raising his hand to see his palm swollen and red, evidently slightly injured.

"Seems I’m still quite weak..." he sighed.

In the next moment, his form flickered, capable of appearing in two different spots within a second, each time launching a lightning attack around Du Yuan.

For a moment, Yu Hong’s flickering figures filled the cave, exercising the instantaneous movement capability the Outer Eye enhancement provided, giving it full play.

But even so, Du Yuan remained standing, casually blocking the incoming lightning palm imprints.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!!

The series of explosions continued non-stop.

Quan He’s Golden Light Formation, meanwhile, hadn’t paused, building layer upon layer, gradually condensing into pure golden Immortal Cranes, flying around.

"Get away!" Suddenly, Quan He spirit transmitted with a mental shout.

Yu Hong reacted sharply, pulling back to create distance.

Sizzle!!!

In the next moment, a giant golden light pillar more than ten meters thick crashed past his side, hitting the standing withered wood Du Yuan directly.

Boom!!!

A ten-meter diameter charred hole was blasted in the central cavity.

Yet Du Yuan.

Remained suspended in mid-air, with no ground left beneath his feet to stand on, but at this moment, he was entirely indifferent, watching Yu Hong and Quan He.

"What a pity....my patience is at its limit."

He raised his spear.

Swish!!

Likewise using instantaneous movement, in the next moment, he appeared behind Yu Hong and Quan He, with the spear tip exploding, transforming into a vast densely meshed gray-black web, covering the two.

His instantaneous movement far surpassed Yu Hong’s, appearing to unleash a wide-range ability covering the entire cave the moment he arrived.

"Gray Sound." Du Yuan sighed softly, swinging the spear faster, the giant web descending upon them.

Within the giant web, Yu Hong and Quan He simultaneously unleashed their power, but were both unable to break through the pressing gray-black web.

The gap in density and quality of their Immortal power was too great, requiring multiple efforts to counteract a single unit of Du Yuan’s power. This gap resulted in consuming time and lacking force.

"Go!"

In an instant, Quan He’s body shone with golden light, grabbing Yu Hong’s shoulder with the intention to forcibly send him away.

But at the cost of overexertion, her skin cracked, and a large amount of blood started to seep out.

"I didn’t come back just to escape!" Yu Hong instantly spirit transmitted, gazing at the descending gray-black web.

"Seems the gap even between Immortals is this vast...."

Crack.

At that moment, his right eye patch fell off on its own, revealing an eerie pupil glowing with white light, with layers of purple array formations spinning and shining.

The Eighth Layer of Chaotic God Sky Eye Skill!

Fully activated.

Buzz....

A dazzling halo centered on violet, surrounded by vibrant colors, condensed and appeared deep in the pupil.

’Chaotic God!!’

In the next instant.

Yu Hong slightly raised his head.

His right eye shot forth a magnificent violet light.

Sizzle!!!

The violet light, sharp like a blade, instantly split the gray-black web in two, slicing it from top to bottom.

Then it rapidly approached the web’s creator, Du Yuan.

Du Yuan noticed the anomaly in time, raising his hand to catch the violet light.

Pfft!!

His hand continuously blocked the beam, yet for the first time, he was forcefully pushed backwards step by step.

"On the verge of stepping into the next power stage...it’s strong....but...how long can you maintain such power?" Du Yuan said calmly.

"Longer than you expect!" Yu Hong gritted his teeth, fully urging his power, a massive amount of Chaotic God Sky Eye Skill’s inner strength gushing from his right eye, transforming into a purple beam outpouring.

This was an exaggerated attack at least several times stronger than the prior Immortal power, yet even with such an attack, it merely forced Du Yuan back a few steps, still unable to injure him.

The violet beam lasted a full ten seconds before gradually fading.

Hiss...

Black smoke rose from Du Yuan’s palm.

"Not bad, your trump card is even stronger than Quan He’s, but that is all," he said.

"Next." He stepped forward towards the two, "It’s time to pen the last stroke to end this world...."

"Is that your final words?"

Suddenly a cold female voice sounded behind him.

"What!!!?" Du Yuan jolted, he hadn’t noticed anyone behind him!

How could it be!!??

He was an actual high-ranking officer of the Holy Tower, a commander-level powerhouse! How could he not notice someone getting this close!??

In a fraction of a second, his whole body tensed, raising his hand, the spear in his palm spun rapidly, backward.

Pfft!!!

Yet in the next second, all motion halted.

An exaggerated spurt of black blood erupted from his chest.

Du Yuan’s eyes widened, his entire frame rigid, unable to move.

"This....!!!?"

He desperately attempted to look back.

But his body’s stiffness rendered him unable to shift even a finger.

"Who is it....exactly!!?"

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That female voice sounded again at this time.

Yet Du Yuan could no longer listen.

His body began to shatter like foam, turning into countless black dots, rapidly dissipating.

Behind his dissolving form, Hei Ying’s graceful figure emerged.

She held a pitch-black long sword in one hand, her long ponytail flowing to the left, wearing a snow-white Daoist robe, with a cold face.