He reached into his storage ring and pulled out a silver metal bracelet.
Then he slammed it against Su Yu’s chest.
“This is the latest ‘Skyvault’-class individual combat armor developed by the Military Research Academy!”
“It can withstand attacks from Martial Emperor-level opponents and greatly enhance your vital energy and speed in every way!”
Nie Changkong’s eyes were bloodshot as he stared fixedly at Su Yu.
His voice carried an unquestionable resolve.
“Put it on!”
“I’ll burn my Martial Emperor origin later and force open a crack in this abyssal blockade!”
“Escape while you can!”
“Don’t worry about anything else. Run without looking back!”
Nie Changkong’s voice was hoarse, filled with the grim finality of someone prepared to die.
Su Yu’s talent was simply too monstrous.
Even if he had to sacrifice his old life here, he absolutely could not allow the abyssal vermin to snuff out humanity’s future!
He did not know that Su Yu had already broken through. He still thought Su Yu was the same Grandmaster with 120,000 units of vital energy.
For a Grandmaster facing a Demon Saint, death was virtually certain!
He had to survive!
Faced with this desperate situation—one enough to make any Grandmaster collapse—Su Yu remained calm.
His deep eyes did not ripple in the slightest.
The spiritual power of a Martial King spread silently through the surrounding sealed space like invisible tentacles.
He carefully analyzed the situation, observing the abyssal aura that Nie Changkong regarded as a force of pure destruction.
Strands of black mist continuously corroded the fighter jet’s outer shell, trying to force their way into the cabin.
Su Yu’s thoughts shifted.
Without drawing attention, he condensed a trace of dark-gold divine blood at his fingertip—blood that had been compressed tenfold three times.
With a flick of his finger, that trace of dark-gold divine blood shot silently toward a strand of abyssal black mist creeping into the cabin.
Sizzle!
There was none of the bone-deep corrosion he had expected.
Nor was there any foul stench of contaminated vital energy.
The abyssal aura that even Martial Kings regarded with dread vanished the instant it touched the dark-gold divine blood, like a drop of water falling onto a red-hot iron plate.
It evaporated instantly!
Crushed into nothingness by pure force!
A flicker of understanding appeared in Su Yu’s eyes.
So that was how it worked.
The essence of the abyssal aura was an extremely domineering form of higher energy.
He turned to look at the four Martial Kings nearby.
They were exerting themselves to the limit, channeling their Martial King battle aura to resist the invading pressure.
Yet under the corrosion of the abyssal aura, their battle aura was rapidly fading and dissolving.
Ordinary martial artists’ vital energy was simply too low in quality. Against the abyss, all they could do was endure passive depletion and corrosion.
But Su Yu was different.
His vital energy had become dark-gold divine blood, refined through three rounds of compression.
Its quality and density had already surpassed the upper limit of what the abyssal aura could corrode.
Not only was he immune to contamination, he could completely overwhelm it through sheer physical force!
This discovery greatly increased Su Yu’s confidence in the battle to come.
“Don’t just stand there!”
Seeing Su Yu remain motionless, Nie Changkong roared anxiously.
“Put on the armor!”
He grabbed Su Yu by the wrist and forcibly clasped the silver bracelet around it.
Vmmm—!
The bracelet activated instantly.
Silver light, flowing like liquid metal, spread across Su Yu’s entire body in an instant, transforming into a sleek, close-fitting suit of armor brimming with advanced technology.
Su Yu clenched his fist slightly.
The armor’s energy core began to roar.
He could clearly feel his strength, speed, and perception receiving a comprehensive boost!
At that very moment, a sudden change occurred!
The thousand-meter-tall phantom of the Demon Saint above them finally became completely solid.
Those enormous eyes, resembling twin blood moons, locked coldly onto the fighter jet below that was still stubbornly resisting.
The Demon Saint let out a contemptuous, sinister laugh.
It used no flashy technique.
The Demon Saint merely raised one enormous black hand, blotting out the sky.
Then it brought its palm crashing down upon the fighter jet!
Boom—!
Space collapsed inch by inch beneath that single strike!
The terrifying abyssal demonic energy condensed into a tangible palm imprint. Like Mount Tai pressing down from above, it descended with a suffocating force that filled them with despair!
Su Yu’s gaze sharpened.
The dark-gold divine blood within him boiled instantly, and he was about to draw his spear and meet the attack head-on.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
A large hand clamped down hard on Su Yu’s shoulder.
It was Nie Changkong!
The Martial Emperor’s eyes burned with a particularly grim resolve.
“Wait for the breakthrough!”
Nie Changkong let out a roar that shook the heavens.
He flung Su Yu behind him.
Then he shot into the sky!
“Great Desolation—Heaven-Splitting Slash!”
Nie Changkong unleashed every last reserve of his strength, even igniting his Martial Emperor origin as he used his ultimate technique.
A dazzling blade ray hundreds of meters long surged upward against the descending force, cleaving fiercely toward the enormous hand!
At the same time, the four Martial Kings inside the cabin roared as one and unleashed their strongest techniques in coordinated defense!
Bang!!!
An earth-shaking explosion thundered through the heavens!
The fighter jet disintegrated instantly amid the shock waves, scattering into countless fragments.
Nie Changkong’s blade ray stopped the black hand for barely half a second before shattering with a boom.
He coughed up a mouthful of blood, and his body crashed toward the ground like a kite with its string cut.
He had only barely managed to block the attack!
The four Martial Kings were in an even worse state.
They were hurled hundreds of meters away.
More terrifying still, the dissipating abyssal demonic energy clung to their bodies like a parasite burrowing into their bones!
“Argh—!”
The scar-faced Martial King let out a shrill, agonized scream.
The flesh on his left shoulder transformed into foul-smelling pus the instant it came into contact with the black mist.
“Sever!”
Without the slightest hesitation, the iron-willed man swung his blade backward.
He cut away the contaminated area completely, flesh and skin alike.
Blood sprayed wildly!
Cruel.
Utterly cruel.
This was the price of facing the abyss!
High in the air, Su Yu stabilized himself.
He felt the surging power transmitted by the battle armor.
With Nie Changkong and this armor, they might have been able to exchange blows with the Demon Saint.
But Nie Changkong had given the armor to him.
Far above them, the Demon Saint looked down from its lofty position at the human martial artists struggling below like ants.
A cruel, mocking amusement flashed through its ghostly green eyes.
“You dare resist?”
“Interesting.”
“Then turn completely into nourishment for the abyss!”
The Demon Saint smiled.
It slowly raised both hands.
The abyssal domain within a ten-kilometer radius began to boil violently!
All the black mist started surging toward the Demon Saint’s hands.
The sky went completely dark!
A terrifying fluctuation—one enough to make even a Martial Emperor despair and cause heaven and earth to lose their color—began to gather in the Demon Saint’s palms.
Abyssal Execution—The Great Black Heaven: Myriad Tribulations Demon Abyss!
This strike drained all life within a hundred-mile radius.
It was not only meant to annihilate every human martial artist present.
It would also sink the entire land, turning it into an abyssal dead zone that could never heal!
A full-power strike!
One capable of destroying heaven and earth!
On the ground, Nie Changkong rose to his feet, his entire body drenched in blood.
He looked up at the black sphere of destruction that was rapidly expanding in the sky.
Despair filled his eyes.
They could not stop it.
Even if a Martial Saint had arrived in person, no one would dare take the Demon Saint’s fully charged attack head-on!
But he suddenly turned and looked at Su Yu nearby, clad in silver armor.
He could not let Su Yu die here!
Absolutely not!
“Su Yuan!!!”
Nie Changkong let out a shrill roar like a dying beast.
Boom!
The last remnants of Martial Emperor blood within him burned away completely in that instant!
His soul and life force were all transformed into the purest form of power!
He did not choose to attack the Demon Saint.
Nor did he choose to block the fatal strike that was about to descend.
Because he knew it would be utterly meaningless!
He gripped his battle saber with both hands.
Then he cleaved it down with all his might at the iron-solid abyssal seal surrounding them—the final, peak strike bought with the burning of his life!
“Break!!!”
The saber came crashing down!
The void trembled!
On the barrier sealing the Abyss Realm, that desperate strike forcibly carved out a narrow crack just wide enough for one person to pass through!
“Run!!!”
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transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
