One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

Chapter 688: Chapter 522: Battle of Doomsday_2

“Rise for me!”

Roar!

Tajadon clenched his jaws tightly, anger and ferocity etched on his face, as the dense mass of bloodshot veins in his pupils continued to burst.

With an explosive sound emanating from the ground, boundless strength surged from within him. The enormous Flying Star was lifted inch by inch, faster and faster, until finally he exerted his strength from below. Amidst the swirling dust, the momentum of the Flying Star was reversed, hurled back towards Su Heng by Tajadon.

“Not bad, not bad!”

Witnessing this scene, Su Heng was not shocked but pleasantly surprised.

He stretched out his hand and made a nimble clasp, activating the All Things Return to One Path. The massive and heavy Flying Star instantly spun and shrank continuously, returning to the size of a basin, and was deftly grasped in Su Heng’s hand. Then, with a backhand wave, the blood-red Flying Star, like the rest of the Mythical Battlefield artifacts, formed a dark ring behind him, spinning non-stop, like the halo behind Buddha representing transcendence.

“Being able to catch one of my attacks has proved you’re quite the prey, worthy of being slain. Alas, how will you fend off the next attack?”

No sooner had Su Heng spoken than Indra’s brow twitched fiercely.

One, two, three…

He tilted his head back, looking at the Flying Stars suspended behind Su Heng, the more he counted, the drier his mouth felt, until at last he couldn’t speak, overwhelmed by immense despair, like an insect trapped in amber.

A full thirty-six rounds of Flying Stars, the sea that had separated the northern and southern continents for thousands of years, but from now on, it would not anymore.

Su Heng’s power was nothing short of miraculous, extracting all of the Mythical Battlefield artifacts from the entire ocean. Now, they were directly condensed into weapons—thirty-six rounds of Flying Stars, like a meteor shower streaking across the night sky, burst with dazzling light, yet signifying absolute death and termination, rolling down towards Indra and Tajadon.

Indra closed his eyes, waiting for the impending destruction, but the anticipated pain did not come.

“You are too arrogant, lacking reverence for the power of Constant Star,” Tajadon said, “This world will fall into the Abyss, it is the will of heavens, no one can stop it, not even you.”

Looking at the Mythical World rapidly falling from the sky, Tajadon’s arm muscles bulged and exploded, as he violently reached out and grasped.

In what had been the void of the night sky, as if a curtain was twisted in his palm, ripples stirred.

Crackle!

It was as though a veil was being lifted.

With a forceful swing of Tajadon’s hand, the boundary between reality and illusion shattered.

A torrential tide of chaos, as if washing away, spread out in all directions, the power of Constant Star descended thunderously, and the Flying Stars, like marbles on a bedsheet, were all swept aside. Tajadon’s breathing hastened, the bloodshot in his pupils spreading to his face. Dark, twisted veins bulged, convulsing uncontrollably, evidently placing a tremendous burden on him.

Yet he did not stop, but lifted his arms upward, looking skyward in a prayerful gesture, and his voice became ancient and profound, “Witness now, the true power of Constant Star.”

Su Heng looked up, his gaze finally revealing a hint of solemnity.

First, a winding Blood River emerged, followed by large expanses of soil like rotten flesh appearing in the void, blooming with various flowers oozing pus.

And then there were the endless labyrinths and palaces overgrown with black thorns, adorned with numerous instruments of torture and flayed corpses, an ever-emergent myriad of phantasmagorical spectacles manifesting by Tajadon’s side, collapsing into each other before fusing together. Eventually, indistinguishably, all were absorbed into Tajadon’s body, and a colossal monstrosity of tens of thousands of meters tall appeared before Su Heng.

It vaguely took on a human shape, even the madness of Tajadon’s face could be faintly recognized.

Only upon closer inspection would one realize the monstrous flesh was made of soil, its shoulders were dark palaces with spiked tops, its eyes reflected ever-changing light, and the Blood River hung like a scarlet magnificent cloak upon its shoulders. It seemed to emerge from the deepest of nightmares, its form constantly changing, and even those with the power of Destruction in the realm of longevity would be terrified into a frantic mess upon witnessing this sight.

“Foolish and insignificant humans, have you witnessed my true power? I have been sublimated with the blessing of Heaven of Longevity, and before me, you are but a speck of dust,”

Feeling the surging power within, Tajadon first screamed in delight and then wept bitterly. He howled hysterically at Su Heng, and just a single opening of his huge mouth could swallow Su Heng whole. Alas, the disparity in size did not determine strength, and the power Tajadon wielded wasn’t even his own.

At this moment, Tajadon was nothing more than a puppet being manipulated. Su Heng, too lazy to engage in further dialogue, merely lifted his chin, gesturing for him to charge.

Tajadon’s chaotic thoughts were completely enraged, and a huge hand made of condensed black soil and wrapped by the Blood River reached out for Su Heng.

Boom!

The latter’s body suddenly expanded, revealing its true form.

Layer upon layer of golden halos condensed at the muzzle, a mountainous beam of light shot upwards into the sky.

The orange-yellow atomic flames grew, continuous explosions like fireworks appeared on the giant’s arms, the filler within shedding relentlessly in the chain reactions caused by the scorching heat.

In the end, his entire arm was dismantled with ease by Su Heng, like a toy.

However, such tactics were far from a heavy blow to the creature before him, under the influence of the Heaven of Longevity, Tajadon’s body had already exhibited planetary-level gravity. If its limbs were dismembered, they would reassemble under the gravitational force. Unless every inch of the creature’s flesh was vaporized and destroyed, it would be difficult to completely kill it.

The space around Su Heng distorted, his figure flickered, avoiding Tajadon’s several attacks. Then his eyes lit up, astutely spotting the giant’s weakness.

Rumble!

His Dragon Wings vibrated behind him as he shot up into the sky.

Tajadon summoned countless demons from the Four Great Secret Realms in an attempt to block him, but with a single thought from Su Heng, the demons exploded and were then refined and devoured by the Flesh Furnace, replenishing the strength he had expended in the battle. Reaching a higher position, Su Heng extended his hand and waved, gathering the scattered Mythical Battlefield, which condensed and turned into a Long Spear in his grasp.

Whoosh!

With a bend of his waist, Su Heng hurled the Long Spear with all his might.

Tajadon’s sheer size made it impossible to dodge; he could only raise his arms in a vain attempt to block.

But to no avail, both arms were ripped apart one after the other, and the Long Spear hit the giant’s heart, where the Mythical Battlefield inside exploded one by one under Su Heng’s will. Flares as intense as exploding Constant Stars suddenly appeared in the Heaven of Longevity, the successive shockwaves shredding the chaotic fog for astronomic distances.

If such a strike were to fall upon the real world, it would be enough to exterminate all life on an entire planet. Yet the power Tajadon had obtained from the Heaven of Longevity was beyond that of a planet, and even such a grievous injury did not kill him. Only a large hole had been burst through his chest, nearly splitting his body in two.

Streams of energy trickled from the gaping heart of the giant. Su Heng’s eyes brightened, perceiving a familiar aura amidst those varying glows.

Without hesitation, he retracted his Dragon Wings and dove, like a rapacious predator, toward the giant’s heart.