Chapter 1732 - 1733: Adou's Fury
Boom!
In the distant sky, a thunderous roar suddenly erupted, shaking the entire Spirit Mountain violently.
The serene and sacred Jile World seemed to have undergone a massive earthquake.
The Great Heroic Hall behind Yang Fei also shook thunderously, as if it could collapse at any moment.
Yang Fei was startled, and the lotus flower in his hand seemed to have taken root, completely immovable, with flashes of light and shadow dancing on the beautiful petals.
With the arrow ready, it had to be fired; Yang Fei steeled his resolve, activating Elephant Extreme, using all his Dragon Elephant Strength, pulling once more.
Rumble!
Once again, a thunderous roar, the entire Spirit Mountain shook violently, and on the wilderness in the distance, millions of Bodhi Trees swayed intensely.
In the void of the Jile World, light and shadow scattered chaotically, and space revealed dark cracks.
With a crashing sound, the Great Heroic Hall was on the brink of collapse, all the bricks and walls wobbled unsteadily.
The lotus flower in Yang Fei's hand still did not move an inch.
Yang Fei was utterly shocked; with his strength, it wasn't just a lotus flower—he could break steel bars.
Yet, the lotus flower in his hand remained motionless.
At this moment, Yang Fei's stubbornness surged; Extreme Tiger's persistence and brute force erupted entirely.
He let out a long howl, turning Nine Extremes inside him, exerting all his life's strength, and pulled fiercely upward.
Boom, boom boom boom!
Behind Yang Fei, the Great Heroic Hall collapsed forward with a thunderous roar.
Countless bricks and tiles formed a rolling landslide, pressing down on Yang Fei's head like a mountain.
The lotus flowers in Yang Fei's hand, nine merged together, formed a Lotus Platform, and were now pulled out by Yang Fei, their buds swaying vividly.
At this moment, Yang Fei had no time to look closely, stuffed the Nine-Rank Lotus into his arms, and fled down Spirit Mountain.
His Extreme Tiger activated, moving like the wind, and in an instant, had already dashed several hundred meters, yet still not escaping the collapse zone of the Great Thunderclap Temple.
A giant shadow seemed about to cover Yang Fei.
Yang Fei jumped high, his whole body like a kite with a broken string, leaping down from the highest steps of Spirit Mountain.
At this moment, if he didn't jump down, he would be crushed by the collapsing Great Thunderclap Temple; jumping was his only chance for survival.
Yang Fei soared like a meteor towards the earth.
Yang Fei's heart almost leapt out of his chest.
He drew the Heavy Sword of the Destroyed Army from his waist, with a hum, and with all his Essence Qi, thrust it toward the cliffside of Spirit Mountain.
Clang!
The Heavy Sword of the Destroyed Army pierced deep into the cliff, suspending Yang Fei above it.
The bricks and stones from the Great Thunderclap Temple, like a mountain, pressed down, forming a rolling landslide and pouring down.
Thankfully, the inclined cliff above Yang Fei helped block most of the massive bricks and stones.
However, countless bricks and stones still struck Yang Fei's body.
At this critical moment, with no place to hide, Yang Fei had to use Turtle Shell to withstand the impact of the stones, while dodging his head to avoid serious injury.
On the mountainside of Spirit Mountain, a human figure rushed up swiftly, leaving trails of illusion in the air.
He dodged countless bricks and stones, heading straight for Yang Fei.
"Hand over the Nine-Rank Lotus!"
The person leaped up, his face full of a sinister smile, it was Zeus.
He struck his palm towards Yang Fei's suspended body, with a sound like thunder, unstoppable as the heavens.
Yang Fei's eyes narrowed; this blow was extraordinary. Not to mention in his current predicament, even under normal circumstances, it would be difficult to withstand.
Yang Fei's mind activated, quickly summoning the Dragon Battle Arena, the invisible space descended silently.
Zeus's palm strike, suddenly Yang Fei's figure vanished, and he inexplicably arrived in a strange space, startled.
Zeus found himself still standing atop Spirit Mountain, yet the heavens above had turned a blood-red color.
In the sky, currents swirled, like a giant single eye.
Meanwhile, a strange Evil God Statue stood atop Spirit Mountain.
Its four faces expressed different emotions, but at this moment, harbored a hint of fear.
Zeus pushed his golden-rimmed glasses up and coldly sneered.
"Didn't expect this kid to have such a treasure hidden."
"A mere confining space can't trap me; keep dreaming!"
Zeus said, striding towards the Evil God, a massive energy flow in his palm, flashing with electric light, elusive.
On the cliff of Spirit Mountain, Zeus had inexplicably vanished.
Yang Fei eyed the landing spot, drew out the Heavy Sword, his body fell directly toward a protruding boulder on the cliff.
Rumble!
From the depths of Spirit Mountain, a tremendous rumbling sound erupted.
Yang Fei had just steadied himself when he noticed a crack forming down the center of Spirit Mountain.
The mountain peaks on both sides slowly collapsed outward, forming an unfathomable ravine.
"Damn, Spirit Mountain is going to collapse too? This is absolutely lethal."
Yang Fei cursed, swiftly sprinting down one side of Spirit Mountain.
He knew well, the Dragon Battle Arena although marvelous, couldn't possibly confine Zeus.
Before he realized it, Yang Fei must immediately leave this place.
Barely sprinting two or three hundred zhang, he heard An Zichen's voice.
"Yang Fei, Yang Fei, I'm here!"
On one side of Spirit Mountain, the rocks cascaded like torrential rain, pelting down fiercely.
An Zichen, in a long white dress, dodged amidst the rocks, and shouted loudly to Yang Fei.
"Zi Chen, don't be afraid, run quickly!"
Yang Fei shouted, gesturing for An Zichen to quickly descend the mountain.
He continued running, suddenly his body trembled, within the Dragon Battle Arena, Evil God Adou screamed.
"Master save me, this bastard wants to destroy my Dragon Battle Arena, I can't take it."
Simultaneously, the long-vanished Dragon Battle Arena appeared in Yang Fei's hand.
The square Dragon Battle Arena seemed to possess spirituality, constantly distorting and changing.
"Ahh, Master, Adou can no longer accompany you, I'm going to perish with him!"
Yang Fei and Evil God Adou, despite mutual deceits and traps over time, still managed to form a shred of camaraderie between master and servant.
Listening to Adou's cries, Yang Fei felt deeply guilty.
"Adou, I've wronged you!"
"Master, farewell! In my heart, you will always be the greatest."
...
Just as Yang Fei finished speaking, he heard a cracking sound from the Dragon Battle Arena and the surrounding space twisted.
Boom!
The next second, the square Dragon Battle Arena seemed to explode with potent explosives, erupting in bright yellow flames.
Yang Fei's hand felt like being scorched by a branding iron, painfully piercing.
His hand quivered, and the entire Dragon Battle Arena shot down like a meteor into Spirit Mountain's cracked earth.
The entire Spirit Mountain collapsed with a thunderous roar, Yang Fei and An Zichen were swept down, beyond their control.
In the instant their bodies were airborne, Yang Fei darted sideways, crossing more than thirty meters, and wrapped An Zichen in his embrace.
Countless bricks and stones rolled down, immediately burying them under the mountain.