Otherworldly Affairs Office-Chapter 566 - 6 Paths in Silence, 10 Directions Thunder Prison (Requesting Subscription)
A slash of energy, after shattering seventeen consecutive iron walls, abruptly changed its original direction. The energy slash that grazed past Pei Yan whipped up a storm before crashing heavily onto the main peak of Snow Peak Ridge, which had already suffered from prior explosions that collapsed half the mountain. This caused another earth-shattering roar, with shattered rocks propelled into the sky, enveloping two figures within a cloud of dust.
Moments later, the dust settled to the ground. To the south and north, one black and one white figure glared at each other with fierce resentment and venomous eyes, piercing through the debris flying in the air and meeting mid-air—one figure shaken by the brush with death, the other frustrated by their failure to kill the opponent due to excessive exertion.
This guy is indeed formidable, having strengthened to Tier Nine is no small feat. Pei Yan glanced at the collapsed mountain behind with his mechanical eye, silently reflecting, and decided that he must leverage his close combat advantage to prevent Lelajin from deploying such destructive tactics again.
Having decided, Pei Yan hesitated no longer and lunged directly at his opponent. Lelajin furrowed his brows and flew backward, launching several consecutive energy slashes with quick flicks of his fingers. Pei Yan didn't dodge; instead, he swung his fists, blue light flashing brightly. With the ability to manipulate iron, he condensed shells at incredible speed, swinging his fists to unleash full-powered electromagnetic cannons. Energy slashes and shells collided in mid-air, the valley roaring with thunder and explosions once again.
"Hah!" Enduring the weakened energy slashes' raging winds, Pei Yan charged at Lelajin, roaring and delivering a full-force punch to his opponent's chest.
"Vaporize!" Lelajin, knowing he was powerless, whispered softly. His body disintegrated into black mist, allowing Pei Yan's fist to pass through.
Knowing that Lelajin would take this action, Pei Yan immediately uttered the word "liquid nitrogen," causing white vapor to pour out from every corner of his body and instantly interweave with the surrounding dark mist.
Lelajin, not one of those low-ranked demons, wouldn't easily be defeated by sub-zero temperatures. Having suffered once, he reacted the moment he saw the white vapor emerging, quickly shooting away and condensing, simultaneously unleashing a large amount of demonic Qi to envelop Pei Yan.
Looking down at his mechanical exoskeleton, rapidly corroded with silver brilliance turning mottled, a voice suddenly echoed in Pei Yan's mind: "It's about time to finish playing."
"Ah!" Pei Yan responded casually, darting out of the black mist, reaching out a large hand to grab Lelajin's throat, and spoke in a deep voice, "The Six Paths Silent!" 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂
Lelajin, who had been preparing to vaporize to escape again, suddenly noticed a small opening appearing on the right side of Pei Yan's mask. He saw Pei Yan's strange right eye, hidden under the mask, half black, half white with a Tai Chi Map within. At this glance, his whole body's primordial Qi suddenly stifled, stopping its circulation. The vaporizing body also abruptly halted, being easily grasped at a critical spot by Pei Yan.
Lelajin fearfully gazed at Pei Yan, who was gripping his throat. Despite Pei Yan's might not threatening his life at the moment, his inner fear far exceeded that during the plasma cannon and TNT bombardment—one of great stature amongst higher-ranking demon race, empowered by planar absorption beyond typical peers, to be choked like a chicken, utterly helpless, was beyond any prior experience, horrifying.
Unwilling to surrender to fate, he naturally attempted revolt, mobilizing the limited primordial Qi within. This struggle revealed the deathly Qi within himself suppressed mercilessly by its nemesis, the Qi of life. Moreover, the blood throttling power he wielded was quelled by an unseen blue primordial Qi. These two mutually antagonistic forces obstructed his primordial Qi flow, and on closer inspection, he discovered a greater horrifying reality.
"You... you possess the blood shattering ability and the power of my Demon Race, no! Impossible… within your body exists Yin and Yang forces, six kinds of origin… what kind of monster are you?" Lelajin croaked hoarsely, with difficulty, as Pei Yan tightened his grip.
Pei Yan was not eager to answer. This was the result of absorbing others' abilities and forcibly reaching Tier Nine Awakening Realm, which activated the ability hidden in his right eye. Holding six major planar origins, anyone weaker than him would spontaneously generate an opposing force, restricting their native origin naturally. In mild cases, their origin would be limited; in severe cases, their meridians would spiral out of control, driving them mad.
Ignoring Lelajin, struggling in his grasp, Pei Yan intensified his clutch, manipulating nanobots invisible to the naked eye to climb onto Lelajin's body, while his other arm, flickering erratically with lightning, swung, sending bolt after bolt thundering skyward.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" As Pei Yan tightened his grip, Lelajin began to struggle with breathing, his face flushing red. Without primordial origin support, even the most basic breath-holding technique was beyond reach. Sensing imminent doom, driven by an intense survival instinct, Lelajin unleashed astonishing potential, with his restricted dual origins forcefully surging, shattering constraints to resume circulation.
Glancing at Lelajin nearby, rubbing his neck and incessantly coughing, then at his own rebounded hand, Pei Yan wasn't surprised. After all, his opponent was doubly reinforced at Tier Nine; coupled with the internal disparities among the absorbed planar origins within Pei Yan, which, despite appearing balanced, were indeed not entirely controllable. Contemplating this drew a sigh not only from Pei Yan but also from Lin Junzhao, lamenting missed opportunities. Concurrently, a new thought emerged—to wander other planes to gather fragments and strengthen abilities.
Pei Yan shook off this newfound idea for the time being and gazed at Lelajin, who had already recovered from panic. After Pei Yan's repeated enigmatic attacks, Lelajin's previously rampant arrogance had vanished, unable to gauge Pei Yan's depths, giving rise to thoughts of retreat. His eyes darted about, seeking a chance to escape.
Seeing this, Pei Yan refused to let his prey escape, pointing upward, drawing a perfect arc in the sky, descending straight at Lelajin, shouting, "Ten Directions Thunder Prison!"
Rumble! Rumble! Thunder reverberated across hundreds of miles from the horizon. Lelajin looked in the direction of the sound and saw massive Thunder Dragons within the heavy cloud layer. Each swing of their bodies brought waves of thundering and flashing strikes.
As Pei Yan's finger drew downward, the long-prepared 'Ten Directions Thunder Prison,' fused with electromagnetic and thunder abilities, enhanced by Jiang Donghu's dragon power, took shape and descended from the sky.
By now, Lelajin's face was devoid of color. While cursing Pei Yan for his ruthless and varied methods internally, his body moved swiftly, trying to dodge lightning strikes. However, to his horror, the Thunder Dragons seemed self-aware, relentlessly pursuing him regardless of his attempts to evade.
"Whelp, I swear I'll kill you! Tear you limb from limb!"
