Chapter 888 - 340: Divine Bone Fragrant, Heavenly Aroma Tempts Mortal Cravings, Mortal Eyes Touch Sacred Remains, Hungry Flames Feast on Clouds
The terrifying penetrative and pulverizing force pierced through his body.
"Ugh—!"
A supremely suppressed roar was squeezed out from Shi Hao’s throat for the first time.
His pallid eyes, under the encasement of the black armor, showed intense fluctuations for the first time.
No longer hollow.
But filled with chaos and madness.
Those eyes...
Complex and terrifying!
Yet Fang Qingyu’s assault did not pause for an instant.
"Thunder·Dragon Fall Heavenly Tribulation!"
Taking advantage of the recoiling force from Dragon Fury Breaking Mountain, his figure traced a perfect arc in the air, the golden Thunder Dragons coiled around his fists instantly swelling and roaring.
Summoning the heavenly Shenxiao, his fists clashed together.
As if carrying the fury and weight of the entire sky, he fiercely slammed down towards Shi Hao, whose arms were completely shattered and guard wide open.
Boom—
The third punch landed!
The entire arena seemed as if it was plunged into the core of the sun.
A piercing golden light, even more intense than before, erupted from that enormous crater like a supernova explosion.
Instantly engulfing the entire stage.
It swallowed the vision of everyone in the front rows of the audience, swallowed everything.
Countless spectators felt their eyes sting with this absolute brightness, tears streaming down their faces, and instinctively closed their eyes tightly.
Even Chu Kuanglan and the others could only see a golden ocean that devoured everything.
"Is he dead?!"
"He’s definitely dead!!"
"Three punches! Qingzi’s three punches! Who can withstand them?!"
Old Chu and the others stood up excitedly, their eyes fixed on that golden sea of light, their hearts nearly leaping out of their chests!
However...
Just when everyone thought these three punches absolutely could kill Shi Hao.
An abrupt change occurred.
A pure darkness that seemed capable of devouring light surged from the core of the golden light, like a filthy tide from the deepest part of Hell.
The darkness rapidly spread and permeated.
Like ink dropped into clear water, it forcibly tainted the holy golden lightning into a chilling dark gold hue.
The blinding light instantly turned dim.
An overwhelmingly sweet and sickly fragrance erupted throughout the arena.
"Ugh... so fragrant... so comfortable..."
"What is this... feeling... I want to get closer..."
The eyes of countless spectators changed instantly.
Their bodies subconsciously leaned forward, as if something in the center of that darkness was drawing them in.
And even those Tier Three strong individuals looked very uncomfortable at the moment...
What the hell is this thing!!?
Even seated so far, they felt a bit of an uncontrollable urge to get closer.
Above the ring.
Fang Qingyu’s figure was harshly flung away by the sudden burst of dark power.
He tumbled several times in the air before barely stabilizing himself, hovering aloft.
The golden-red battle armor on his body fluctuated violently, his molten gold vertical pupils fixed intensely on the area below that was tainted by darkness.
The entwining of light and darkness churned violently like a boiling cauldron of oil.
Finally.
As the light and darkness gradually dispersed.
A shocking scene was revealed below.
The center of the entire arena appeared as if an invisible giant hand had gouged out a huge chunk.
Forming a terrifying giant pit over a hundred meters in diameter and tens of meters deep.
And at the bottom center of the pit...
A "thing" floated quietly there.
It still maintained a roughly humanoid form.
But the whole body was completely enveloped in a constantly writhing and flowing black liquid that seemed alive.
No facial features, no hair.
Just a pure black humanoid silhouette changing shape.
It floated several feet above the ground.
Releasing an intoxicatingly sweet and sickly aroma.
The scent seemed magical, stirring the most primal desires and greed within people’s hearts.
But beneath this alluring fragrance.
Was a cold, deathly inhuman aura.
More bizarrely.
When Fang Qingyu’s gaze penetrated the writhing black liquid.
And saw the bones enveloped by the liquid...
A tremor, as if originating from a fundamental instinct of life, gripped his heart tightly.
It wasn’t fear.
It was a kind of... yearning.
A twisted hunger arising from the depths of his soul for that black organism.
Fang Qingyu’s molten gold vertical pupils contracted to the extreme.
Instantly recalling some information he had read in books before about gods.
"Divine bones condensed in nectar, heavenly fragrance lures the vulgar drool; mortal eyes touch the sacred remains, hunger ignites to feast on the clouds."