Chapter 734: Natural Disaster Zhang Yu (Bonus chapter 1,300 words)

Chapter 734: Heavenly Calamity Zhang Yu (Bonus Update +1300 Words)

Watching the message sent by Zhang Yu, Qingmu Shenjun smiled faintly and replied: “Good to have you back.”

Zhang Yu: “Master, please wait a moment. I’ll open the grand formation as quickly as possible.”

On the Nascent Soul battlefield, with the true formation node—or rather, the formation’s core—now discovered, the Nascent Soul True Lords of the Righteous Alliance and the Ten Academies had all converged upon this spot, launching their final, decisive battle.

Within the mere one-square-kilometer space of the formation’s core, an unprecedented clash erupted.

Because… whoever controlled the core could choose whether to shatter or sustain the Zhou Tian Milky Way Grand Formation—could reshape the course of the Divine Transformation battlefield, alter the fate of Kunxu’s second through fifth layers, and rewrite the destinies of countless sentient beings.

In this climactic struggle that would determine the fortunes of innumerable lives, each Nascent Soul True Lord unleashed their utmost strength, blazing across the battlefield with dazzling brilliance.

Yet amidst this sea of radiance, one figure outshone them all—his glory so overwhelming, so peerless, it eclipsed every other light.

The Sword-Slaying True Lord, that mysterious Nascent Soul cultivator, swept through the battlefield invincibly, crushing one formidable Nascent Soul after another from the Ten Academies into dust. Single-handedly, he dictated the tide of war.

Under the sweep of his sword, the elites of the Ten Academies retreated step by step. The remnants of their main force—True Lords like Tian Sha, Miao Shou, and Xian Yin—still fought desperately within the core, but to the warriors of the Righteous Alliance, they were already on their last breath.

Watching this unfold, Zhan Yun—the traitor of Tian Jian—thought inwardly, “Once they’re eliminated, the Righteous Alliance will fully seize the core. The Ten Academies will have no chance of turning the tide.”

At this thought, Zhan Yun felt ever more relieved that he’d ultimately made the right choice—successfully defecting to the Righteous Alliance.

Meanwhile, the entire formation core was now encircled tightly by the Righteous Alliance’s strongest cultivators. Under the sweeping power of numerous Nascent Soul True Lords, a perimeter over a hundred kilometers wide around the core had already been sealed off.

It was at this very moment that Zhang Yu arrived at a point still 122 kilometers from the core—and he could already feel his presence locked onto by multiple magical artifacts.

He’d been discovered.

His gaze swept across the layered chaos of battle, as if spanning the 122 kilometers in an instant, seeing Tian Sha and Xian Yin fighting desperately, and the Sword-Slaying True Lord marching toward victory.

“Senior sister,” Zhang Yu spoke softly, “what’s the current situation?”

A message from Zhang Pianpian lit up in Zhang Yu’s ocular interface: *Tian Sha and the others can hold on a little longer.*

Zhang Pianpian: *If you can break through the Righteous Alliance’s encirclement, cross these 122 kilometers, defeat everyone inside the core—especially that Sword-Slaying True Lord—and prevent any of their strong cultivators from entering the core for the next sixteen minutes…*

Zhang Pianpian: *If you can do all that, I’ll help you take control of the core.*

Zhang Yu didn’t reply. He simply took a deep breath, stepped forward—and in an instant, accelerated into a blur of afterimages, charging ahead at full speed.

At that same moment, on the outer edge of the battlefield, Da Zhuan True Lord had already detected Zhang Yu’s presence.

As one of the Righteous Alliance’s elite, Da Zhuan had stationed himself on the battlefield’s periphery specifically to intercept anyone trying to flee from within—or anyone attempting to break in from outside to reinforce the defenders.

He calculated inwardly: “It won’t be long before those Ten Academy elites start surrendering or fleeing en masse.”

But upon spotting Zhang Yu, Da Zhuan felt a flicker of surprise.

“Zhang Yu… You barely escaped alive, and yet you dare return?”

Before Xi Shen’s fall, a distress signal had been sent—so Da Zhuan had already seen the intelligence about Zhang Yu and the others’ escape.

Though he didn’t know how they’d managed it, seeing Zhang Yu here now filled him with a sense of fortune.

“I’ll suppress you once more.”

He renamed his live-stream channel to “Suppressing True Lord Zhu Yi,” then hurled down traffic boosts and recommendation slots with a tap of his fingers, unleashing streams of incantations.

Simultaneously, he sent a message to his alliance’s combat group: *Zhang Yu is mine alone—no one else interfere!*

In an instant, Da Zhuan shifted into peak combat readiness.

“Heaven-and-Earth Shared Scripture, First Form: Crime of Murder!”

With a casual toss, he flung a corpse like a meteor toward Zhang Yu. As the body shattered with a loud bang, a faint red projection from the Spirit Realm appeared above Zhang Yu’s head—a translucent label marking him as a murderer.

At that moment, another message from Zhang Pianpian lit up in Zhang Yu’s vision.

Zhang Pianpian: *It’s a Spirit Realm attack. He’s pinned a criminal charge on you to trigger the Divine Network’s assault.*

Zhang Pianpian: *But I think this might actually be an opportunity for you—which is why I arranged for you to launch your assault from this direction.*

Zhang Yu asked: *What kind of attack will the Divine Network unleash?*

After hearing Zhang Pianpian’s explanation, Zhang Yu replied: *I understand. Don’t block the direct attacks for me. You’re right—this truly is an advantage for me. It’ll drag the battlefield into my domain of expertise.*

Zhang Yu: *But as for fines and penalties… senior sister, I’ll leave those to you to delay.*

Zhang Pianpian: *Don’t worry—not a single copper will be deducted from you.*

The moment their exchange ended, the Divine Network’s warning arrived.

“Cultivator True Lord Zhu Yi, violent conduct detected against victim He Yiyang at [Incident Time] and [Incident Coordinates], resulting in death.”

“Your personal account has been flagged. Per Article 12, Chapter 3 of the Kunxu Basic Code, please comply with detention…”

A flood of crimson alerts erupted, filling Zhang Yu’s vision like layer upon layer of bloodstained bandages.

As Zhang Yu pressed onward, ignoring the warnings, threads of divine energy seeped into the air, coalescing into massive hands that reached for him.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Each divine hand shattered under Zhang Yu’s raw force—but the red warnings above him only grew brighter.

“Violent resistance to lawful authority detected! Violent resistance to lawful authority detected!”

Watching this, Da Zhuan smiled faintly and immediately launched his second technique: Crime of Infringement.

With a calm chuckle, he said, “Zhang Yu, you’ve already fallen into the net I’ve woven—you’ve stepped into my domain of battle.”

As waves of infringement data flooded toward Zhang Yu, his criminal status escalated further. The characters “True Lord Zhu Yi” above his head darkened to a deeper red—and silently, a crimson star appeared beside them.

Zhang Pianpian warned: *According to the Divine Network’s judgment, you’re now a one-star criminal.*

At once, Zhang Yu felt the ambient spiritual energy thicken, growing sluggish and difficult to absorb.

Pressure mounted in the atmosphere. Gusts of wind solidified into tangible shockwaves, crashing down from the heavens toward him.

Amid crackling detonations, the earth beneath Zhang Yu cratered under the bombardment’s aftershocks.

Yet Zhang Yu charged forward, undeterred.

Charges piled up: fleeing justice, resisting arrest, environmental destruction, severe infringement…

With each added accusation, his criminal rating surged—from one star, to two, then three.

And the Divine Network’s assaults grew ever more terrifying.

Dozens—hundreds—of water tornadoes descended from the sky, each composed of tens of thousands of high-velocity water blades slicing toward him at dozens of times the speed of sound.

Above, clouds of sand erupted skyward; every grain became a meteor, a flying sword, trailing blinding fire as it tore through the air and slammed into Zhang Yu’s body.

In that moment, every element of heaven and earth seemed weaponized—guided by the Divine Network, they converged upon Zhang Yu as a cataclysmic force of nature.

With a thunderous boom, Zhang Yu surged forward through the onslaught.

He was now 120 kilometers from the Sword-Slaying True Lord.

Observing this, Da Zhuan mused inwardly: “The Divine Network’s attacks are precisely calibrated to the target.”

“It accesses vast Spirit Realm data on the cultivator—assessing their strength, combat style, and baseline intelligence…”

Even as Da Zhuan pondered, the Divine Network unleashed its next wave.

A rapid series of explosive cracks erupted across Zhang Yu’s body. At first, they merely left shallow cuts—but as the Network intensified its assault, bursts of blood mist began spraying from his flesh.

With every step forward, his skin and muscle tore apart at a visibly accelerating rate.

The Great College True Lord sneered inwardly: “According to the data, the Divine Power Network can devise varying attack patterns, continuously escalating their intensity—even adapting its assault to exploit weaknesses.”

“No matter how powerful you are, the Divine Power Network will always summon a force just strong enough to crush you utterly.”

“This is true unrelenting annihilation—undefeated until the end, the very essence of celestial calamity.”

Of course, given the Great College True Lord’s skill with talismans, the strongest calamitous strike he could channel through the Divine Power Network still fell short of Nascent Soul-level might. Yet in his eyes, it was more than sufficient to deal with Zhang Yu.

In the next instant, Zhang Yu let out a thunderous roar. As he charged forward, the earth beneath his feet trembled violently. The 40th-tier Sumeru Mountain King Scripture flared into action, instantly dispersing every blow he received outward, while his wounds began slowly mending themselves.

But immediately afterward, the Divine Power Network escalated its assault once more. A torrent of water blades, countless as stars, surged from the heavens like an inverted river of the sky, crashing toward Zhang Yu with world-scouring fury.

Watching Zhang Yu vanish beneath the overwhelming onslaught, the Great College True Lord chuckled coldly within: “Thousands upon thousands of tons of matter striking you every second—no matter how potent your spatial arts, can you possibly contain it all?”

“Even if your cultivation runs deep, can you withstand the boundless might of heaven and earth?”

Just as the Great College True Lord thought this, a dragon’s roar erupted from within Zhang Yu.

A colossal dragon burst forth from his body, shielding him from the deluge of attacks.

Yet the moment that dragon intercepted the storm of blades, its form exploded into clouds of crimson mist—gravely wounded already.

But as this true avatar, shaped as a dragon, suffered its injuries, Zhang Yu’s fleshly divine ability—Formless Free Body—spun furiously, allowing him to adapt rapidly to the assault.

Thus, when the grievously wounded dragon retreated back into his body, and the next wave of water blades struck Zhang Yu’s skin, they merely detonated with sharp cracks—leaving not a single mark behind.

As if sensing this shift, the Divine Power Network intensified its assault yet again.

Wind cannons, tornadoes of water blades, sandstorm-forged flying swords, colossal hands of divine power, heavenly fire raining down… One cataclysm after another crashed upon him, each wave growing stronger under the network’s relentless adjustments.

Amidst trembling earth, dragons, ox-demons, giant apes—one monstrous beast after another erupted from Zhang Yu’s body, intercepting wave upon wave of celestial disasters before retreating back inside.

And Zhang Yu’s body, battered again and again, regenerated just as swiftly, pressing ever onward!

Even pitted against heaven and earth themselves, nothing seemed capable of halting his advance.

When he stood just ninety kilometers from True Lord Zhanxian, Zhang Yu was wreathed in wind and flame, torrents surging around him, frost sweeping outward—a succession of lethal calamities transforming the space for thousands of meters around him into a zone of absolute death.

Witnessing this, the Great College True Lord stepped backward, disbelief flickering across his face.

“Fine! Let’s see how long you can hold on!”

His fingertips danced as he finally completed the new accusation he’d been weaving for some time.

“Tax evasion!”

Boom! The name above Zhang Yu’s head blazed crimson, and the star count behind him surged abruptly to four.

A terrifying pressure descended from the heavens, so oppressive that even the distant Great College True Lord felt breathless.

Dense clusters of warning notifications materialized instantly, ordering all unrelated personnel to evacuate immediately.

In the sky, blinding radiance erupted—the sunlight of a thousand li converged into a single point, then plummeted toward Zhang Yu like a falling star.

One by one, monstrous silhouettes swelled outward, throwing themselves before Zhang Yu.

The dragon became a fireball crashing to earth; the roc’s body blackened as it staggered backward; the ox-demon roared wildly, already seared beyond recognition…

With each beast’s sacrifice, Zhang Yu’s adaptability soared higher. At last, he caught the descending starlight in his bare hand—and with a world-shattering explosion, his figure vanished entirely within the blast.

But in the next moment, even more fiery lights ignited across the heavens, locking onto Zhang Yu’s location.

A warning flashed before his eyes:

True Lord Zhuyi, halt at once and submit to investigation.

Zhang Yu did not stop. With a single stride, he left a long, lingering afterimage across the land.

Watching that figure emerge from the inferno, the Great College True Lord could no longer conceal his shock: “Impossible! He even endured tax evasion?”

At that moment, Zhang Yu stood eighty-eight kilometers from True Lord Zhanxian.

Faced with Zhang Yu’s imminent arrival, the Great College True Lord retreated.

Whether awed by Zhang Yu’s unstoppable fighting spirit or terrified by the calamities swirling around him, he instinctively stepped aside, clearing Zhang Yu’s path.

But just as a flicker of resentment stirred in his heart, a furious bellow split the air—and a figure charged straight at Zhang Yu.

“Zhuyi!!”

It was True Lord Tuntian, recently resurrected, now unleashing the Threefold Earth-and-Wood Scripture, dragging a storm of meteoric fire in his wake.

Hundreds of illusory and real avatars mingled among the chaos, launching a whirlwind of martial techniques in a coordinated kill-zone assault.

His last defeat at Zhang Yu’s hands had left True Lord Tuntian burning with indignation.

In his view, he’d clearly held the upper hand in their previous clash—Zhang Yu had only won through petty tricks like scattering red envelopes and calling for distant reinforcements.

Now, however, True Lord Tuntian had resolved never again to pick up Zhang Yu’s envelopes, and the Ten Great Academies would find it nearly impossible to offer remote aid…

“Today! I will slay you!”

But with each step Zhang Yu took forward, True Lord Tuntian’s avatars were swallowed by calamity.

He suddenly felt as though each of his avatars had been struck by the wrath of heaven itself.

Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!

One after another, his avatars shattered under the relentless barrage of disasters.

True Lord Tuntian’s heart jolted: “How can these calamities be this powerful?”

He’d observed Zhang Yu repeatedly weathering the attacks with ease and assumed the threat was manageable—but he hadn’t realized that with each escalation, the Divine Power Network had pushed the surrounding calamities to terrifying new heights.

Feeling half his avatars annihilated in the blink of an eye, True Lord Tuntian roared in fury and began retreating frantically.

Yet the calamities followed Zhang Yu’s every step.

Rage boiling over, True Lord Tuntian bellowed commands, driving his avatars to unleash their full power against the onslaught—but they were obliterated one by one in mere moments.

Eyes wide with horror, he watched Zhang Yu draw ever closer, sensing the calamity’s intensity surge with every passing second. Danger thickened in every inch of space around him.

He felt like a shallow-water fish being dragged deeper and deeper into the abyss—pressure mounting, crushing his mind, mangling his body, tearing his flesh, snapping his bones.

Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!

His body was shredded by sandstorms, incinerated by heavenly fire, compressed by atmospheric force…

Faced with such terror, True Lord Tuntian could do nothing but retreat—again, and again, and again!

BOOM!

The instant Zhang Yu passed by him, True Lord Tuntian was pulverized into dust by the overwhelming force of heaven and earth, vanishing without a trace.

On the battlefield, the Great College True Lord wasn’t the only one who witnessed this.

Seeing Zhang Yu press onward, still cloaked in apocalyptic calamity, someone immediately shouted in the battle coordination channel: “Great College True Lord! Stop him now!”

“Cease the Divine Power Network’s assault!”

“At this rate, you’re forcing all of us to compete with him in defensive endurance!”

The Great College True Lord had already realized this himself. In fact, during the brief span in which True Lord Tuntian was literally “walked” to death by Zhang Yu, he’d been desperately trying to halt the Divine Power Network’s attacks.

But after repeated attempts, he discovered—to his utter shock—

“It won’t stop!” cried the Great College True Lord. “Why won’t it stop?”

Worse still, not only could he not halt it—the network’s assault kept intensifying, and Zhang Yu’s list of crimes continued growing, teetering on the edge of breaking past four stars and surging toward five.

At that moment, Zhang Yu stood sixty-five kilometers from True Lord Zhanxian.

True Lords Liangyan and Liubao stepped forward together, blocking his path.

Liangyan True Lord, famed livestreamer of the Dark Spirit Realm and ardent proponent of the “Ten-Academy Collapse Theory,” had kept his broadcast running for most of the battle.

The moment Zhang Yu began his charge, Liangyan True Lord had started commentating live—offering analysis even as the spectacle unfolded.

"The grand scheme is already set. For Zhang Yu to come here now is nothing short of walking into his own grave."

"Look at him, he has already been targeted by Perfected Lord Dazhuan."

"The Divine Power Network has initiated its automatic assault. Zhang Yu will not hold out for much longer."

"He is finished. Even Perfected Lord Tuntian could not withstand it, so how long can he possibly endure?"

"His dharmic power and vital energy must be severely depleted. Death is merely a matter of time..."

Amidst the commentary of Perfected Lord Liangyan, although Zhang Yu continued his forward advance, he was visibly falling into a disadvantage, the signs of his defeat already manifest.

Regarding this live-streamed assessment, countless spectators agreed entirely, placed their absolute faith in this Nascent Soul Perfected Lord from the Department of Finance at the Heavenly Demon University.

Meanwhile, Perfected Lord Liangyan's Incantation of Myriad Karmas and Rights-and-Wrongs had quietly been unleashed, and as he smeared, attacked, and exposed secrets... waves of curse power surged forth, coiling around Zhang Yu ahead, weakening the efficiency of Zhang Yu's vital energy and dharmic power circulation, while diminishing his physical resilience...

As long as he continuously maintained the Incantation of Myriad Karmas and Rights-and-Wrongs, and guided more and more people to believe in his denunciations—thereby gathering an increasing amount of destiny onto this side—Perfected Lord Liangyan could perpetually weaken his opponent, to the point where public clamor could melt even metal, directly stripping away the opponent's cultivation technique levels.

Just as Perfected Lord Liangyan unfolded his offensive, Perfected Lord Liubao, standing beside him, also spoke: "Indeed, indeed. Look at how Zhang Yu's movements grow slower and slower, his actions increasingly difficult. He is clearly at the very end of his tether..."

Back when the Auspicious God had invited the three Perfected Lords, including Perfected Lord Taihao, to deal with Bai Zhenzhen, he had also extended an invitation to Perfected Lord Liubao.

However, at that time, this Perfected Lord claimed he did not invest in junk stocks, did not play with junk coins, and did not engage in infiltration warfare. No matter how the Auspicious God appealed to his emotions and reason, Perfected Lord Liubao had refused to participate in the operation.

Seeing the subsequent fate of Taihao and the other two made Perfected Lord Liubao rejoice in his decision.

And at this very moment, the Righteous Qi Alliance held the absolute upper hand. In Perfected Lord Liubao's eyes, victory was already guaranteed, and it was impossible for Zhang Yu alone to alter the grand trend, so he naturally struck without the slightest hesitation.

As Perfected Lord Liubao spoke, accompanied by his various criticisms of Zhang Yu, strands of curse power were similarly brought forth, surging toward Zhang Yu's position.

Perfected Lord Liubao had not cultivated the Incantation of Myriad Karmas and Rights-and-Wrongs, but the supreme art he had bitterly practiced for many years could aid him in mimicking Daoist arts. At this moment, he was mimicking Perfected Lord Liangyan's technique to inflict curses upon Zhang Yu.

Watching Zhang Yu's advancing speed grow slower and slower, Perfected Lord Liubao thought to himself, 'Can you endure? Then endure until you die.'

In the very next instant, a Nascent Soul abruptly manifested behind Zhang Yu.

Zhang Yu and the Nascent Soul pressed their four palms together, simultaneously unleashing the Celestial Sect cultivation technique: Kunlun within the Palm!

At the same time, under the augmentation of the Nascent Soul's ten great extraordinary meridian combination, Universal Extinction, the range of Kunlun within the Palm expanded explosively.

"It is useless..." Perfected Lord Liubao thought to himself. "We have already seen the range data of your cultivation technique. Though the range of your Kunlun within the Palm is vast, it cannot reach across this distance..."

But in the next moment, Perfected Lord Liubao only felt the world spin before his eyes, as he and Perfected Lord Liangyan were suddenly brought vastly closer to Zhang Yu.

"What?!"

The two looked at this scene in shock, their minds completely failing to comprehend what had just transpired.

Meanwhile, several of Zhang Yu's true clones were hiding underground, positioned precisely between the two Perfected Lords and Zhang Yu.

As these true clones channeled the power of the Celestial Sect cultivation technique, Kunlun within the Palm, they were able to drag the positions of Perfected Lord Liubao and Perfected Lord Liangyan again and again. Through a relay between the clones, they delivered the two great Perfected Lords straight toward Zhang Yu.

After another bout of dizziness, the two Perfected Lords discovered that they were once again much closer to Zhang Yu.

Through a few rapid shifts in the blink of an eye, by the time he and Perfected Lord Liangyan regained their senses, they found themselves standing right upon Zhang Yu's palm.

Amidst frantic rage and terror, the two Nascent Soul Perfected Lords soared into the sky, desperate to break out of the cataclysm's range.

But in the next instant, the crime level above Zhang Yu's head rose once more, surging from four stars to five stars!

Perfected Lord Liubao shrieked in terror, roaring frantically within the combat communication group: "Dazhuan! Turn it the hell off for him!"

Watching this scene unfold, Perfected Lord Dazhuan was struck with dread: "This is the crime of counterfeiting currency."

"Furthermore, it is the large-scale manufacturing and circulation of counterfeit currency, combined with violent resistance against law enforcement and assaulting a true deity..."

Looking at that long list of transgressions, Perfected Lord Dazhuan found it utterly staggering: "I did not add this many crimes to him!"

Boom! The thunderclouds in the sky suddenly convulsed.

Streaks of purple lightning erupted violently, carrying a power capable of destroying heaven and extinguishing earth, ultimately condensing into a pillar of purple light that crashed down.

Facing this terrifying force of heaven and earth, Zhang Yu did not dare to withstand it directly either. Pressing his palms together, he unleashed Kunlun within the Palm alongside the Immortal Space.

In an instant, within a one-meter radius around Zhang Yu, everything transformed into an abyss of darkness, floating above the ground like a black hole.

The purple thunder pillar struck abruptly, continuously pouring into the black hole.

Yet Perfected Lord Liubao and Perfected Lord Liangyan by his side were not so fortunate.

Almost the exact instant the thunder pillar descended, the magical treasures across both their bodies shattered violently. Immediately following that, their entire dharma-skeletons were completely vaporized, and finally, their flesh and blood disintegrated, turning to ash from top to bottom in a matter of mere seconds...

And just as the thunder pillar vanished, the black hole disappeared along with it. Zhang Yu's figure manifested once more, continuing his sprint toward the array eye.

However, the purple lightning in the sky soon lit up again, continuing to rain down devastating power in tandem with Zhang Yu's advance.

When the second thunder pillar fell, Zhang Yu was left with only sixty kilometers of distance from Perfected Lord Zhanxian.

Then, as the third, the fourth... all the way until the fifth purple thunder crashed down, Zhang Yu had already advanced to a position a mere thirty-eight kilometers away from Perfected Lord Zhanxian!

Someone shouted within the combat group: "The darkness he uses to block the lightning is growing fainter each time! Is his cultivation power about to be completely exhausted?!"

"No..." Perfected Lord Dazhuan said bitterly. "He is about to adapt to it."

Perfected Lord Dazhuan had been pursuing Zhang Yu from behind all this time, and through sustained observation, he had gradually discerned many intricacies.

He spoke in a hoarse voice: "Zhang Yu can adapt to attacks, increasing his resistance against similar forms of assault. Therefore, he only employs spatial power to defend when facing an attack that exceeds his limits."

"Just now, bit by bit, he has been allowing more residual lightning strikes to land upon his own body."

"As the lightning strikes he devours with his spatial ability grow fewer and fewer, it signifies that he is adapting more and more to the lightning strikes, gradually on the verge of... overcoming this attack entirely."

The ninth thunder pillar fell. This time, there was no black hole, no spatial distortion, and the pillar of lightning completely swallowed Zhang Yu's form.

Yet to everyone's shocked gazes, when the thunder pillar dissipated and Zhang Yu's silhouette emerged once more, although his body was entirely covered in scorch marks and burns, and even upturned wounds were writhing.

Within his body, unseen by anyone, several of Zhang Yu's organs were being frozen one by one by the Profound Cold Dharma-Meridians, accelerating his self-healing.

This was the most severe injury Zhang Yu had sustained since the commencement of the battle.

However, looking at those gradually mending wounds, everyone understood that Perfected Lord Dazhuan was entirely correct...

Perfected Lord Dazhuan's heart trembled with shock: 'He has already adapted to this wave of offensive.'

Unwittingly, the pace of Perfected Lord Dazhuan's pursuit of Zhang Yu grew slower and slower, falling further and further behind him.

And at this moment, Zhang Yu was only thirty kilometers away from Perfected Lord Zhanxian.

(End of Chapter)