Urban Divine Doctor Descends the Mountain Chapter 2871 - 2870: It’s Actually ’You’!

On the other side.

Within the Shura Blood Territory, under a sky shrouded in dim, murderous gloom, Lin Dong's form was akin to a flickering candle caught in the wind, on the verge of collapse yet stubbornly refusing to yield.

Tian Sha, moving like a specter of the night, continuously tested Lin Dong's breaking point.

During the brief respite just moments ago, Tian Sha had stealthily unleashed two lethal strikes, each one capable of making a person's heart leap into their throat with sheer terror.

For the initial assault, Tian Sha employed the cunning Space Transfer Technique to materialize instantaneously within Lin Dong's blind spot. A dagger, shimmering with an icy luminescence, was in his grasp, carving through the air like a bolt of lightning, its trajectory aimed directly at Lin Dong's critical points.

Presently, he unleashed a secret skill known as 'Netherworld Ghost Claw.' His five fingers curled into hooks, the tips of the claws pulsed with the chilling radiance of Netherworld Fire, exuding an aura so profoundly cold it threatened to freeze a person's very soul.

Yet, Lin Dong, relying on his exceptional reflexes and a resilient defense, managed to endure the blow. Though he was involuntarily forced back several steps, he sustained no significant injuries.

Without granting Lin Dong any interval to recover, Tian Sha immediately initiated another space transfer, reappearing beside Lin Dong. This time, his chosen method of attack was more peculiar, termed 'Shadow Devour Demon Sound.'

He parted his thin lips slightly, and a sequence of low, rhythmic notes escaped, coalescing in the air into unseen ripples. These ripples swallowed the surrounding light like a cosmic void, silently gnawing at Lin Dong's mental fortitude.

Nevertheless, Lin Dong, bolstered by his profound cultivation and an unshakeable will, forcefully withstood the onslaught on his mind. Although his body was repeatedly shoved backward by the sheer force of the attack, his defenses remained unbreached.

Observing this, Tian Sha's lips curved into a semblance of a playful smirk. He spoke slowly, "Lin Dong, you appear to be buying time. Do you truly believe your Space Communication Talisman will be instrumental? You are exceedingly mistaken."

His tone dripped with an air of unwavering confidence and utter disdain, as though he had fathomed every facet of Lin Dong's strategy.

"Within the Five Elements Land, or even beyond its borders, I genuinely cannot conceive of anyone capable of aiding you. Could it be the Black Dragon War God from your Dragon Country War Department who entered with you? Haha, that individual is merely an Earth Realm martial artist; someone of that caliber, I could obliterate with a mere glance!"

Tian Sha's pronouncements were laced with immense contempt for the Black Dragon War God, portraying him as no more than an insignificant ant in Tian Sha's estimation.

"As for your Dragon Country's Heavenly Envoy, even if he were able to access the Five Elements Land, he would still be incapable of offering you assistance. Eliminating him would be as simple as turning one's hand."

Tian Sha's declarations conveyed an extreme level of scorn towards the Heavenly Envoy, implying that neither the Black Dragon War God nor the Heavenly Envoy posed any conceivable threat.

Confronted with Tian Sha’s sharp, taunting words and his palpable contempt, Lin Dong’s expression remained utterly impassive, betraying not even the slightest tremor of emotion.

His silence was not an indicator of weakness but rather a testament to the burgeoning battle intent that surged from the depths of his heart.

Tian Sha's words, sharp as daggers, failed in their attempt to sever Lin Dong's fighting spirit.

Lin Dong was acutely aware that at this critical juncture, every ounce of strength was paramount. Thus, he discreetly retrieved from the Dragon Ring Space at his fingertips a handful of Dan medicines that emanated an ancient luster – 'Deadwood Dan.'

These Dan medicines, appearing mundane, harbored an astonishing reservoir of life energy. They were precious concoctions that Lin Dong habitually employed to replenish his inner Qi and rekindle his fighting spirit during countless near-death encounters.

Without hesitation, Lin Dong ingested the handful of Deadwood Dan. The medicinal essence dissolved instantly within him, and a warm, immense power surged forth from his Dantian, swiftly mending his depleted inner Qi and infusing him with vital life force.

Witnessing this act, Blood Fool, standing nearby, let out a derisive chuckle. "Lin Dong, it appears your endurance is truly failing. You've already resorted to taking medicine. Hmph, it is utterly futile."

His laughter reverberated through the Shura Blood Territory, imbued with absolute certainty of Lin Dong's imminent downfall.

Yet, even as Blood Fool's laughter had barely faded, Tian Sha's form vanished once more in an uncanny fashion, seeming to merge with the very fabric of space. Only a faint trace of killing intent remained, a subtle signal that a new offensive was imminent.

An atmosphere thick with tension and apprehension settled over the scene, and all present held their breath in collective anticipation.

"Boom———" Suddenly, a thunderous roar ripped through the oppressive silence of the Shura Blood Territory, heralding the commencement of Tian Sha's onslaught.

This time, he wielded a technique known as 'Blood Demon Flood Sky,' a forbidden art of staggering might, potent enough to make celestial bodies tremble and vast landscapes shatter.

The colossal fist, cloaked in Netherworld Power, descended like a black hole, threatening to consume all before it. With an apocalyptic momentum, it slammed towards Lin Dong.

Despite Lin Dong's strenuous efforts to resist, the strike hit him with the force of a colossal hammer. His entire body was propelled backward by the immense power, and fresh blood erupted from his mouth, painting his clothes crimson.

He managed to rise unsteadily, his face ashen. Yet, his gaze remained resolute, never hinting at surrender.

Tian Sha materialized in the air, his voice like ice, sharp and cutting. "You still haven't employed Sword Two. You won't get another opportunity."

His words struck Lin Dong's heart with the chill of deep winter.

Within the suffocating darkness of the Shura Blood Territory, Lin Dong's attention occasionally drifted to the blood-splattered perimeter. A subtle disturbance stirred within him.

"Could it be... he isn't coming?" The question echoed in his thoughts, tinged with a hint of disappointment.

The 'he' Lin Dong contemplated was none other than the fabled White-clad Blood Monk.

If this figure were to arrive and offer aid, the present dire circumstances might just be overturned.

However, as moments bled into one another, the Shura Blood Territory remained eerily silent, devoid of any other presence.

Lin Dong's brows knitted slightly, the nascent hope within him gradually solidifying into unyielding resolve.

If the White-clad Blood Monk truly remained absent, Lin Dong faced two stark choices: either unleash Sword Two, a technique brimming with boundless power but also fraught with immense peril,

or, he could dare to ingest the legendary "Water Origin" to bolster his strength, all while risking the same terrifying possibility of falling into utter ruin.

Just as Lin Dong grappled with this internal turmoil, Tian Sha's peculiar laughter suddenly shattered the oppressive quiet. "Still pinning your hopes on a savior? Heh, I've already told you, no one can rescue you now."

Tian Sha's pronouncements dripped with mockery and unshakeable confidence. He genuinely couldn't fathom why Lin Dong, even facing such an abyss of despair, could still cling to hope.

In his estimation, this Shura Blood Territory was destined to be Lin Dong's final resting place; any external succor was merely a futile delusion.

Yet, precisely as Tian Sha's words concluded, a dazzling, magnificent Buddha's light suddenly blazed forth from beyond the confines of the Shura Blood Territory.

This divine radiance, akin to the dawn's first tender rays, pierced the gloom within the territory, ushering in an unheralded sense of hope and comforting warmth.

Concurrently, a profound and solemn voice, intertwined with a sonorous Buddhist chant, slowly resonated: "Amitabha. It is truly unexpected that even 'you' have arrived!"

This voice seemed to carry an inherent enchantment, causing the previously arrogant and overbearing Tian Sha's countenance to instantly turn grave, undergoing a drastic transformation.

He had never conceived that within this supposedly impregnable Shura Blood Territory, beyond any possibility of intrusion, such a formidable being could manifest, stirring a palpable sense of apprehension within him.

A flicker of disbelief danced in Tian Sha's eyes as he murmured, "You've actually come!"

"Lin Dong's earlier Space Communication Talisman... it was actually dispatched to you!"

In that instant, a bitter regret washed over him for not having exerted his full might to intercept that crucial Space Communication Talisman.