Negative Energy Transfer: System Domination

Chapter 818

"How could Li Heizi's body be so incredible? He could actually withstand the golden-attributed spells of a late-stage God King, as if he were a deity descending from the heavens!"

In the Demon Clan's camp, a young Demon Clan warrior had his eyes wide open, his eye sockets about to burst, his face filled with extreme shock, and his voice became sharp and trembling due to excessive astonishment.

"We've never heard of or seen such a physique as this! Could it be that he has inherited the legacy of the ancient demon gods and cultivated the long-lost, peerless body-refining scriptures?"

Another veteran soldier from the Demon God Clan also had a look of shock on his face, with beads of sweat the size of beans rolling down his forehead. His eyes were full of awe and respect for Han Changkong, as if he was looking at an invincible god.

"Look, Commander Li is not only unharmed, but he seems to be about to unleash a killer move that will definitely turn the tide!"

Han Changkong suddenly looked up to the sky and let out a long roar, the sound rolling, as if real sound waves were surging and spreading across the battlefield.

His body suddenly rose up, like a burning meteor streaking across the sky, or like an awakened ancient beast breaking free from its shackles. He raised his right fist high, and in an instant, the golden rule power surged along his arm like a surging golden sea, instantly wrapping his fist into a huge golden iron fist as big as a house.

On the iron fist, runes flickered and shone brightly, as if engraved with the oldest and most powerful secrets of the golden law in the world. The space around it showed terrifying signs of crazy distortion like a vortex because of the overly powerful force, as if an independent space leading to the world of golden rules was about to be opened up.

Han Changkong, with an invincible momentum of moving forward and destroying everything, punched Xuantian Jin fiercely.

This punch seemed to have condensed the power of heaven and earth and gathered the strength of the stars. The wind from the fist whistled like a real black storm, completely displacing the air in front and forming a vacuum channel that was hundreds of feet long and dozens of feet wide. In the channel, space fragments flickered, like a broken mirror flashing a strange cold light in the darkness.

When Xuan Tianjin saw this, his face changed suddenly, as if he had seen the end of the world coming.

He hurriedly crossed his hands in front of his chest, and light burst out from his palms. The two golden swords instantly merged and transformed into a huge golden shield as big as a hill.

The shield was covered with dense runes and glowing light, as if forming an independent defensive world. Each rune was flashing with mysterious power fluctuations, which was obviously the strongest defensive method he had used with all his strength.

'boom! ’

With a deafening roar that sounded like the beginning of the universe, Han Changkong's iron fist slammed heavily on the golden shield.

In an instant, a powerful energy ripple that seemed to be able to destroy the world spread out wildly in all directions with the impact point as the center, like a surging and indestructible cosmic tsunami.

Wherever this energy ripple passed, the ground became like fragile paper, and huge waves of earth and rocks that were hundreds of feet high and several miles wide were lifted up. In the waves, huge rocks rolled, as if ancient beasts were roaring and struggling.

Some weaker monks who were close to each other in the two camps were hit by the aftermath and fell like leaves in the wind. They staggered to and fro, spitting blood, and their bodies flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, falling heavily to the ground several miles away, and their life or death was unknown.

"This Li Heizi was actually able to fight Xuantian Jin head-on and still gain the upper hand? This kind of strength is simply incredible!"

In the Protoss camp, Xuan Tiangang's face was filled with astonishment, his mouth opened wide enough to fit a fist, and his eyes were full of disbelief, as if he had seen this absurd scene in a dream.

"Sir, who exactly is this Li Heizi? How could his power be so terrifying? Could he be the demonic overlord who descended from the legendary world of chaos?"

A Protoss soldier was trembling with fear, his legs were weak and he could barely stand, his voice trembling like a candle in the cold wind.

Xuan Tiangang frowned, as if two mountains were squeezed together. He did not answer, but just stared at the two people on the battlefield, his eyes full of worry, anger and deep fear.

After Han Changkong succeeded in his attack, his offensive became more and more fierce, as if the surging tide would never stop, or like a violent hurricane sweeping across the world.

He continued to swing his golden iron fist. Every punch he threw was like a golden sun rising and falling on the battlefield. With a tremendous force that could shatter mountains and rivers, he smashed towards Xuantian Jin like a violent storm, cursing loudly:

"Xuan Tianjin, you are such a despicable, treacherous, and cunning villain! How dare you show off your abilities in front of me? Today is the day you die. I will make you pay the most painful price for your actions!"

Under Han Changkong's fierce attack, which was like a surging tide and a violent hurricane, Xuantian Gold gradually became unable to withstand it.

His figure began to retreat continuously, and with each step he left a huge footprint on the ground that was several feet deep and more than ten feet wide. The land around the footprints seemed to have been plowed by a peerless divine weapon, cracking. The cracks spread like a spider web for hundreds of feet, as if the earth was wailing in pain under his feet.

Han Changkong seized the opportunity and suddenly turned his body. With a whip kick, he was like a golden dragon emerging from the sea, or like a huge golden battle axe forged by the power of endless stars, sweeping towards Xuan Tianjin's waist with a whistling sound that could tear the sky apart.

Xuan Tianjin was unable to dodge and was hit hard by the kick. He seemed to be hit by a meteor and flew out like a kite with a broken string, leaving a long trail of blood in the air. He fell heavily to the ground, raising a mushroom cloud of dust.

“Ahem…”

Xuan Tianjin spat out blood from his mouth, and the blood gushed out like a fountain, dyeing the ground in front of him a glaring blood red.

His face was as pale as paper, and his breath was as weak as a candle in the wind. He struggled to get up, but found that his body seemed to be pressed down by an invisible mountain, and his soul seemed to be pulled out, making it difficult for him to move at all.

Han Changkong slowly walked towards Xuantian Jin. Every step he took seemed to ring the death knell, his eyes filled with disdain and contempt.

"Xuantian Jin, do you think you can stand up to me? You're nothing but a clown. Today, I'll show you what it means to overestimate your own abilities, what despair and destruction await!"