Chapter 1268
“Devastation of the Furious Dragon!” Dragon Floret growled, unleashing a palm move that was like a divine dragon rising out of the sea.
His palm met Yang Qi’s fist, and considering they were both incredibly powerful moves, it was little wonder that the resulting shock wave of godpower devastated the reef around them. The water was shoved away with such force that many of the sea beasts within were ripped to shreds.
SPLAT!
Blood spewed out of Dragon Floret’s mouth as he staggered backward across the shattered remnants of the reef.
On the other hand, Yang Qi was standing right on the surface of the ocean, which had crystallized for acres around him.
“I hit you with my Devastation of the Furious Dragon, boy. And we both wasted just as much godpower in that interchange. You won’t last much longer!” Dragon Floret was spitting up blood, but he was convinced that there was no way Yang Qi would be able to stand up to his Devastation of the Furious Dragon. It was an attack that involved sending a cyclone of dragonfire into the target’s godhood, which would ignite it and cause it to drain godpower rapidly.
Yang Qi had indeed spent a lot of godpower in the exchange. And any other expert in his situation would have already lost all of their fighting prowess. But even when Yang Qi was almost completely drained of energy, he could take a few breaths, and the God Legion Seal would draw on the essence of the god world to replenish his godhood.
“Your Devastation of the Furious Dragon is impressive. You definitely deserve to be a Consummate God. And if you weren’t injured, I would never be a match for you. But sadly, you’re not going to live through the rest of this day!”
“What? You aren’t out of godpower?” He could sense that Yang Qi's godhood was rotating at full speed, and could even see a godflower above his head, burning with light and fire as it blessed him constantly.
“Infernal Deity Spear!”
It had been a long time since Yang Qi had used the Infernal Deity Spear, but it felt just as familiar as ever. That spear had accompanied him since his days in the impure lands, but this was his first time using it in the god world.
This time, the spear was corporeal. It was pitch black and surrounded by countless swirling hell vortexes, the might of which revealed the ultimate meaning of death.
In fact, he was currently surrounded by a pulsing death energy.
In the blink of an eye, the area for dozens of kilometers in all directions surrounding Yang Qi became like a pitch-black hell, its space completely locked down as he held the Infernal Deity Spear in his hand, pointed straight up. “You’re going to die today, Dragon Floret. No matter what.”
“What energy art is that?” Dragon Floret asked.
“The Strength of the Hell-Crushing Godmammoth,” Yang Qi replied. “Considering you’re about to die, I don’t mind telling you.”
“The Strength of the Hell-Crushing Godmammoth?!” Dragon Floret said, his jaw dropping and his eyes nearly popping out of his skull. “But that’s....”
Yang Qi didn’t give him a chance to finish speaking. His spear became a black streak of deathly light that pierced through everything, surrounded by the screams and wails of infernal deities from hell.
“Die!” Yang Qi said, and before anything else could happen, the spear was at Dragon Floret’s throat.
Dragon Floret was shaken to the core, but in that moment of deadly crisis, he achieved a sudden state of peace and calm. Reaching out with fingers splayed like the claw of a dragon grasping at a chiliocosm of worlds, he said, “Power to Smash a Chiliocosm!”
A move designed to claw at a chiliocosm of worlds grabbed toward the Infernal Deity Spear.
“Death Symbols!” Yang Qi swept the Infernal Deity Spear around like a pen, causing numerous strings of text to appear in front of Dragon Floret. This wasn’t something from the Strength of the Hell-Crushing Godmammoth, but rather a result of the Unspoiled Body, pushed to such a high level that no one could possibly defend against it.
The Infernal Deity Spear slipped through Dragon Floret’s grasp, and no matter what he did to try grabbing it again, he failed.
SNICK!
The spear stabbed deeply into Dragon Floret’s shoulder, causing a plume of blood to spray out.
Dragon Floret let out a muffled grunt as he leaped backward, then tried flying up into the sky to escape. He had just received a grievous injury; after all, when gods were hit by the Infernal Deity Spear, they almost always perished. Already, the aura of tribulations and infernal deities was coursing through Dragon Floret’s meridians and blood, heading right into his sea of energy.
Reacting with blinding speed, he pulled out a medicinal pill and popped it into his mouth, then glared at Yang Qi and said, “I refuse to believe that you know the Strength of the Hell-Crushing Godmammoth.”
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