I Can Gain One Skill Point Per Second Chapter 573: Resolute Blood Shadow, Bearing the Strongest Resolve

From a heap of splintered ice, Xuanyuan Qingcang fought to stand, clamping down on the surging blood and vital energy inside him, while gritting through the searing pain tearing across his limbs and bones, rising gradually to his feet.

As Blue Star’s unrivaled powerhouse, even amid the unbearable torment and with his internals in ruins, he wouldn’t permit himself to drop. Guarding his back was Blue Star, the world he called home.

Not just his history lay interred there, but all he held dear too!

Lifting his gaze, the scene ahead let him exhale in relief.

With the shadows lifting, brilliant sunlight bathed the icy wastes.

Still, Blue Star’s inhabitants couldn’t tear their eyes away, all fixated on the spatial cube Lin Yi squeezed in his grip.

The Calamity’s might surpassed what Blue Star’s elite had foreseen, stirring a profound dread in Xuanyuan Qingcang’s soul.

They grasped nothing of Lin Yi’s actions and puzzled over their own uselessness.

Numerous support pros held back from advancing.

They saw Lin Yi himself struggled against the high-tier god Calamity.

As Blue Star comrades, duty called them to shield their home, yet worry gnawed at them.

Rushing in to aid Lin Yi could disrupt him instead.

Warriors and DPS pros seethed with even greater unrest.

Though stronger now, they wielded scant impact on the battlefield, burning with true impotence, dreading their solo moves would burden Lin Yi further.

The sliced-open space, now crushed by Lin Yi’s full force, groaned under the strain.

Echoing the detonations trapped inside.

Inside the almost see-through spatial cube, a miniaturized Calamity endured nonstop blasts from the Corpse Explosion Skill.

A nearer inspection showed raw terror carved into its face.

Its godlike frame boasted defenses of horrifying resilience.

The barrage of Corpse Explosion Skills couldn’t pierce Calamity’s ebony plumage outright but chipped away at its health bar faintly.

Lin Yi’s ceaseless novel strategies left Calamity utterly reactive.

In that confined realm, all its perceptions vanished.

Though aware its barriers could repel Lin Yi’s assaults entirely, the dread of the unseen still ruled it.

Prominent veins throbbed on Lin Yi’s brow, crimson sinews bulged along his arms—clear signs for all to see.

Anyone could tell he poured out every shred of strength.

Though proficient in space skills and boasting stats leagues beyond peers, he failed to pulverize the pocket he’d excised.

Facing off with Calamity, the god’s herald, someday—Lin Yi had pondered it.

But he never foresaw Izak Planet’s assault on Blue Star bearing his fingerprints.

Ever since turning pro, Lin Yi dominated unchallenged, his top-tier passives securing victory after victory.

He’d never dreamed of clutching such a scorching burden.

Letting skill bonds slacken would free Calamity to unleash fury on Blue Star.

Yet holding firm, as Calamity’s godforce acclimated to Space Stripping, it’d rupture the technique, rebounding agony onto Lin Yi.

Right as Lin Yi wrestled his bind, that colossal silhouette lunged ahead again.

"Brother Lin Yi, I’m here to help you!"

Words barely out, a crimson gleam struck down before Lin Yi, erupting into scarlet lightning from roiling Power of Law.

The warrior plunged in without pause, fingers flying through seals as a mass of blood-red Demon Thunder gathered in his palms.

He shrugged, and his heavy plating exploded off, shards flying wild on the breeze.

Bare of armor, Xuanyuan Qingcang’s build looked fiercer still.

But Lin Yi ignored that.

Across his rippling muscles, the embodied Destruction Law whipped in the gusts.

Or scorched, rather.

Each flame’s dance summoned cataclysmic energy gales.

Lin Yi wondered: did Xuanyuan Qingcang feel no hurt, hosting such savage forces within?

Or how could a low-plane pro summon such dread potency?

Only now did Lin Yi truly appraise the warrior opposite.

In his heyday, Blue Star warriors quaked at his name.

Yet now, this titan shuddered fitfully.

Caked blood from frigid winds had crusted on his face, tracing lines from brow, skirting eyes and nose, weaving into sideburns and beard.

His innate sovereign presence had faded soundlessly.

Xuanyuan Qingcang looked a decade older in a blink.

A chill unease stirred in Lin Yi’s chest.

Before Lin Yi could probe further, the Xuanyuan War God struck.

Space Stripping thrived on ambush.

Its raw potency wasn’t elite.

Against Saint Transformation’s paramount laws, it crumbled.

The blood-hued thunder, laced with ruin Lin Yi himself dreaded faintly, sliced through Lin Yi’s crafted void, thrusting at Calamity.

As the enclosure split, Lin Yi took minor kickback—trivial stuff.

For Calamity, catastrophe.

The split restored Calamity’s vision and senses in a flash.

But senses back, its hardy black quills shed in droves.

Awe flooded Lin Yi’s gaze.

Was this Blue Star’s top fighter’s might?

Lin Yi hadn’t beheld a vast spatial rupture’s fallout up close, but he pictured it fine.

Shattering pocket dimensions spawned savage energy floods.

Amplified by Xuanyuan War God’s ruin infusion, it’d plague Calamity sorely.

In a flash, he seized the Heaven-Supporting War God, triggering Light and Shadow Intertwine to trade spots with ground ice chunks.

Boom~

The boxed space burst wide open.

Myriad crimson blood thunders churned and ravaged the skies.

Destruction’s force saturated the polar expanse.

Crimson haze cloaked the globe.

Calamity at blast’s heart, with Black Abyss beasts, couldn’t even wail.

Calamity propped spatial integrity via divine force.

Not even caster Lin Yi breached it.

Did Saint Transformation Law power truly overwhelm so?

The crimson thunder’s horror likely outmatched Lin Yi’s prime Six Dao of Thoughtless Slash - Unity.

Lin Yi wheeled to acclaim Xuanyuan War God’s timely strike, only to sense the cradled Xuanyuan Qingcang grow abruptly far weightier.