Chapter 1342 - Siege of Three Races
Liu Wuxie maintained a steady pace. Though the surrounding spatial pressure couldn't harm him, that didn't mean he felt nothing at all. His true essence burned rapidly through his meridians, the star nodes in his body lit up, and the True Dragon Physique began to circulate on its own.
The abyssal race closed in on him.
"Liu Wuxie, your death has come!" Several powerful abyssal devils hurled their fists at him. They experienced the same spatial suppression, but to a lesser degree than humans do.
Abyssal energy rumbled like a tidal wave, sweeping rocks off the ground toward Liu Wuxie.
"Get lost!" Still immersed in the Great Spatial Mythical Art, Liu Wuxie formed seals and cast the Dragon-Grasping Hand. A dragon claw clenched into a fist in mid-air and unleashed a sweeping tide of dragon aura.
"This Liu Wuxie isn't simple; he can still unleash terrifying strength under spatial and soul suppression," humans watching from afar gasped. They scattered, afraid of the aftershocks.
The punch raised little commotion under the level's suppression; fighting on the seventh level looked like an ordinary brawl, with only faint ripples in the air.
The dragon fist dropped and met the abyssal devil head-on, a shockwave rolling across the ground. The rebound kicked Liu Wuxie back onto a boulder, while the devil flew in the opposite direction.
The other abyssal devils saw it, and their faces turned grim.
"Everyone, together!" the abyssal commander roared. They couldn't let Liu Wuxie advance; if he reached the eighth level, the consequences would be dire.
The demon clan had already drawn close, holding back their aura and keeping to a raw, direct style. One punch cost Liu Wuxie a torrent of true essence. With this suppression, the seventh level was a poor place to fight.
Demonic beasts roared, their breath rank with blood. They burned for vengeance over the dozens Liu Wuxie had slain.