Chapter 771 - 771: 722 Life and Death 1

Amidst the tremendous sound of vibration, Zhang Rongfang's giant hand grasped Long, but it was as if he caught a phantom.

The space in his palm was rippling with distortion due to the massive high-density force, twisting Long's body along with it.

But all this was to no avail.

All the forces were unable to touch him.

'Is this not a space technique!!?' For a fleeting moment, a realization flashed through Zhang Rongfang's mind.

All along, he thought Long mastered more advanced space techniques than Bala, but at this moment, even with the strongest force shaking the structure of space, it still had no effect on the opponent.

He couldn't believe the gap between Long and him was this vast. Otherwise, the opponent could easily crush him with a finger without any conversation.

Why he still couldn't touch the opponent, the most likely reason was that the path he pursued was completely wrong!

Colorful light burst from Zhang Rongfang's tightly clenched hand, radiating densely in all directions.

Long was still suspended in mid-air, with no change in position.

"You don't understand at all, I can kill you completely whenever I want...." His tone was extremely calm, as if he was just stating an undeniable fact.

By now, Zhang Rongfang was fed up with exchanging words. He continuously punched towards Long's position.

The power of several bloodlines wrapped around his body, making the surroundings alternately warm, icy, chilling, and dusty.

Countless energies surged, tearing and exploding, trying to disturb the always calm Long with this chaotic high-energy environment.

"Ignorant...." Long showed a hint of boredom on his face.

He raised his sword.

"The Atomic Sequence Sword Nine is just a common move I use, now it seems ineffective against you.

The innate ability of infinite regeneration is indeed impressive, but that doesn't mean it's invincible.

There are many methods to resolve such a mode."

"Then you can try!" Zhang Rongfang punched hundreds of times but couldn't touch the opponent.

He simply retreated thousands of meters, his wings vibrating behind him.

Sizzle sizzle sizzle!!

In an instant, countless pale arms extended rapidly, weaving a massive sphere in mid-air.

Inside the sphere, a faint gray vortex suddenly opened.

That's.... the Ghost Realm!!

Over the years, Zhang Rongfang has not been idle, his Ghost Realm continuously absorbed dead souls.

Although many souls were tainted with the Decaying World's aura and couldn't be absorbed, there were many extremely pure souls.

Relying on these pure souls, his Ghost Realm has expanded to a size equivalent to a small half of Yuan City.

And within this space, it is filled with a large number of souls he continuously gathered over these more than ten years.

These souls, nourished by the Ghost Realm, are now much stronger than they initially were.

Souls are the consciousness lost from their flesh.

They should perish like dying candles, or vanish into the white pupils. But the Ghost Realm gave them new vitality, a new energy source.

At this moment.

The immense white sphere in front of Zhang Rongfang faintly exuded intense spiritual consciousness waves.

His Ghost Realm was about to fully unleash.

But unfortunately, Long did not wait for him to release the move; he wasn't a fool from stories who waits for the opponent to complete their entire technique.

Just as Zhang Rongfang released his Ghost Realm.

A golden character lit up on the longsword raised by Long.

"Atomic Sequence Sword Nine."

Long's mouth curled into a peculiar smile, seemingly one of regret, yet also of satisfaction.

"Destructive Wind."

Swish!

The longsword, engraved with golden characters, slashed downward, leaving a blinding golden sword mark in mid-air.

"What you rely on is nothing more than your flesh scattered all over the planet, capable of regenerating at any time.

If that's the case, then I will completely eradicate your consciousness within all your flesh."

Long smiled.

"As long as there is life, there inevitably exists a consciousness and a desire for life. My next move will utterly pursue this consciousness, and destroy it...."

At this moment, the Ghost Realm had almost completely unfolded.

Streams of gray air flowed out from the Ghost Realm, pouring towards this side.

However, no matter how much gray air surged forward, the golden sword mark remained suspended in the air, undiminished.

"Farewell, Blood King...." Long's hand trembled slightly with the longsword.

Buzz!!

Instantly, the golden sword mark shattered, transforming into countless golden particles, dispersing in all directions.

But before they could fly far, the golden particles collided with the gray soul wind of the Ghost Realm.

In just a moment, all the gray soul wind disintegrated upon contact, melting away swiftly like snow under the scorching sun.

A large number of golden light spots continued to subdivide, becoming more refined golden dust.

The newly divided golden dust further shattered, subdividing layer by layer.

Until, reaching molecular size, it still did not cease.

All the golden molecules fragmented further into smaller atoms.

Each golden molecule was composed of more than a dozen tiny atoms.

These atoms were of three types.

One type was diamond-like transparent with a faint gold hue.

Another resembled a pomegranate, mostly irregularly round, with a mix of dark red and gold.

The last kind... if anyone could see such a level of individual with the naked eye, they would be shocked to discover.

This last type of composing atoms actually looks exactly like Long's faceless head.

It appears as though multiple heads of Long are stacked together to form a bizarre structure.

The instant these three unknown atoms decompose, they burst forth with a brilliance like that of the aurora.

This tremendous explosive force drives the atoms along a specially calculated trajectory, unleashing sharp, piercing sword lights that sweep over everything around them.

To wield atoms as a sword, this is the Atomic Sequence Sword!

Zhang Rongfang was unaware of how the microscopic world developed or changed; from the external world, he could only see.

A dazzling expanse of thin golden sand, which seemed harmless and beautiful, swiftly swept toward him.

Unstoppable, unavoidable.

In an instant, the sandy wind covered everything within sight.

From the beginning, the golden sword marks turned into sand, which then turned into finer dust and ash.

This series of decomposition, like a chemical reaction, was completed within a millisecond, one-thousandth of a second.

In a millisecond, even with Zhang Rongfang's current state, there was little he could do or flee far.

By the time the golden dust brushed against him, it was already too late.

His massive body of ten thousand meters, along with the ghostly sphere condensed behind him, at this moment, seemed to come to a complete halt, utterly silent.

"Farewell, Blood King," Long softly spoke.

Shhhh....

There was no wind blowing, but Zhang Rongfang's enormous body seemed to disintegrate into countless dust particles, scattering as if carried by the wind.

Just like when he was initially defeated by Long.

It all seemed to replay once more.

No matter what kind of power, under atomic-level swordsmanship, proved fruitless.

Genetic collapse, various powers were dismantled as the atomic sword found weaknesses on the minutest levels.

Only the pure mental consciousness force of the ghost realm was spared.

But spirit awareness alone could not affect Long.

The golden dust spread rapidly, entering the atmosphere, with its concentration rapidly thinning.

They drew countless golden lines in the sky, centering on Long's location, blooming like a vast flower on the planet's surface, beautiful and resplendent.

This golden flower stayed suspended in mid-air, continuously releasing pollen from its core, dispersing across the planet.

Countless cells of Zhang Rongfang's blood lineage were slashed and lifeless.

In the major Blood Alliance cities, the dark red blood curtain, the black celestial dome, all under the sweep of the golden sand, gradually lost color and thinned out.

"It's over. No matter how you regenerate, I can destroy you again at any time. Until you lose all strength, unable to move."

This time, Long was truly serious.

The Atomic Sequence Sword embodies his ultimate culmination of countless years of diligent practice and research, more potent and comprehensive than the Molecular Sword of Absolute Destruction.

But wielding such terrifying swordsmanship comes at a cost even for him. With his energy reserves, the nine Atomic Sequence Swords, he can only manage three moves consecutively.

The Spirit Eye Race's strongest physical body, while powerful, still couldn't support him in completely utilizing all his strength.

'In the end, the energy on this planet is too weak, compared to White Pupil, it's like a drop in the ocean, insignificant. If only I could return to White Pupil...' Long gazed at the endless golden sand and couldn't help but recall his years in White Pupil.

The longing for his homeland grew stronger.

He was increasingly eager to return to White Pupil.

Roar!!

In the distance came a deafening furious roar.

A Zhang Rongfang quickly grew and expanded again, appearing on the ground thousands of kilometers away.

His body rapidly enlarged, reaching the final form in an instant, and his massive body of over ten thousand meters caused terrifying earthquakes just by stepping down.

The upper half of his torso pierced through the cloudy sea, exposed under the sky's light, but the intense sunlight and radiation contamination instead served as energy replenishment for Zhang Rongfang.

His physical strength was rapidly recovering. It would take just two seconds to return to his peak state.

But unfortunately... Long had truly developed a killing intent this time. Even a mere two seconds was not given to him.

Just as he straightened up, Zhang Rongfang felt the golden sand wind brush against his face.

Then, his body began to uncontrollably turn into dust, dissipating once more.

If not for the few footprints he left on the ground, some might have thought Zhang Rongfang's appearance was a mere illusion.

Moreover, across the entire Black Sand Continent, all the blood drapes, all dispersed Zhang Rongfang flesh, began to rise and grow one after another, constantly forming more Zhang Rongfangs.

But these Zhang Rongfangs hadn't even absorbed the energy nutrients to grow stronger when they were destroyed by the same golden sand that fell from the atmosphere.

At this point, the group from the stars couldn't see any of the battle scenes at all.

Only the star shadow floating in Ra's hand could barely observe Zhang Rongfang and Long's fight.

On the planet's surface, various blood spots of different sizes continually emerged and grew.

But soon, countless golden sands swept over like the wind, eradicating those blood marks completely.

Once, five times, ten times, dozens, hundreds of times.

Time continued to pass.

And this stalemate persisted throughout.

Blood Alliance cities, one after another, saw their colors fade, and the Zhang Rongfang genes inside the bloodlines similarly fell prey to the destruction by the golden sands.

Countless golden sands, like pollen, gradually covered the entire planetary atmosphere.

As soon as any bloodline cells or viruses slightly revealed themselves, the golden sands rushed towards them, obliterating everything.

"Such slaughter... is terrifying..."

Ra had never thought Long's power would be so immense, nor that Blood King Zhang Rongfang's vitality so astonishing.

Both of these individuals had already reached the peak of their respective domains.