Clan Cultivation: I Transmigrated With My Smartphone Chapter 977 727: The Overbearing Death Witch and the Half-Immortal Artifact

The scroll writhed and contorted, its surface expanding and contracting, radiating an aura of immense dominance.

A potent allure emanated from the scroll, obliterating all in its path and drawing the scattered treasures of the palace towards it, like homing birds flocking back to their nest with fierce rapidity.

Within the Purple Mansion Grotto Heaven, treasures from the eighth level were drawn onto the scroll, directly claimed by Shi Yan.

Lu Xuanji, witnessing this spectacle, let out a sigh, "Truly overbearing! The descendants of the Undying Demon Monarch are far too tyrannical!"

Swoosh!

Just then, a flash of sword light pierced the void, and a Cultivator materialized, crackling with lightning. Harnessing the Mysteries of Thunder, he transformed into a bolt of lightning, descending with ferocious and commanding might.

Where the Sword Light passed, the very void seemed to warp into a Thunder Realm.

Shi Yan's imposing aura unleashed, the Qi of Death swirling outwards. Within a hundred-meter radius, death runes surged, dispersed, and coalesced, forming a dynamic Death Realm. This Death Realm pulsed with activity, its gray miasma washing outwards, crashing forward.

Crackle!

The clash of the gray realm echoed, lightning flashed, and countless thunderbolts dissolved and vanished.

The Cultivator did not falter. Instead, he intensified his assault, his Treasure Sword vibrating intensely, producing myriad sword shadows that flickered and morphed. The void itself rippled violently in response, transforming into wave-like patterns that swept forward. Fusing with these waves, lightning coalesced into a ten-zhang long Gang Qi, striking directly downwards.

Shi Yan's slender form moved with bewildering speed. Her jade-like feet tapped the void, her movements fluid as if the void itself reshaped around her, allowing her to evade each lightning strike with prodigious agility. Her advance was swift and direct, reminiscent of a True Dragon's leap or a carp's powerful splash.

Her palm gathered power, Death Mysteries ascending, Mysteries of Slaughter rising and falling. These two profound Mysteries merged seamlessly, her pristine, jade-like palm transforming into a blood-red appendage as she slapped directly downwards.

The palm connected with the Thunder and Lightning Gang Qi, causing it to shatter instantly.

The residual force, undiminished, continued its relentless impact, overwhelming all obstacles and striking the Treasure Sword. The sword's body vibrated with a resonant hum, then snapped apart, its resident Artifact Spirit perishing without delay.

A flicker of apprehension crossed the Cultivator's eyes as he retreated.

Yet, in the very next instant, Shi Yan surged forward, her fist launching an attack.

Though the Cultivator's retreat was swift and his techniques skilled, his aura sharp and potent, he was no match for this Death Witch. He paled significantly in comparison.

Her Iron Fist descended, the void resonating with the impact. It struck his chest directly, causing it to cave inwards. His heart shattered, and potent Death Mysteries flooded his body, beginning to annihilate his Vitality Power and erasing a third of his life force in a single, devastating blow.

"All of you, make your move now!"

At that critical moment, the Cultivator cried out for assistance.

Buzz buzz!

Like the ceaseless drone of countless bees, a short sword, merely a foot in length, materialized in the void. It darted towards Shi Yan's back with lethal speed and ferocity. The attack came without warning, no sign of energy accumulation; the instant it was perceived was the very moment the sword struck.

The sword plunged forward, piercing her back.

Shi Yan instantly felt the short sword acting like a voracious vampire, greedily absorbing her Essence Blood and Vitality Power. Terrifying curses poured through the wound, erupting within her body.

"Death-Defying Curse!"

Shi Yan's brow furrowed slightly. The Qi of Death radiating from her body surged forth, transforming into a violent, sweeping force. The short sword, subjected to this immense impact, was directly repelled.

Her injured Qi and Blood, her depleted Vitality Power, began to recover at a remarkable rate.

Furthermore, above her head, her Magical Power coalesced, forming a colossal gray palm that descended with crushing force.

The Cultivator wielding the short sword shifted his form instantaneously, narrowly evading the descent of the gray palm.

Another Cultivator, clad in black and possessing a burly physique, appeared. He wielded an axe that gleamed brightly, its light shining as it struck downwards with brutal and fierce execution.

Buzz buzz!

An overwhelming torrent of air currents accompanied the axe's descent, radiating an extreme dominance.

The Qi within Shi Yan's body surged, her Five Viscera trembled, and her spine felt like a soaring dragon. Her open palm transformed into a fist, her arm continuously extending and enlarging. Her fist swelled to the size of a watermelon before directly colliding with the incoming assault.

Clang clang clang!

A collision of fist against axe sent shockwaves through the void, the intense impact causing sound waves to spread wildly. In the blink of an eye, Shi Yan's body surged forward. Her fist transformed, unleashing a barrage of blows, each punch powerful and relentless, one after another.

If one punch couldn't solve the problem, then another would follow. She believed that.

Punch after punch, they relentlessly struck the axe.

The axe shifted and contorted, continuously rolling and changing its angle, striking both up and down.

Initially, the axe could withstand the onslaught. However, by the fifth move, it could no longer endure the assault. A sharp crack echoed, and the axe shattered, disintegrating into fragments that scattered across the ground. Furthermore, the Artifact Spirit residing within the magical treasure let out a mournful cry before perishing instantly.