Void Cultivation-Chapter 253- When the world shudders in the face of divinity

Chapter 253: Chapter 253- When the world shudders in the face of divinity

However, the only choice he had right now was to escape far away from this place. That was why, without the slightest trace of hesitation, Grey dashed toward the depths of the tunnel at full speed.

His legs moved so fast that multiple afterimages were left behind in his wake. This was the result of the insane speed he was forcing his body to unleash. The turbid, foul air within the tunnel was violently blown apart as Grey ran forward like a streak of light.

Even so, he still felt that his escape speed was far too slow.

With no other choice, Grey abruptly kicked off the ground and began flying through the tunnel instead.

Previously, the tunnels of flesh had not been very large, only about ten to fifteen meters wide. For cultivators accustomed to soaring freely through the open sky or fighting in vast, spacious environments, maneuvering in such a narrow, oppressive tunnel would be extremely difficult.

However, Grey had the threat of death hanging directly over his head.

Naturally, under such pressure, Grey’s adaptability skyrocketed. He was already skilled at aerial movement, and it did not take long before he forcefully adjusted to flying within the cramped space. His movements became sharp and precise, narrowly avoiding the writhing flesh around him as he surged forward.

By this time, several minutes had passed since the small person had appeared from the void and suppressed the massive face.

Suddenly,

A loud, manic cackle echoed from the tunnel behind Grey.

The moment the sound reached his ears, cold sweat instantly covered his entire body. His heart nearly leapt out of his chest as he pushed himself even harder, squeezing every last drop of strength from his exhausted body.

However, no matter how much faster he became, the cackling laughter only grew louder... and closer.

Grey’s mind involuntarily conjured a horrifying image... the massive face bursting out of the tunnel behind him, crashing into his body and devouring him whole.

The fear of that scene made his thoughts race chaotically as he desperately searched for a way to escape this deadly predicament.

Finally, as the sinister laughter closed in, Grey’s eyes flashed with determination.

He tightly gripped the purple scythe in his hand and issued a command to his shadow.

The instant he did so, Grey shot toward the ceiling of the tunnel and slashed upward repeatedly. At the same time, the shadow detached itself from beneath his feet and rapidly transformed, its form stretching and warping as it took the shape of a massive tree.

However, its form was extremely unstable, flickering violently as though it might collapse at any moment. Even so, it did not dare disobey Grey at this critical juncture.

The faint yet terrifying purple light that radiated from Grey’s body. An aura that had even instilled fear into the massive face was more than enough to force the shadow into obedience.

After all, if that purple light had been directed at it, the shadow knew it would not survive.

The radiant power of the purple crystal was so intense that even the shadow itself had begun to dissipate, scattering into fragmented wisps of darkness.

’No matter how young or detestable this person is, I must not offend him!’ the shadow screamed inwardly. ’He possesses the power to instantly erase me!’

With that thought firmly in mind, its trembling and distorted form stabilized. In the next instant, it solidified into a massive pitch-black tree devoid of leaves.

A single crimson eye slowly opened on the trunk of the shadow tree. Eyes that were normally filled with malice and sinister intent now reflected nothing but absolute fear and forced loyalty toward Grey.

Grey noticed all of this, yet he completely ignored it.

First, he knew that the shadow was merely pretending to be obedient in order to avoid death. Only after witnessing the overwhelming suppressive power of the purple crystal had it suppressed its disdain and contempt toward him.

Second, Grey simply did not have the time or energy to concern himself with the shadow’s thoughts.

His Soul Devouring Bird had shattered.

His Life Demon manifestation had completely crumbled.

With the loss of those two powers, his combat strength had plummeted to a terrifying degree. On top of that, numerous injuries were already accumulating throughout his body.

Now, aside from his cultivation base, the purple scythe, and the shadow, what power did he truly have left?

After pushing the purple crystal to its limits, Grey’s body had clearly failed to withstand the strain. His internal organs felt as though they were slowly collapsing, cracks spreading from within.

If the massive face had not repelled his attack when it did, his injuries would have been far more severe, possibly fatal.

At this moment, Grey’s face was deathly pale. Dried blood stained nearly every part of his clothes, making him resemble a walking corpse. A dense, baleful aura seeped from his body, amplifying the already heavy aura of death surrounding him.

"Strike the wall of flesh!" Grey roared as he commanded the shadow.

Despite being in extremely poor condition, the two of them poured everything they had into their attack, launching a desperate assault on the fleshy walls surrounding them.

If Grey were still at his peak, then with the terrifying sharpness of the purple scythe, he could carve long, deep gashes into the flesh with just four or five strikes.

But now,

Each slash sent waves of pain surging through his body. Blood spilled from his mouth intermittently, and only after nine or ten full-powered strikes could he barely leave a deep wound in the flesh.

"This won’t do..." Grey muttered through clenched teeth, his expression pale and strained. "Before the shadow and I can even carve out a single meter, that thing will already catch up to us."

Even so, neither Grey nor the shadow stopped their assault.

This was his only path of survival.

If he failed here, then death was inevitable.

As Grey continued hacking at the ceiling of the tunnel with relentless desperation, far away from him.

The captain appeared at the location where the two sacred halberds had descended.

She looked around carefully, but no matter how much she searched, she couldn’t find anything peculiar or overly special. Everything appeared disturbingly normal.

In the end, she let out a quiet sigh and continued forward, her figure drifting steadily closer to the location where Grey was relentlessly slashing at the tunnel of flesh.

At this moment, Grey could hear the cackling sounds of the massive face far more clearly than before.

However, it no longer sounded like laughter.

Instead, it resembled the desperate cries of fear.

The massive face shouted endlessly, spewing words at an astonishing speed, its voice overlapping itself as if it were losing control. It was obvious that whatever was chasing it was both powerful and terrifying, so much so that the massive face could no longer maintain its previous madness.

At times, its voice sounded frantic and pleading.

At other times, it suddenly became arrogant and defiant, as if it did not fear its pursuer at all.

"Divine Prisoner! Divine Prisoner, why are you chasing after me?! Leave me alone!"

The words echoed through the tunnel, distorted and frantic. One moment, it sounded as though it were begging for mercy. The next, it would laugh bizarrely and utter arrogant, mocking words, only to abruptly realize its mistake and return to begging once more.

The instability in its voice was unsettling.

The moment Grey could clearly understand its words, a sharp dizziness washed over him. His vision blurred slightly as his head spun.

He knew the cause.

The exhaustion accumulated in both his mind and body, combined with the terrifying divine pressure rapidly approaching from behind, was pushing him toward his limit.

"Damn it!" Grey cursed hoarsely. "Only seven meters... I’ve only managed to dig out seven meters!"

His breathing was ragged as he spoke.

"It’s not fast enough, and the flesh keeps repairing itself!"

At this point, both Grey and the shadow were completely exhausted.

They could not continue any longer.

The shadow’s form collapsed repeatedly, breaking apart and reforming over and over as it stubbornly tried to help Grey carve a path to survival. But after striking the ceiling once more with its blackened branches, the shadow tree suddenly trembled violently.

Then,

Like an ancient tree struck by heavenly lightning, it shattered.

Its massive form broke apart, dispersing into countless fragments of darkness that weakly wriggled back toward Grey’s feet before finally settling there.

Grey’s shadow had become extremely dim, its form trembling faintly as if it could disappear at any moment.

Grey himself was no better.

His arms shook violently, and no matter how much he tried, he could no longer lift the purple scythe. His fingers felt numb, and his muscles screamed in protest.

An intense unwillingness to die surged within his heart.

Yet no matter how fiercely he struggled, he could not summon the strength to raise the scythe one final time.

Just as despair threatened to swallow him whole.

He noticed movement above his head.

The ceiling of flesh trembled slightly.

It felt as though something was striking the tunnel from the outside.

The moment he realized this, Grey’s eyes lit up with renewed determination.

"This is my chance!" he shouted inwardly.

He desperately gathered what little spirit power remained, forcing it to surge toward his hands.

But the result was devastating.

His sea of consciousness was completely depleted.

Not a single trace of spirit power responded.

In the end, Grey gritted his teeth and circulated his cold yin energy instead. Using it as a substitute, he forcibly raised the purple scythe and struck upward.

Very slowly, the ceiling began to tear open, attacked simultaneously from both the inside and the outside.

A thin crack appeared.

Light poured in.

The moment the outside world became visible through that narrow opening, Grey did not hesitate for even a breath.

He surged upward at breakneck speed, shooting through the opening like a desperate arrow escaping its bow.

On the other side, the captain suddenly saw Grey burst out from the tunnel of flesh at terrifying speed. In an instant, he appeared beside her, only to vanish again without even sparing her a glance, flying straight into the distance.

She froze for a moment, stunned.

Then she turned her head toward the tunnel he had emerged from.

Before she could fully react, she heard Grey’s voice carried by the wind.

"Why aren’t you running yet?!"

The instant those words reached her ears, a sinister laugh echoed from deep within the tunnel.

Every instinct she possessed screamed danger. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Without hesitation, the captain turned and chased after Grey, abandoning all thoughts of curiosity or questioning.

As she flew, she coughed lightly and rubbed her nose, forcing out a faint smile.

"Nice to see you again, Little Grey," she said casually. "Why exactly are we running away?"

Grey did not respond.

He only flew faster.

Outside the tunnel, the spirit energy was significantly denser. With each passing moment, Grey recovered fragments of his strength, allowing his speed to increase even further.

The captain frowned slightly, puzzled by his behavior. She raised an eyebrow and glanced back toward the tunnel he had escaped from, about to speak again...

When suddenly, her pupils shrank violently.

Without looking back a second time, she accelerated at full speed.

Even so, she noticed that Grey had already put quite some distance between them without once glancing behind. Cold sweat rapidly soaked her back, clinging uncomfortably to her clothes.

She quickly caught up to him and shouted, her voice filled with shock and dread.

"Why the hell is there a broken divine here?! What did you do to provoke a broken divine?!"

Fear and disbelief intertwined in her expression.

Almost immediately after,

A deafening rumble shook the world.

The land behind them collapsed violently, and the entire area was swallowed by billowing clouds of red soil and dust.