Before, when the Nine-Palm Command and Red Granny were engaged in a fierce battle, Wu Tie, who was watching from a distance, couldn't make out their movements at all.
Once the Eight-Palm Command made a move, Wu Tie was shocked to find that he still couldn't see their movements clearly.
With a light shout from the Eight-Palm Command, a sharp sound of a blade unsheathing came, and suddenly, Wu Tie was enveloped in darkness.
Darkness descended.
A pitch-black void surrounded him from all directions.
It was as if the heavens and earth were shrouded in a black mist, with no light in sight.
The heavy darkness felt tangible, collapsing and pressing from all directions. Wu Tie couldn't see, couldn't hear, and even through his tight-fitting armor, he could feel the sticky and moldy darkness as if it were thick fish scales clinging to his skin.
Every pore felt clogged, unable to sense any information from the outside world.
Even the invisible force field created by his talent skill, "Control of Heaven and Earth," was oppressed by the heavy darkness, unable to extend more than three feet away from his body.
Within three feet, Wu Tie could still barely sense the movements around him through the force field, but beyond that, it was pitch black and empty, as if he were standing in an endless void of darkness, desolate and without support, causing fear and despair to well up deep within him.
"Chi!"
A flash of electricity shot through the darkness.
It was the Eight-Palm Command's blade attacking, with a straight thrust aimed at Wu Tie's neck.
Wu Tie quickly put his helmet back on and swung his long spear in an arc to block the Eight-Palm Command's straight-attacking blade.
Through the force field, Wu Tie detected the approach of the blade light, but the distance between him and the blade light was less than three feet. Despite Wu Tie's incredibly fast spear technique, the Eight-Palm Command's speed was several times faster. The long spear had just been lifted, and the long blade had already struck Wu Tie's neck.
A loud bang, and sparks flew.
The five-foot blade in the Eight-Palm Command's hand flickered with blood-red light, with fine patterns suddenly lighting up, leaving no trace on the edge of the blade.
Whether it was a sword or a knife, Wu Tie's armor had always been in an unbeatable posture, either breaking or leaving a gap whenever a blade or sword made contact.
The quality of the Eight-Palm Command's straight blade was excellent, and although it couldn't break Wu Tie's armor just like before, it remained undamaged itself.
A tremendous force struck Wu Tie's neck, causing intense pain. He held his breath, feeling as if his neck had been cleaved by a blade, a taste of blood in his throat, even through the tough armor.
Before his body landed, several more flashes of blade light descended from the darkness like lightning, striking down rapidly.
Truly like lightning, Wu Tie could sense the existence of the blade light through the force field, but he couldn't dodge, nor did he have the strength to do so. The blade light descended at lightning speed, and Wu Tie's body seemed to be a leaf in the wind, uncontrollably swirling and flying, cut into pieces by the strikes.
Sparks flew, and the piercing sound of hacking and slashing resonated constantly.
Wu Tie's body spun rapidly, like a windmill, unable to stabilize for a moment.
The cold voice of the Eight-Palm Command came from the darkness, "Interesting, this armor is truly an ancient treasure, incredibly sturdy."
In the darkness, Wu Tie snarled in anger and fear.
He realized that he was not a match for the Three Palm Commands, but he didn't expect the huge disparity in strength between them. Feeling the continuous heavy impact on his neck, chest, abdomen, and ribs, if it weren't for the armor's incredible strength, he would have already died countless times.
"Old Iron... I'm not their match at all!" Wu Tie wanted to shout out, but felt embarrassed and ultimately closed his mouth.
With a loud bang, Wu Tie crashed into a large stalagmite.
His body sank deep into the stalagmite, and the Eight-Palm Command followed closely, bringing countless sharp blade lights, fiercely piercing Wu Tie's body. The intense impact sounds continued, and Wu Tie's body trembled violently. The stalagmite only held for a moment, and Wu Tie broke through it, flying out from behind.
"Damn it!" Wu Tie's body spun rapidly, and his toes accidentally touched the ground. He forcefully planted both feet on the ground.
The ground trembled slightly, and Wu Tie exerted too much force, sinking his lower legs deep into the mud below his knees.
Unable to see, unable to hear, and only able to cover an area of three feet around him with the force field, Wu Tie instinctively exerted all his strength. The long spear swung, producing a sharp sound as it was thrust forward.
The Eight-Palm Command, holding the straight blade, was flying towards Wu Tie from directly in front of him.
The Eight-Palm Command's speed was ghostly fast, but Wu Tie's spear speed was even faster. In the blink of an eye, the spear had nearly reached the Eight-Palm Command's chest.
A strange laugh, and the Eight-Palm Command truly moved like an intangible phantom, rotating around the tip of the spear, silently avoiding the spear's fast stab. Putting away the useless straight blade, the Eight-Palm Command spun behind Wu Tie and suddenly grabbed his shoulders.
The next instant, before Wu Tie could retract his spear, he was lifted up by the Eight-Palm Command.
In the blink of an eye, Wu Tie was lifted to the top of the dome.
"Die!" The Eight-Palm Command got close to Wu Tie's ear and ominously whispered, then with a sharp force, he threw Wu Tie down from thousands of meters in the air.
Wu Tie was abruptly expelled from the dark space created by the Eight-Palm Command, leaving behind the dense darkness. Looking down below, his body was faced with a sharp stalagmite. Ten-some meters long, the stalagmite extended straight into the sky, like a sharp spear.
The Eight-Palm Command possessed immense power, and Wu Tie was falling from a great height at a rapid speed.
In just a moment, the stalagmite was near at hand.
Wu Tie let out a loud shriek and saw his left index finger's first joint suddenly light up.
Intense pain struck, as if his left index finger was being burned by a fierce fire or had turned into a black hole, continually extracting flesh and blood from Wu Tie.
In short, in this instant, Wu Tie had the illusion that his left hand no longer belonged to him. His left index finger twitched violently, and his entire left arm jerked uncontrollably, suddenly leaping up, like a hunting serpent before its prey.
Instinctively, Wu Tie flexed his finger and lightly flicked it.
With the force of a giant crossbow, his left index finger cracked the air, producing a loud boom. It seemed like a casual flick, yet in an instant, his finger had broken the sound barrier.
His fingertip cracked, and the strength carried by this flick was far beyond what his fingertip could endure.
Blood splattered, and even tiny fragments of flesh flew off. With just a light flick of his left index finger, the force it carried easily surpassed what his fingertip's flesh and blood could withstand.
Blood spattered, and countless tiny pieces of flesh flew out. Wu Tie's left index finger flicked, and coincidentally hit the straight blade descending from above.
The Eight-Palm Command's straight blade was over five feet long, with a blade width of only two fingers, long and narrow, emanating a blood-red radiance. Moreover, there were extremely fine blood-red patterns faintly visible on the blade, exuding a suffocating blood-colored coldness.
This was a divine weapon, and as one of the Palm Commands of the Fog Blade, it naturally couldn't be ordinary.
With the immense power of the Eight-Palm Command, this straight blade had clashed over a hundred times against Wu Tie's armor without any damage, proving that this blade was not only excellently forged but also made from extremely precious materials.
The tip of Wu Tie's finger collided with the blade.
Wu Tie suddenly realized that the first joint of his left index finger was vibrating intensely.
It vibrated intensely, just like the Chiyou Tooth of legend. The violent vibrations made it impossible for the naked eye to clearly see the shape of the finger bone.
A piercing collision resounded.
This collision was actually formed by tens of thousands of extremely short collisions. The first joint of Wu Tie's finger bone vibrated violently, and although it seemed like a casual collision, in an instant, his finger bone struck the Eight-Palm Command's blade tens of thousands of times.
A direct confrontation occurred, the blade crashing against the armor. The blade that had clashed with Wu Tie's armor over a hundred times without any damage had now shattered.
Sparks flew, and even the largest fragment was no larger than a sesame seed.
The Eight-Palm Command held the blade lightly and exclaimed in shock, instinctively letting out a scream.
The blade shattered, and even the one-foot-long handle in his hand burst into pieces.
The shattered blade fragments continued to vibrate intensely, and the small fragments disintegrated and broke apart.
Wu Tie subconsciously recalled the legend of the Chiyou Tooth. Anything made of gold or iron would shatter upon contact. As expected, the Eight-Palm Command's blade had shattered.
Besides shattering, Wu Tie also saw...
Not just saw, but his naked eye couldn't clearly see such microscopic changes. It was the force field covering his body that allowed him to see countless extremely bright and fine dots of light swiftly flowing out from the blade fragments, as if they were small streams swallowed up by his first finger bone.
To be precise, Wu Tie's left index finger bone shattered the Eight-Palm Command's blade, extracting a large amount of essence from this rare divine weapon, greedily devouring it.
A tiny, extremely hot energy spurted out from the first joint of the finger bone, like a slender needle, piercing straight into the second joint of Wu Tie's left index finger.
Wu Tie unconsciously glanced at his left index finger.
He instinctively sensed that his left index finger's second joint had become much stronger.
Not only in terms of hardness and flexibility, but also some other changes had occurred. Some strange changes that Wu Tie temporarily couldn't understand... Even the color of this finger bone had become a bit deeper.
The Eight-Palm Command stared dumbfoundedly at his disintegrated sword.
Wu Tie suddenly leaped up, let out a long roar, curved his left index finger, and fiercely flicked it onto the center of the Eight-Palm Command's chest.
In this strike, Wu Tie exerted all his strength.
His left index finger vibrated violently, and with a "snap," the flesh and blood of his entire left index finger exploded, turning into a small mist of blood flying away.
Like a knife piercing tofu, the bone, carrying a deep and unusual color, easily pierced the Eight-Palm Command's sternum.
The Eight-Palm Command let out a cry of pain, spurted out a mouthful of old blood, and stepped on the black mist, quickly retreating backward. Dense crackling sounds came from his chest. Wu Tie's finger had directly shattered all the bones in front of the Eight-Palm Command's chest, almost shattering his entire upper body.
"Old Eight..." The two Fog Blade Commands turned their heads in shock.
Bone Gonggong and Orchid Gonggong burst into laughter and suddenly leaped into the air, pouncing towards the two Fog Blade Commands.
(End of this chapter)