Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 1979: 1458: Sneak Attack (Part 2)

Capítulo 1979: Chapter 1458: Sneak Attack (Part 2)

Han Tong, growing more deranged by the second, unleashed strikes of such devastating might that Li Zhixuan started to falter, slipping into a disadvantaged position as her look became markedly more unkempt.

To be honest, since advancing to the Heavenly Immortal stage, she hadn't faced such a beating; those kinds of ordeals now seemed like relics of the past to her.

However, what remained unknown to Li Zhixuan was that her adversary was equally desperate right then.

He hadn't actually gone insane; rather, he was employing a Secret Technique that drew in ghost energy to amplify his own power. Thus, while Han Tong appeared to have lost control, it was just an act he maintained—he retained full command over his actions.

Yet this Secret Technique harbored a perilous weakness!

It had a very short duration—if prolonged excessively, the ghost energy would genuinely corrupt his body and Spiritual Soul, transforming him into a being that's neither man nor specter.

Therefore, Han Tong was panicking inside, eager to dispatch Li Zhixuan swiftly, but the battle refused to cooperate.

The deadlock persisted for yet another fifteen minutes; at long last, in bitter defeat, he had no choice but to terminate the Secret Technique just in time, returning to his normal state.

“Hm?”

This abrupt shift drew Li Zhixuan's notice, and upon brief reflection, she quickly grasped the situation.

Her enemy had only activated a Secret Technique for a brief power surge—once he couldn't sustain it anymore, the effects wore off immediately.

Surprisingly, Han Tong's power hadn't diminished greatly; he just looked somewhat drained and feeble.

Still, for Li Zhixuan, this presented the perfect opening to turn the tide!

She promptly ingested multiple Pills to replenish her mana, sensing a comforting warmth flood her body right away, coursing through her meridians and settling into her Dantian.

Her aura intensified considerably. After defending for so long, Li Zhixuan now launched a savage offensive.

Endless surges of Sword Qi crashed relentlessly toward Han Tong.

“Damn it!”

Faced with this, how could he fail to see that his deceptions had been exposed, prompting her retaliation?

Li Zhixuan wouldn't squander such a prime chance. Her right hand naturally seized the fractured sword, channeling every bit of her Sword Dao insight into one devastating blow.

Buzz!

An inexplicable vibration emanated from the ruined edge of the broken sword, expanding swiftly. It wasn't Sword Resonance, Sword Light, or Sword Qi—it resembled a plain, unadorned sword slash.

Boom—

When the sword fell, it felt like the heavens and earth were cleaved open—space and time appeared to halt entirely.

Han Tong snapped his gaze upward, his features etched with astonishment. The blow to his spirit defied description—raw, instinctive fear and horror washed over him in chilling tides, threatening to overwhelm him utterly!

“No! How can this be!” he cried out in panic, wildly expending all his remaining mana, summoning hordes of ghostly spirits from his bone saber, which assaulted everything around him chaotically, releasing vast Blade Qi to shield himself desperately.

Nevertheless, he watched as the Sword Qi eroded his barriers fragment by fragment. On the verge of utter desperation, he resorted to his ultimate life-preserving card.

In that instant, a dreadful pull arose from Han Tong’s Dantian. In his bid for survival, he opted to consume the countless ghostly spirits, surging his strength—his mana ignited fiercely, his whole demeanor akin to a Demon God materializing in the mortal realm.

His once-human shape morphed into a azure, monstrous face with protruding fangs. Dark demonic markings etched his flesh, his eyes glowed crimson, and his frame loomed nearly thirty meters tall.

Although this Secret Technique held tremendous potency, capable of snatching triumph from imminent doom and seizing a thread of existence, its downside was infamous: it endured for only a brief span!

Thus, with the upper hand secured, Li Zhixuan avoided rushing to slay him outright—instead, she pursued him relentlessly, denying any possibility of flight.

“Die for me!” Han Tong bellowed, his voice thundering outward like a tempest.

Abruptly, swirling demonic vapors filled the atmosphere. The bone saber he wielded expanded dramatically in the gale, becoming a colossal hundred-zhang blade, charged with unstoppable force as he aimed to cleave through that Sword Qi.

Krakakaka—

The blade and sword collided—two enormous Killing Moves detonated in unison, ripping the stellar void's very essence!

Consider this: the region close to the starry sky's Boundary Membrane boasts far greater resilience than other areas—typical Heavenly Immortals could never achieve such destruction.

But in this very clash, their strikes rendered it possible!

The duo's Killing Moves voraciously consumed one another's essence until eventually, Han Tong’s assault—empowered by his outburst—emerged more dominant, demolishing Li Zhixuan’s Sword Qi after sapping much of its vigor.

However, the lingering Blade Qi remained fearsome, shrieking as it hurtled toward her.

Though she'd poured vast amounts of her essence into her Killing Move and was in dire straits, to bar his escape completely, she lifted her broken sword once more, standing firm right in Han Tong's path, unyielding in the slightest.

She gulped down a massive quantity of Pills at once, without the leisure to process them, converting them straight into torrents of Sword Qi to diminish and repel the residual Blade Qi.

Thankfully, Li Zhixuan withstood this Killing Move, though she appeared even more ragged.

“Get out of my way!”

Han Tong hadn't forfeited his sanity, so witnessing his opponent obstruct his way so doggedly, unwilling to retreat under any circumstances, his restraint shattered as he unleashed a frenzied yell.

“Today, it’s either you die, or I perish! Only one of us leaves here alive!”

Upon hearing this, he plunged into greater frenzy, spiraling from dismay to profound fury.

“Good, good, good! Since you want to die, I’ll grant your wish!”

Han Tong clenched his jaws. He refused to accept that, even after igniting his Secret Technique, he couldn't eliminate a depleted cultivator!

But reality demonstrated that he indeed couldn't…

Li Zhixuan stood like an impregnable, eternal peak, obstructing his path to freedom, offering zero openings.

“Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!”

Han Tong sensed his form disintegrating—his bones, blood, Spiritual Soul, and Dantian all infected by the frigid ghost energy.

Less than fifteen minutes—no, perhaps only half of that—Li Zhixuan needn't lift a finger; he'd perish on his own, reduced to a corpse that's neither human nor ghost.

He lost all composure, hurtling into wild barrages against Li Zhixuan in a frantic grasp for any hope.

Yet regardless of Han Tong's efforts, she parried everything!

In reality, despite her tattered exterior, Li Zhixuan was also at her breaking point—her physique had hit its utmost boundary.

By now, the contest transcended mere strength; it hinged on whose resolve endured longer—solely the survivor would prevail!

And through this grueling confrontation with a genuine Heavenly Immortal, Li Zhixuan comprehended one truth crystal clear: vanquishing Heavenly Immortals proved no simple task.

Were it not for her initial edge from his underestimation, which she'd capitalized upon, the result might have been unforeseeable!

“Even if I have to die, I’ll drag you with me!” Han Tong, perceiving no path to live, now sought solely to pull Li Zhixuan into oblivion alongside him.

With eyes blazing red, Han Tong spat these words. The final flicker of awareness in his stare teetered on the edge of consumption!

“Aaaaahhh…”

He let out a shrill, anguished wail. His immense demonic form abruptly tore open with gash after gash, ebony blood gushing forth, morphing instantly into countless intricate, enigmatic Dao patterns. A frightful ghost spirit—spanning hundreds of feet—gradually took shape.

Phht—

The Killing Move Li Zhixuan had hidden away for ages finally burst forth in that final moment.

A pale, faint Sword Light lanced out, manifesting as a minuscule three-inch sword!

During the shattering of her Lifebound Magic Sword, beyond the portion she clutched, she'd collected fragments of the rest, forging them into this compact Spirit Sword.

But inexplicably, while the tiny sword boasted lethal sharpness, it lacked durability and couldn't confront enemies directly—suited only for surprise assaults.

In a flash, demonic qi dispersed. The ghostly entity's form crumbled to dust and vanished into the breeze.