Chapter 6289 Heavenly Slaughter - Limitless Needle Rain
“Long Chen!” Mo Nian shouted.
He had never expected such a turn of events and no longer dared to be nonchalant.
Four explosions rang out as coffins slammed to the ground. From within, four Sovereign corpse puppets emerged.
Locked in combat with the first puppet, the newly advanced Divine Emperor instantly sensed danger. Just as he was about to retreat, two puppets flanked him, cutting off his path. In the next breath, he was torn apart.
Behind Mo Nian, a giant azure pine soared into the heavens, its divine might radiating like a mountain crushing the world. The next moment, all his puppets charged toward the altar.
The puppets’ attacks caused ripples to appear on the altar’s barrier, but they couldn’t break through it.
“You want to save your companion? Give up. The Dark Master’s divine sense has locked onto him. He has fallen into an endless hell. All that awaits him is the most painful death imaginable,” said the man cloaked in black mist.
“Fuck off! I’ll smash your tortoise shell formation apart, and then I’ll crush your stupid statue!” Mo Nian roared, forming a series of hand seals.
As he did so, the azure pine of his manifestation quivered, and divine radiance gathered on top of him.
The azure pine quivered. Its countless needles thrummed as divine runes condensed upon them—one, two, three... until each needle gleamed with a sharp metallic glow.
“Heavenly Slaughter—Limitless Needle Rain!”
With a final seal, the pine shuddered violently. A storm of divine needles cascaded down like a world-ending torrent on the altar.
The needles tore through the void with ear-piercing sounds. The barrier convulsed under the bombardment, ripples spreading across its surface as millions of glowing needles struck.
The barrier rapidly dimmed, which shocked the experts inside.
Before they could even react to it, those needles tore through the barrier and rained down on them.
The experts tried desperately to resist, but this was no gentle rainfall—this was slaughter incarnate. The needles swirled from every angle as if alive, weaving through defenses and tearing them apart. There was no stopping them.
In an instant, the only survivors were the fifty-odd eight-hundred-flame divine sprouts. The rest were reduced to corpses.
“Die!”
The man cloaked in black mist finally moved.
Nine hundred and one Sovereign flames erupted around him, blasting the needle storm aside with raw might. Then, he lunged toward Mo Nian like a god of slaughter.
Nine hundred Sovereign flames—this level was very close to the limit.
The flames had transformed qualitatively, rendering the pine needles harmless before the mysterious man.
“How dare you ruin the ceremony?! Die!” he roared.
The man’s face was finally revealed—as black as ink and etched with sinister markings. His Blood Qi was dark and somber, so cold that it could freeze a person’s blood and soul.
This man was terrifying, not just for his nine hundred Sovereign flames, but also for the bloodline and talent that empowered them. Mo Nian had spent years in the darkness and knew how cautious he had to be against experts with such a bloodline.
Just as that man approached Long Chen, Mo Nian vanished from his spot. He went along with the rain of needles to instantly appear in front of the giant black spider.
Once he was closer, he realized that this was not a statue but the actual body of a giant spider. A bizarre divine light covered its body, looking both holy and strange.
However, Mo Nian had no time to study it further. With a roar, he summoned a bronze immortal palace.
The bronze palace was covered in rust and broken down, as if it would crumble at any moment. Yet, the instant it appeared, a boundless divine might shook the heavens. It crushed through the spider’s holy glow in an instant and smashed down.
BOOM!
The impact unleashed a storm of qi waves that sent the eight-hundred-flame divine sprouts flying away like ragdolls. Just like that, their formation crumbled, and they could no longer block the rain of needles. Within breaths, the needles swallowed them whole, turning them into pincushions.
Yet, to Mo Nian’s astonishment, the bronze immortal palace that had never failed him before couldn’t smash the spider apart. Black qi coiled around the spider, holding the palace in place. They wrestled furiously, locked in a stalemate.
“How can this be?! Even a Divine Sovereign artifact would crumble before this bronze statue, but this thing won’t break?!” Mo Nian exclaimed, a hint of panic tinged his voice.
At that moment, from Long Chen’s side, a sinister aura erupted—more dreadful even than the spider’s.
While Mo Nian was going all-out, Long Chen was in crisis, drowning in shadow. A monstrous black spider manifested in his mind-sea, radiating endless hatred. Corrupt qi spread like poison within Long chen, infecting even his Divine Gate and starry sea.
This black qi was completely unstoppable—until Evilmoon teleported from the primal chaos space into Long Chen’s mind-sea.
Evilmoon quivered. Like a whale inhaling water, it devoured the black qi.
This black qi seemed to possess its own will. It tried to flee, but Evilmoon’s terrifying suction force didn’t let it get away.
It was over before Long Chen could even react. Evilmoon floated in his mind-sea, still wreathed in darkness.
“What a familiar taste... hahahaha! If there’s meat to eat, who would waste time with grass?! Long Chen, kill it!” Evilmoon shouted, his voice ringing out with savage glee.
In Long Chen’s hands, Evilmoon manifested, its aura now eclipsing even the black spider.
Seeing that Long Chen had managed to recover on his own, Mo Nian sighed with relief. At this moment, Mo Nian was stuck in an awkward position. The spider’s black qi bound his bronze palace, and the latter couldn’t pull away.
“Leave this spider to me. Can you handle that fellow?!” shouted Long Chen.
“If you can really deal with the spider, I’ll guarantee his death!” Mo Nian grinned, his fighting spirit blazing.
“Then we’ll split the work!”
The next moment, Long Chen’s Spiritual Strength erupted, and Evilmoon split into eight titanic blades, stabbing into the ground and enveloping the altar with a murderous domain.
“Long Chen, give me your Spiritual Strength!” Evilmoon howled. “It’s time for me to feast!”