Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 1979: 1458: Sneak Attack (Part 2)

Capítulo 1979: Chapter 1458: Sneak Attack (Part 2)

Han Tong, becoming ever more deranged, released assaults packed with immense power, making even Li Zhixuan start to falter, slowly slipping into a losing position as her entire look turned far more unkempt.

To be honest, after her advancement to the Heavenly Immortal level, she hadn't faced such heavy damage before; those kinds of troubles now seemed like far-off memories to her.

However, what Li Zhixuan didn't realize was that her adversary felt extreme urgency right then.

For he hadn't really gone insane, but was employing a Secret Technique that drew in ghost energy to enhance his own might. Thus, while Han Tong acted as if he'd lost control, it was just a pretense—he retained full command over his actions.

Yet this Secret Technique had a major weakness!

Specifically, it couldn't endure for long—if prolonged too much, the ghost energy would genuinely corrupt his body and Spiritual Soul, changing him into a being that's neither man nor specter.

Therefore, Han Tong was panicking inside, eager to swiftly defeat Li Zhixuan, though circumstances refused to cooperate.

The deadlock dragged on for yet another fifteen minutes; in the end, though reluctant and suffering, he had to terminate the Secret Technique just in time, returning to his normal state.

“Hm?”

This abrupt shift drew Li Zhixuan's notice, and after a brief reflection, she quickly grasped the situation.

Her enemy had only used a Secret Technique for a short burst of increased strength—once he couldn't uphold it anymore, he'd snapped back right away.

Still, Han Tong's power surprisingly remained fairly stable; he just seemed somewhat drained and feeble.

But to Li Zhixuan, this presented the perfect opening to shatter the impasse!

She promptly ingested a few Pills to replenish her mana, and right away sensed a comforting flow rush inside her frame, coursing via all her meridians before reaching her Dantian.

Her presence intensified greatly. After defending for so long, Li Zhixuan now launched a savage offensive.

Endless surges of Sword Qi rushed relentlessly at Han Tong.

“Damn it!”

Noticing this, how could he fail to see that his deceptions were exposed, and she'd begun her retaliation?

Li Zhixuan wouldn't allow this prime chance to escape her. Her right hand naturally seized the fractured sword, channeling every bit of her Sword Dao insight into one devastating blow.

Buzz!

An elusive vibration burst from the damaged edge of the broken sword and expanded swiftly. It wasn't Sword Resonance, or Sword Light, or even Sword Qi—it resembled a plain, unremarkable sword.

Boom—

When the sword came down, it felt like the sky and earth were rending—space and time appeared to halt completely.

Han Tong snapped his gaze upward, horror overwhelming his features. The strike to his soul was indescribable—raw fear and panic crashed over him in relentless, chilling tides, seeking to submerge him entirely!

“No! How can this be!” he cried out in dread, wildly extracting all his mana reserves, summoning countless ghostly entities from his bone saber, all wildly assailing the area around him, firing off vast Blade Qi to shield himself.

But he distinctly witnessed the Sword Qi consuming his barriers bit by bit. As he neared utter desperation, he resorted to a vital life-preserving ace.

In that instant, a dreadful pull arose from Han Tong’s Dantian. For survival, he dared to swallow the countless ghostly spirits, surging his strength—his mana flared wildly, his whole aura shifted to that of a Demon God manifesting on the mortal plane.

From his previous human shape, he now sprouted a azure, monstrous face with fangs. Dark infernal markings etched his flesh, his eyes glowed crimson, and his form loomed almost thirty meters tall.

Although this Secret Technique held great potency, capable of snatching triumph from near defeat and salvaging a thread of existence, its drawback was well-known: it simply wouldn't persist!

Thus, with the upper hand now hers, Li Zhixuan didn't rush to conclude the battle and slay him—instead, she stuck to him relentlessly, denying any possibility of flight.

“Die for me!” Han Tong bellowed, his voice exploding outward like a raging storm in every direction.

Abruptly, thick demonic vapors filled the atmosphere. The bone saber he gripped enlarged dramatically against the gusts, turning into a colossal hundred-zhang weapon, charged with unstoppable might as he aimed to cleave through that Sword Qi.

Krakakaka—

Sword and blade collided—two enormous Killing Moves detonated in unison, ripping the stellar voids asunder!

Keep in mind: the region close to the Boundary Membrane in the starry expanse is far sturdier than other areas—regular Heavenly Immortals could never achieve this.

But right here and then, their strikes brought it to pass!

The pair of Killing Moves ravenously consumed one another's forces until ultimately, Han Tong’s attack—empowered by his outburst—emerged more ferocious, demolishing Li Zhixuan’s Sword Qi after draining nearly all its vigor.

However, the lingering Blade Qi stayed fearsome, shrieking as it cut toward her.

Even though she'd poured much of her essence into her Killing Move and was in dire condition, to bar him from any retreat, she lifted her broken sword once more, standing firm right in front of Han Tong, yielding no ground.

She gulped down a massive quantity of Pills at once, without opportunity to process them, immediately converting them into torrents of Sword Qi to diminish and repel the residual Blade Qi.

Luckily, Li Zhixuan withstood this Killing Move, though appearing even more ragged.

“Get out of my way!”

Han Tong kept his sanity, so upon seeing his opponent so doggedly obstructing his escape, unwilling to back down regardless, his calm shattered as he unleashed a frenzied yell.

“Today, it’s either you die, or I perish! Only one of us leaves here alive!”

Upon hearing this, he plunged into profounder frenzy, swinging from astonishment to blazing fury.

“Good, good, good! Since you seek death, I’ll fulfill it for you!”

Han Tong clenched his jaws. He refused to accept that, even with his Secret Technique ignited, he couldn't end a depleted cultivator!

Yet the reality showed he indeed couldn't…

Li Zhixuan stood like an unyielding, impregnable peak, obstructing his path to freedom, offering zero openings.

“Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!”

Han Tong sensed his form disintegrating—his skeleton, blood, Spiritual Soul, and Dantian all poisoned by icy ghost energy.

Before a full quarter hour— no, even merely half that—Li Zhixuan needn't lift a finger; he'd collapse on his own, reduced to a corpse that's neither human nor ghost.

He couldn't stay composed any longer, hurling himself into wild barrages at Li Zhixuan in a frantic grasp for any hope.

But regardless of Han Tong's efforts, she parried them all!

In reality, despite her disheveled state, Li Zhixuan was also at her breaking point—her physique had hit its utmost endurance.

By now, it wasn't a matter of superior strength, but unbreakable resolve—whoever endured longer would be the victor!

And through this grueling clash with a genuine Heavenly Immortal, Li Zhixuan came to a stark realization: Taking down Heavenly Immortals was no simple task.

Without her initial edge from his underestimation, which she'd built upon, the result might have been anyone's guess!

“Even if I have to die, I’ll drag you with me!” Han Tong, with no path to live, now yearned solely to pull Li Zhixuan into oblivion alongside him.

His eyes blazing red, Han Tong spat out these words. The final flicker of awareness in his stare teetered on the edge of consumption!

“Aaaaahhh…”

He let out a shrill, anguished wail. His enormous demonic frame abruptly cracked with gash after gash, ebony blood pouring forth, swiftly morphing into countless arcane, mysterious Dao patterns. A petrifying ghost entity—spanning hundreds of feet—gradually took shape.

Phht—

The Killing Move Li Zhixuan had hidden away for ages erupted in that final moment.

A pale, faint Sword Light streaked out, its form a tiny three-inch sword!

During the shattering of her Lifebound Magic Sword, beyond the portion she retained, she'd collected fragments of the rest, eventually forging them into this small Spirit Sword.

But for reasons unknown, while the little sword was incredibly keen, it wanted in durability and couldn't clash directly—suited only for surprise strikes.

In a flash, the demonic qi dispersed. That spectral form crumbled to dust and vanished in the breeze.