Seeking Truth with a Sword-Chapter 580 - 522 Coal Burning_2

"Take action!"

Lu Yunan yelled, calculating strategies with her left hand while forming Magic Formulas with her right, detonating even more talismans.

An arrow nocked must be fired. Li Ang turned part of the Mo Si into bird-shapes, flying high into the sky, piercing through the dust-filled air to detect Ghost Shovel’s presence. He, in turn, successively detonated the underground talismans and guided Galuo’s aim through the Wolf Head Armor.

WHOOSH—

Galuo released the bowstring. The arrow flew out swiftly, spiraling through the dust and fire, creating a backflow cyclone.

In the instant that the fire dispersed, the three of them clearly saw the Mo Si-covered fine steel arrow deeply pierce Ghost Shovel’s shoulder.

Alas! Good! I’m hit!

Before that thought could even arise in Galuo’s mind, the fire exploded.

Ghost Shovel burst forth from the flames, the Mo Si arrow on his shoulder falling away with the wind. He cast his knife with his right hand toward Galuo. She couldn’t dodge in time and was struck across the neck of her Wolf Head Armor, sent flying and crashing heavily to the ground.

At the same time, Ghost Shovel’s left hand opened wide, his palm fissure activated. It drained the fiery blaze behind him through the Devouring Heaven and Earth technique. Then, he reversed the process, violently spewing the flames toward Lu Yunan’s position.

He himself, with empty hands, threw punches towards Li Ang.

CLANG!

Li Ang parried with his spear. The intensified Triangular Spear vibrated violently, and the palm of his hand, previously stitched by Mo Si, burst open once again.

If the hand can’t hold it, then simply fuse them together.

A large amount of Mo Si burst from his palm, merging his entire arm with the Triangular Spear.

Li Ang’s left hand also morphed into a blade, slashing at Ghost Shovel’s fists.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!—

Ghost Shovel’s fists were enveloped in a dense, unyielding Martial Artist’s Qi Blood, no less hard than the Mo Si blades. Knee strikes, elbow jabs, headbutts—simple, yet rapid Martial Arts moves forced Li Ang steadily back towards the grass line.

Flesh buds writhed in Ghost Shovel’s eye sockets as he roared ferociously, "Did you think someone from Taihao Mountain could kill me?"

"Did you think you could save your own life by coming to Li Yuan?"

Li Ang retreated step by step, his wounds multiplying, blood gushing from them.

There was an insurmountable gap in their Martial Arts Skill, and even the assistance of Mo Si could not bridge it.

"Become a part of me."

Ghost Shovel punched Li Ang, sending him flying, then opened the cavity in his abdomen and began to unleash Devouring Heaven and Earth.

A stronger suction force than before materialized out of nowhere.

Li Ang drove the Triangular Spear into the ground, but still couldn’t prevent himself from drifting toward Ghost Shovel—the entire patch of land was being swept away by the fissure, and there were no Mo Si anchor points to leverage.

As the distance between them shortened, Li Ang’s skin even began to continuously bleed. Blood mixed with Mo Si was drawn into the fissure.

Ten seconds left, Li Ang counted silently in his mind, then suddenly pulled the Triangular Spear out of the ground and lunged forward, stabbing the spear towards Ghost Shovel’s shoulder.

Taking advantage of the moment his spear blade broke through Ghost Shovel’s powerful Martial Artist’s Qi Blood, Li Ang released Telekinesis through the opening with all his might.

In Ghost Shovel’s shoulder, where the Arrowhead had struck, a small cluster of Mo Si remained hidden. Under the influence of Telekinesis, the threads instantly animated, forming spikes that pierced through Ghost Shovel’s spine and protruded from the side of his neck.

BANG!

Ghost Shovel’s muscles contracted, crushing the Mo Si spikes into fragments. Flesh buds in the wound proliferated, immediately filling the damage.

But that moment was enough for Li Ang to dodge and maneuver to the side of Devouring Heaven and Earth.

Seven seconds left. Li Ang slid along the ground, throwing out Mo Si to bind Ghost Shovel’s abdomen and disrupt his stationary use of Devouring Heaven and Earth. He then took the Radiant Crossbow from his back and pulled the trigger.

Ghost Shovel crushed the orb of light in midair, creating intense brightness. Meanwhile, Li Ang seized the opportunity, throwing the other end of the Mo Si into the ground. He then rapidly pulled the thread tight, sending large rocks hurling towards Ghost Shovel.

Four seconds left. Ghost Shovel punched, shattering the boulder rushing towards him. His palm tore off the silk threads wrapped around his abdomen, and he activated Devouring Heaven and Earth.

This time, Li Ang had no room to dodge and was inevitably pulled forward.

A victorious, fierce smile appeared on Ghost Shovel’s face. He seemed to have already foreseen Li Ang being torn apart under the rift’s effect, all the Mo Si inside his body devoured and digested.

But why was there not a trace of fear on Li Ang’s face...

A martial artist’s intuition, a subtle sense of foreboding, took effect. Ghost Shovel instinctively looked to his left.

He saw at the edge of the grassland, Galuo had taken off her severely damaged Wolf Head Helmet, revealing a pale face. She knelt on one knee, pulling her Longbow to its limit, and nocked the last arrow on the bowstring.

Lu Yunan, dirty-faced and with traces of burn marks on her skin, stood beside the bow and arrow, casting Magic, attaching electricity to the arrow.

Both of them should have been blown past the grass line, losing their abilities under Li Yuan’s suppressive effect. But under their feet, two strings of Mo Si extended all the way to Li Ang’s feet. He had just diverted his attention, shouldering Li Yuan’s suppressive effect, and used the Mo Si to transport the two of them beyond the grass line.

Inhale. Exhale.

Galuo’s mind had never been so tranquil. She slowly closed her eyes. Relying on her martial artist’s instinct, she pierced through the sandstorm caused by Devouring Heaven and Earth, locking onto the blazing, sky-scorching Martial Artist’s Qi Blood of Ghost Shovel, the Martial Arts Grandmaster.

BUZZ—

Her fingers released the bowstring.

Accompanied by the reverberation of the long string, the arrow, carrying a surging electric current, soared over the grass line and shot towards Ghost Shovel’s neck.

The arrow was too swift, too fast. It was too late to dispel Devouring Heaven and Earth and turn around to dodge.

Ghost Shovel stood on the spot, expanding his Martial Artist’s Qi Blood around his body in the blink of an eye, attempting to split the arrow with his Martial Artist’s Gang Qi.

However, the excellent conductivity of Mo Si for Spiritual Energy allowed Lu Yunan’s full-strength Thunder Strike Technique to be temporarily stored within the arrow.

All the thunder strikes focused on one point, piercing through layer upon layer of Martial Artist’s Gang Qi, striking Ghost Shovel directly in the neck.

That was precisely the wound Li Ang had created with Mo Si. The newly grown flesh there was far less resilient than other parts.

The arrow, unstoppable, penetrated his neck.

Ghost Shovel’s eyes widened. The flesh in his neck wound writhed, drawing on his Martial Artist’s Qi Blood. The suction created by Devouring Heaven and Earth inevitably weakened.

The time had come.

Li Ang stamped his foot on the ground, struggling to halt, and raised his hand, pointing to the sky.

WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!—

A flurry of piercing sounds approached from the distance; dozens of small black dots swiftly arrived from the sky.

Those were...

Galuo, her arm weak, instinctively looked up at the sky, only to see bizarrely shaped airplanes flying towards her.

They had a triangular layout with a round air intake at the front. This intake extended from the nose, running through to the base of the vertical stabilizer. The airplane’s tail fins were at a steep angle, not resembling a conventional airplane but rather... like a toy made from two students’ triangular rulers put together.

This was from the Otherworld’s information database: the P.13A fighter, designed by the Deutschland aviation engineer Alexander Lippisch during World War II. Due to the lack of oil resources in Deutschland during the war, this model did not use aviation fuel but was powered by coal dust.

In flight, air first passed through the round intake to reach the rear pressurized combustion chamber. There, it mixed with coal dust. This mixture was then expelled backwards as high-temperature, high-pressure gas, forming a Konstantin Roth coal-fired ramjet engine, generating thrust.

This was Li Ang’s reinforcement.

Ever since he absorbed a portion of brown sludge at Dongjun Tower, he felt he was beginning to lose control over all the Mo Si. Thus, he sent out more clones, scattered across various states of Yu Country and even beyond its borders.

Earlier, when he was attacked in Tongluo City, he commanded his distant Mo Si clones to absorb nearby metals and construct this model of airplane.

The P.13A fighters could reach speeds of Mach 0.9. Furthermore, the special coal dust they required was far easier to concoct than aviation fuel. This saved considerable time and didn’t require Li Ang to expend too much Spiritual Power. Additionally, due to the strength of the Mo Si, Li Ang had slightly altered the airplane’s aerodynamics, further increasing its speed.

It was the best choice in that situation.

BOOM!

Dozens of planes exploded in midair, like fireworks scattering across the sky.

The Mo Si contained within them fell like a torrential rain. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Li Ang stood amidst the curtain of Mo Si rain, his figure gradually expanding.

Two meters, three meters...

Excess Mo Si formed horns, scales, and spikes on the surface of his body.

Li Ang, or rather the demon he had transformed into, slowly raised his head, his eyes reflecting the silhouette of Ghost Shovel.