What's the use of being good at fighting

The focus returned to Su Ji.

It was a bizarre sensation.

It felt like a mighty river rushing toward the sea had suddenly been dammed.

The boundless power that had been continuously pouring into his body experienced a clear disconnect at this moment.

The invincible golden aura known as providence covering his body was dimming at a visible rate.

It was like a borrowed item whose time for return had come.

"Heh..."

Su Ji twitched the corners of his mouth, showing little panic on his face.

This cheat was something he had gained out of thin air anyway; lasting this long was already an unexpected joy.

One shouldn't be too greedy; knowing when to stop was the absolute truth.

Since his battery life was gone.

He might as well take advantage of the fact that the fire in the furnace hadn't died out yet and burn all the remaining firewood at once!

"Huu—"

Su Ji took a deep breath.

The sky full of purple-black flames around him seemed to receive some kind of summons, frantically converging toward him.

The flames danced, twisted, and stretched.

In a daze, those flames were no longer pure energy, but transformed into blurry human faces.

There was an old farmer sweating profusely in the fields, looking up at the sky, praying for favorable weather;

There was a soldier fighting bloody battles at the border, gripping his spear tightly, roaring to protect his home and country;

There were women in secluded boudoirs, scholars reading by lamplight at night, peddlers shouting along the streets, and high-ranking nobles and generals in the imperial courts.

That was Great Xia.

That was the joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness of billions of living beings; it was the myriad faces of that world.

They might not know Su Ji, nor did they know about this life-and-death struggle happening right now in the abyss of the Great Wilderness.

But karma, sometimes, was just this unreasonable.

Although Su Ji was fighting for his own survival.

He was also fighting for Great Xia, which would fall into endless darkness a hundred years from now.

"Senior Brother..."

Inside his body, Su Jiu seemed to have also felt this grand, trembling will.

"Don't be afraid,"

Su Ji said softly.

He slowly raised his head, his eyes becoming incomparably profound at this moment.

And reflected in those eyes was Zhao Teng's face, twisted and deformed by indignation.

Su Ji's wrist suddenly exerted force.

"Clang—!!!"

The heavy Fallen Dragon Spear let out a high-pitched dragon roar, instantly rising.

The spear tip tore through the void, bringing up a ring of purple-black fire, like the Grim Reaper's scythe, hovering over Zhao Teng's head.

"Smack!"

Su Ji's palm firmly grasped the middle of the spear shaft.

At that instant.

Those blurry human faces behind him all opened their mouths, letting out a silent roar.

That was a roar from another world.

It was the will of countless ants gathered together, wanting to overturn this firmament!

The aura on Su Ji's body climbed to its peak at this moment.

That was no longer the power of a Golden Core cultivator.

It had long surpassed the Soul Formation realm.

That was... the will of heaven from another world!

"Die!!!"

Racing against time, Su Ji spat out only one word.

The long spear in his hand smashed down with a bang!

There were no flashy moves.

It was just the purest, most violent—smash!

Time seemed to experience a brief stagnation at this moment.

The wind stopped, the fire stilled, and even the dust floating in the air froze in mid-air.

Immediately after.

A loud bang capable of shattering souls erupted from deep underground!

The earth cracked open, and rock layers shattered.

A dark red pillar of fire with a diameter of hundreds of zhang, like the earth's core fury suppressed for billions of years finally finding an outlet, rose from the ground to the heavens!

It didn't shoot straight into the sky.

Instead, it carried a spiraling momentum, like a maddened primordial fire dragon opening its bloody maw!

That was no ordinary fire.

That was a torrent containing endless willpower, providence, baleful aura, and Su Ji's entire spirit and energy!

Light.

An indescribably blinding light instantly swallowed everything.

Rock walls, rubble, in front of this radiance, all turned into nothingness.

Zhao Teng only felt a bloody red before his eyes.

He couldn't see anything.

That kind of brightness wasn't just dazzling; it carried a terrifying penetrating power, directly burning his retinas and stinging his divine soul.

Tears flowed uncontrollably, instantly evaporating from the high temperature.

Even when he closed his eyes, his field of vision remained a blood-like crimson.

"Ah..."

Zhao Teng opened his mouth, wanting to scream.

But he couldn't hear his own voice.

Because the surrounding rumbling sound was simply too loud, so loud that it had exceeded the limits of hearing, leaving only a buzzing in his head.

Next came the heat.

Indescribable heat.

The golden battle armor he was so proud of turned completely red the moment it touched the fire pillar.

"Sizzle—"

That was the sound of flesh being cooked by a high-temperature branding iron.

The golden armor was no longer a barrier protecting him; instead, it became an instrument of torture imprisoning him, tightly stuck to his body, unreservedly transmitting that piercing agony to his every nerve.

"No..."

"I... I am Zhao Teng..."

Zhao Teng roared madly in his heart.

He wanted to mobilize the spiritual energy in his body, wanting to summon the surrounding heaven and earth spiritual energy to protect himself.

But...

There was no response.

The spiritual energy that used to obey his every command and move like his own limbs now acted like subjects meeting their king, defecting one after another.

Not only did they not come to protect him, but they also cheered and surged toward that pillar of fire, willing to act as firewood to make the flames burn even more fiercely!

This feeling... was too despairing.

It was like an emperor stripped of all his power, standing in a circle of rebels, watching his subjects raise their butcher knives one by one.

And Su Ji, whom he viewed as an ant, was now standing in the center of that fire pillar, like a judging deity.

"Unacceptable..."

A muffled, indistinct low growl came from Zhao Teng's throat.

He wouldn't accept this!

He hadn't lost yet!

He still had trump cards, he still had...

However.

That heatwave, scorching enough to melt a soul, gave him absolutely no chance to argue.

It barbarically poured in through Zhao Teng's open mouth.

His tongue instantly blackened, and his vocal cords carbonized directly.

All his unwillingness, all his anger, were forcefully shoved back into his stomach by this heatwave.

It could only turn into a final, extremely shrill scream that came to an abrupt halt.

"Ahhhhh—!!!"

The moment the sound rang out, it was completely drowned by the rumbling.

That heaven-reaching pillar of fire, carrying an unrivaled might, thoroughly swallowed that golden figure.

...

Several miles away.

The Pavilion Master of Tingfeng had just persuaded a group of cultivators who were preparing to come over and try their luck to retreat.

He suddenly turned his head, looking at that terrifying pillar of fire that shot into the sky, dyeing the entire sky of the Great Wilderness purple-red. On his face, which all year round wore a calm and indifferent expression, a look of absolute horror appeared for the first time.

"This..."

That terrifying heatwave, even from several miles away, still made his mouth feel dry.

This commotion was simply too massive.

That massive fire dragon, over three hundred meters in diameter and a thousand meters high, was enough for the entire Great Wilderness to see clearly.

"Kid, you are truly amazing..."

"I really, really want to help you..."

"But..."

"What use is your martial prowess?"

"It is not that I refuse to loose the hawk until I see the hare..."

"But rather..."