Chapter 505: Natural disaster manifests
Regardless of the strong wind or the arrow, a huge blazing hollow with a diameter of several thousand meters was melted out in the center of this hurricane.
——Wide area offensive?
With a majestic psychic energy reserve that is dozens of times better than normal psychics of the same level, what Song Shi is best at is wide-area offensive!
Not to mention, the blessing brought by [Heavenly Sun] made every inch and every ray of spiritual energy that made up this wide-area offensive so hot as never before, so intense that it made people palpitate.
Facing the overwhelming rainstorm of sharp arrows, Song Shi responded with a barrage of fire, punching through the former.
There was no need to speak. Otolo was neither sad nor happy. He just took a breath and struck out with another sword. The wind that had originally dissipated suddenly found its backbone, using the long sword as the center, and entangled it. A spiral storm of hundreds of meters broke through the sea of fire with a devouring force.
The effect was not very effective. The Storm Sword did tear apart part of the sea of fire, but the flames were too much, fierce and intense. Almost the next moment, more flames rushed up again, making the former like snow meeting the rising sun, at a speed visible to the naked eye. Attenuation ablation.
But it doesn't matter, Otoro's blow was not intended to be lethal.
I saw that as the Storm Sword rotated at super high speed, the turbulent airflow caused by the previous blow quickly gathered, and the strong wind raged in the sky again!
Naturally, Song Shi would not give him a chance. He was igniting the blazing heavy fire every moment, brewing the power of destruction. In an instant, the strong wind was blasting towards the man.
The stalemate on the wind wall lasted for just a moment, and then it was declared broken. Otolo grunted, and took advantage of this moment to retreat thousands of meters, avoiding a direct attack.
For psykers of this level, especially [Great Source], the attacks of both sides are not limited to inches and feet, but can often cover hundreds or thousands of meters. Although Otolo responded adequately, he still suffered some damage from the aftermath of the blow.
It can be seen that since the war started, the man's meticulously combed hair has become messy. His white shirt had large and small burnt holes, and the burn marks on his body were faintly visible.
Then, just as the last blow ended, Song Shi suddenly came forward again.
The sharp blades formed by the air flow clashed with the sea of fire. In one breath, they collided with thousands of them. As the wind speed increased, Otolo's figure could not even be summarized as "fuzzy". It was like a frame flashing. Generally, it appears anywhere in the wind circle at any time and at any time.
These violent winds are also the result of his creation, a kind of field of his own. Moving here, men feel like a fish in water, faster and with lower consumption.
Too tricky.
Maintaining high-speed maneuvers and avoiding direct damage, Otolo made a judgment in his mind.
The calm state of mind could not help but have shallow ripples at this moment.
The two sides skipped the testing phase, and started to attack with all their strength. This ultra-high-intensity rhythm of attack, so far in the fierce battle, has made me feel increasingly tired, and my spiritual energy reserve has declined significantly, but the other party is not affected at all. Able to squander freely as if it were not exhausted at that moment.
It is not a bloated shell with only appearance.
Under the majestic spiritual energy, his control skills are also exquisite and superb. His combat skills honed from fourteen years of Ranger career are excellent, but in this moment of fighting, he is gradually losing his temper. The trend of not having enough.
And adaptability.
It was obvious that he had just entered the fourth ring, [Sublimation], but apart from the initial brief moment of obscurity, the other party's condition quickly soared. In a vague sense, he was even better than him, who had been immersed in the fourth ring for six years and had achieved three levels. Psykers with a psionic skill are more free to do whatever they want.
It's not even like adapting, it's more like regaining something original.
——No wonder, the clan leader would choose him as the patrol inspector.
Otolo closed his eyes, his figure blurred for a moment, and followed the flow of the wind, appearing thousands of meters away.
He opened his eyes again, and the iron-like indifference returned to his pupils, and his turbulent state of mind smoothed out into a mirror again.
If you look down from a higher place, you can clearly see that the initial confrontation, the storm and the sea of fire dividing the sky, has gradually become a new situation now.
The brilliant red gold continued to swallow up the strong wind, causing the raging storm to shrink little by little, compressing Otolo's activity environment little by little in this unforgettable way. Once the high mobility is lost... no, it should be said that once one side of the [Dayuan] civil war loses on the battlefield, then his defeat is basically visible.
As his thoughts were whirling, Otolo's hand didn't pause, and he slashed his head with a highly concentrated thousand-meter wind sword.
Against the wind sword, Song Shi in the distance paused for a moment, dodged the edge of the sword under the explosion of [Soaring to the Sky], and took advantage of the situation to switch from close combat to long range combat, and added a stream of fire slurry.
High speed, high speed, high speed.
Most of the people who raised their heads could not see through the curtain of raging wind and sea of fire, while the few who barely let their sight see through could only see two wildly turning trajectories across the sky.
Like a child holding a ballpoint pen and scribbling arrogantly on the paper, the two streams of crazy collision left behind criss-crossing trajectories that almost cut the sky into pieces and turned it into a mess.
The once brilliant and powerful Dharma Appearance now has a lot of damage, not just cuts or scratches. The [Wind of Wasteland], with its inhumane violence, forcibly smashed part of the [True Brilliance] Dharma Appearance, turning it into a It has to be bumpy.
Even Song Shi couldn't heal such an injury quickly - the Dharma is an extension of the self, and the damage it endures will inevitably affect Song Shi.
It doesn't matter.
There are obviously signs of damage and disintegration, but this flaming statue is emitting a more intense divine light than when it was intact. The sea of fire surging around it emits a more terrifying heat than it originally did.
【天日】 is still hanging high!
Song Shi felt that every part of his body was burning. As the sky made his spiritual energy stronger and stronger, it also made his load continue to rise. If it continued like this, it would not be surprising even if it burned out.
The wind suddenly began to shrink.
It gave up its original form of continuing to withstand the expansion of the fire. The atmospheric circulation that tore up the sky suddenly collapsed inward, suddenly forming a spherical cyclone with a radius of several kilometers, completely covering Otoro inside.
The sea of fire followed the trend and licked the vacated area greedily. The blessings from [Liaoyuan], [Scorched Earth] and [Rendering] allowed it to penetrate even if there was a slight gap like maggots in the tarsal bones——
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A hand as big as a mountain suppressed the fire.
As if the huge spherical cyclone could no longer bear it, it suddenly began to break and disintegrate. The giant hand made of pure wind was the first to break the outer shell of the cyclone, followed by the second, third, and fourth. A hand, like a majestic existence like a mythical Titan, revealed its body at this moment, occupying the sky.
This is a statue that is several thousand meters tall, barely humanoid, made of pure storm, and has an erratic and vague outline.
It stretched out four arms, one pair of which suffocated the fire, and in the other pair, a thousand-meter-long storm sword slowly took shape.
Looking down at the dust below.
Compared with the wind in the wasteland, what really remains fresh in the man's memory and never dares to forget are the natural disasters caused by extreme weather.
He consulted the archives and engraved this spiritual skill with the ritual of facing the natural disaster. In a sense, this was his dharma.
Psychic Arts.
——[Natural disaster manifested].
(End of chapter)