As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life Chapter 1689 - 442: Heroes Strike as Ji Moli Is Reduced to a Plaything—Don’t Distract Me from Studying Poison Dao
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Upon the Heaven and Earth chessboard, Li Che stood out like a brilliantly shining chess piece.
Just a quick shift in his thoughts made him vanish from where he had been.
He reemerged in a different spot on the Heaven and Earth chessboard, smartly avoiding Ji Moli’s savage stab that tore through the void.
The killing force from Ji Moli was clearly top-class, savagely intense and ruthless!
Li Che evaded the strike.
His finger flicked lightly.
A white chess piece shot forward swiftly, and right after, it expanded with the breeze, morphing into a horrifyingly massive giant.
This giant blocked out the sunlight, its fearsome and furious presence akin to a serene pond hit by a massive surge!
This was truly a Divine Realm Mechanism Beast!
The Divine Machine Demon Ape!
The Extended Arm Heavenly Armor!
Roar——!!!
The moment the Divine Machine Demon Ape materialized, this human-like mechanism beast, on par with the Divine Tribulation Realm, linked seamlessly with Li Che’s consciousness!
Buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz——
Divine Mechanism All Phenomena Seals burst open one by one like Qimen Divine Seeds, billions of Wanxiang Nine Divine Mechanism Seals glowing with brilliant light!
This served as the way to command the Divine Machine Demon Ape.
Li Che’s mind moved, causing the Divine Machine Demon Ape to trigger billions of mechanism seals right away, resembling a blazing sun as it unleashed a punch of unimaginable dread!
Ji Moli’s eyes tightened, a flash of total shock crossing his gaze.
"Is this... a Divine Realm Mechanism Beast?!"
"You actually controlled a Divine Realm Mechanism Beast? Not even the Tang Family ever created or studied one like this!"
Ji Moli was completely stunned, no doubt about it.
Because in the destruction of the Tang Family, his forces played a major role, even capturing two Supreme Mechanism Beasts in the finale.
"Amazing, wondrous artistry!"
Ji Moli admired inwardly.
However...
That was merely it.
He spun the umbrella gun, merging a horrifying killing intent into a single blow, directing it savagely toward the Divine Machine Demon Ape.
"A lifeless object remains just that, can borrowed strength really match real Divine Tribulation?"
A bunch of inky black flames burst out—it was the Netherworld Fire, among the Three Calamities, formed from Ji Moli’s Dao Position in the Divine Tribulation proof!
Over Luoyun City, the clash at half-step Divine Tribulation level between the Temple God and Zhou Chiguo had wrapped up.
Yet, before Luoyun City’s people and the martial world visitors could even relax, another, far more terrifying showdown exploded into being!
Not merely half-step Divine Tribulation, but actual Divine Realm might!
Within the twisting Death Aura Vortex, Ji Moli positioned himself like in a Small Cave Heaven, wildly unleashing his strength and cultivation.
Boom——!!!
A massive boom rang out, clear waves rippling from the point where the Divine Machine Demon Ape met Ji Moli’s assault!
The whole sky over Luoyun City plunged into utter stillness right then.
Air, winter rain, Qi-blood, divinity, Dao Yun, and all else shattered in the impact, becoming disordered fragments!
Ji Moli remained steadfast in the Death Aura Vortex, clutching the umbrella gun at an angle, killing intent boiling skyward, while bloody glows kept bursting from his back.
"What an impressive Divine Realm Mechanism Beast..."
Ji Moli commended it, since this mechanism beast held Martial God-level fighting power and escaped the bind and restraint of the Heaven and Earth Will!
Totally unexpected.
Did the Tang Family Mechanism and Li Che collaborate on it?
Ji Moli spotted the distinctions plainly; the idea of mechanism beasts came from Tang Family research and growth, their distinctive style embedded deeply in this one.
Still, Li Che, known as the Underworld Horse Face, far from half-step Martial God, managed to battle his Divine Tribulation Realm expert using this mechanism beast.
To be frank, Ji Moli sensed real fear and unease deep inside.
If he hadn’t advanced to Divine Tribulation Realm...
In this fight, wouldn’t he get crushed and overwhelmed?
Imagining that possibility, Ji Moli’s expression grew dark without him realizing: "Truly, advancing cultivation sooner is wiser; it wasn’t wasted when I drained every bit of the Blood Souls’ reserves in the Blood Pool..."
The Death Aura Vortex churned.
Ji Moli, unleashing his full might, evaded the Heaven and Earth Will’s lock too.
Li Che’s brows lifted a bit: "The Corpse God Cult’s Death Aura Vortex... Does it form a Divine Domain like a Small Cave Heaven?"
The Corpse God Cult’s techniques were truly bizarre beyond measure.
Ji Moli’s expression turned severe, veins bulging on his brow, his five fingers tightening on the umbrella gun for a brutal stab, splitting the air as though ripping a rift!
The Death Aura Vortex shielded him from the Heaven and Earth Will, letting him deploy complete Divine Tribulation Realm power, yet it had a flaw—it wouldn’t endure.
So, Ji Moli had to end the fight fast.
Boom——!!!
Li Che’s consciousness shifted, prompting the Divine Machine Demon Ape to throw another fist, smashing into Ji Moli’s move.
A subtle smile tugged at Li Che’s mouth.
With Xi Xi in his arms, he fixed a chilling stare on King Ping Luan: "Ji Moli..."
"You’ve reached Divine Tribulation, so you must have used up all the energy in the Blood Pool, correct? That’s why, without Blood Pool strength, you’re desperate to massacre a city, harvest Blood Soul, and secure a clone’s birth."
"But the city remains unslaughtered, no Blood Soul harvested..."
"Which means..."
"Right now... you’ve got just one life left; even with your sons surviving, they probably can’t sacrifice lives to bring you back."
Li Che’s voice resounded in the sky.
Ji Moli’s hairs all rose in alarm.
Oddly so...
It stemmed from a simple line by Li Che, not yet at Divine Tribulation Realm, yet it made his hairs bristle, like his soul drowned in endless dread.