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Wu Hen reached into his own chest and pulled out the Sword of Death Omen from within.

The black, shadowy blade resembled a nimble Witch Dragon, its slender tail winding around Wu Hen's arm, fusing with his bloodline. The dragon's lean and fierce body transformed into the Cold Curved Sword. Around the blade, red phantom-like fibers coiled like sacred down, or perhaps like ashes formed from the heat of the blade...

The speed was swift, almost a flash. As the blade swept past like a dragon through water, its majesty was overwhelming. The Mourning Robe Sky Rhinoceros, under the oppression of the Law, was likewise unable to discern Wu Hen's movements, merely feeling as though a living Heavenly Dragon had unleashed its claws, pouncing towards it, the chill piercing into its soul, mysteriously spreading throughout its body, freezing its joints solid.

"Whoosh!"

A streak of cold light passed, and the two forelimbs of the Mourning Robe Sky Rhinoceros were severed, a deep Sword Trace also appearing on its neck.

Regardless of whether this Mourning Robe Sky Rhinoceros was still Liang Shou, it at least retained some of Liang Shou's memories. It had once crossed hands with Wu Hen in Red Port, yet at that time, the other party had not even drawn a weapon.

Now, seeing the sword that could easily sever its own forelimbs, the Mourning Robe Sky Rhinoceros was filled with astonishment.

It even cast a glance towards the direction of the Jade Lady Mantis, a question rising in its mind: Wasn't it agreed that this high-dimensional body was indestructible within the Heavenly Brilliance Realm?

Wu Hen's sword wind was sharp, slashing repeatedly. After devouring the soul breath of the First-class Heavenly Brilliance Candle, the sharpness of the Sword Spirit Dragon had advanced another level, particularly the blade's Feather Ash, resembling the continuous heating of an already iron-slicing Divine Weapon. The combination of high temperature and sharp blade endowed it with the cutting power of a Laser Treasure Blade, which could slice open all armor with just a touch, absent Wu Hen's tremendous swinging force.

The red Feather Ash was clearly a recent evolution of Little Yi's ability. It kept the entire blade in a scorching, crimson state during battle. Moreover, as Wu Hen continuously swung his sword, the blade friction with the air elevated its temperature ever higher. Gradually, with each slash from Wu Hen, a large amount of crimson Feather Ash was produced, sometimes like a dragon emerging from the abyss, other times a storm of migratory birds, or even as heavenly wings of drooping clouds, extravagantly beautiful yet like nature's disasters, instilling fear in all living creatures!

Wu Hen clearly felt the difference in the Sword Spirit. Even all of his moves adhered to some ancient combat memory. He only needed to focus on the enemy's techniques. As for how to slaughter the foe, the shared soul memory contained fierce and potent sword movements that guided his body to execute the deadliest slashes.

Everything became exceedingly calm and natural, Wu Hen even entering a state of sword enlightenment. A wealth of combat knowledge flooded into his mind, containing countless ways to sever an opponent's head and countless methods to block an adversary's attacks. And among these ancient battle intents, mastering just one or two moves already enabled him to effortlessly confront the enemy before him.

No wonder Little Yi would scornfully criticize the Ominous Bronze Spear; a weapon that doesn't come with its own martial arts cannot be called a Divine Weapon.

In the midst of battle, an epiphany struck as if stepping into an ancient Martial God Altar, where all the mighty sword techniques were etched on the mottled ancient walls. Whenever the Mourning Robe Sky Rhinoceros would launch a terrifying killing move, a Martial Arts Map would light up on these ancient walls, and in the next instant, all the techniques and maneuvers from the map would imprint onto one's body. With absolute focus, the essence of the Martial Arts Map would be skillfully executed, neutralizing the opponent's offensive!

The Mourning Robe Sky Rhinoceros was the ultimate evolution of the tyrant tiger armor, its combat capability absolutely perfect—speed, strength, explosiveness, defense, and the aurora spiritual ability granted by its mourning robe horned wings enabled it to wield destructive power in an instant that was second only to a true high-dimensional insect.

Even under the suppression of the Nuwa Law, which only suppressed the basic values of its body, it could still exert energy surpassing that very law with its mourning robe horned wings...

The person before it should have been easily crushed underfoot, dignity shattered first, followed by soul annihilation, yet the reality was entirely different from what it had anticipated.

This compelled it to fall back into doubt, and involuntarily, its gaze shifted once more toward the direction of the Jade Lady Mantis.

Was the high-dimensional insect's carapace not as robust as imagined, or was the opponent in front truly no ordinary individual?

Amidst its doubt, the Mourning Robe Sky Rhinoceros lost another arm—its own left arm from its time as a Human Clan member. Being not fully transformed, the severing of the arm caused blood to spurt wildly, and pain drilled through its body like a sharp auger.

Liang Shou vividly remembered that, upon transformation into the Mourning Robe Sky Rhinoceros, the pain should have significantly decreased.

To a high-dimensional insect, pain was meaningless; it only transformed brave warriors into cowards, including those Red Zhe Insects whose sense of pain was dull...

Yet after losing its left arm, it felt pain more unbearable than ever before, forcing it to look down at its wound.

Those high-temperature Feather Ashes were swirling around the wound, they were the source of the intense pain emanating from it.

It flapped its mourning robe horned wings, attempting to form a dazzling aurora around itself to drive away the encircling Feather Ashes, but soon it realized that these blazing Feather Ashes filled its surroundings. They were the Sword Traces left by Wu Hen's slashes, and as Wu Hen waved his sword tip through the air, these Sword Traces seemed to awake once more. They resembled hundreds of Divine Weapons dancing in unison, intertwining in space to draw out a Soul-cutting Map with their scorching Feather Ashes!

The Mourning Robe Sky Rhinoceros was pale with shock. Still vexed by the pain the tiny Feather Ashes brought, it was like a traveler whose vision was obstructed by mere feathers, head raised, continuously swatting away, unaware that just ahead lay a colossal cliff of death.

The Soul-cutting Map was a crimson color, composed of countless Feather Ashes. Not far away, Wu Hen merely pointed his sword tip at the Mourning Robe Sky Rhinoceros, launching innumerable strikes through the air. They were like the countless autumn leaves carried by a sweeping sword wind, and though these autumn leaves were exceedingly sharp and lagged behind, the interwoven Sword Map that followed was astonishingly powerful.

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In an instant, the armor of the Mourning Robe Sky Rhinoceros shattered and was sliced apart, and the agony that previously stemmed from Feather Ash drilled into him from every wound on his body, piercing straight into his soul.

It wailed, suffering a slow execution that stripped it of its highly cherished high-dimensional armor, leaving behind nothing but a human body.

The flesh was riddled with holes and penetrated by countless soft tentacle-like tissues, as hideously altered as a Biochemical Transformation Person, utterly different from the aesthetic of a true high-dimensional insect.

Wu Hen pulled Liang Shou's body out of the high-dimensional armor, looking at this watchdog of the high-dimensional insect with pity.
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If people don't realize that the soul is the essence of life, then what's the point of transforming into a magnificent body? If the soul is enslaved in the armor in the most debasing way, it's worse than a small creature that lives and dies within a day, at least they live a life of freedom and joy.

"What she gave you was nothing but an exoskeleton shed by a high-dimensional insect, this armor holds not a spark of life, you pick it up, treat it as a treasure, attach it to your own living flesh, and weave a decent cloak for yourself, do you think you have become a high-dimensional insect?" Wu Hen looked at the emaciated Liang Shou, his eyes showing no sympathy, only sadness.

This was not the door to the evolution chain of life; it was purely slavery and transformation.

The thought that even a loyal hound like Liang Shou ended up in such a state, how could one expect Chu Zhi to treat all of humanity kindly?

'Non-members of our species will surely have different hearts,' is an absolute truth.

Even if there are truly good people in a faction, those with a Bodhisattva's heart, the people with a Bodhisattva's heart will never hold the highest power in that faction. They can't be absolute masters in their own faction, so how could they decide the fate of life for other species?

Entrusting one's survival to a high-dimensional faith is no different than deciding one's life by rolling dice.

A lovable and kind girl raising a brood of silkworm babies, taking meticulous care and showing earnest affection, but in the end, she will inevitably flush them down the drain when the silkworm babies turn into moths that frighten her.

On the road ahead, humanity will undoubtedly encounter beings that demand their reverence, beings that might also hold goodwill, but shall they entrust their properties, lives, and the destiny of their entire race to such high-dimensional beings?

Wu Hen came to understand Li Feng's perseverance and stubbornness more and more.

At the same time, Wu Hen also understood that there will be fewer and fewer people who will stick to this path. Out of the several billion people across the globe, only a handful might genuinely reach the Human Holy Realm in the end.

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Elsewhere, the Earth's plates began to split, and the Queen's blades of the Jade Lady Mantis elegantly sliced the small planet like a piece of fruit.

Massive amounts of magma and black gravel gushed from the ground, forming tsunamis of fiery red and dark grey that gradually engulfed the fortress as well as Lun Mountain City.

A Lun Mountain City that could house millions of people was buried like that, the human tide, even less significant than ants, perish continuously under the pulsing force.

The Jade Lady Mantis' loathing for humans reached its peak.

It grasped the Ksitigarbha Guardian Palace from afar, tossing the dying creature carelessly towards Lun Mountain City as if it were trash.

The Ksitigarbha Guardian Palace flattened an area of the bustling city, and some of the weaker Spirit Awakeners couldn't escape their fate either.

Only when the Jade Lady Mantis smelled the scent of human death, did it show a trace of satisfaction. Any creature's inner rage needs to be vented, and the most direct way to do so is through slaughter, the beauty of mountains of bones is no less than that of mountains of jewels.

Being naturally bloodthirsty, once the Jade Lady Mantis began its slaughter, it became increasingly obsessed and insane.

However, she did not rush to strike at Lun Mountain City; instead, from tens of kilometers away, she retrieved the Mechanical Mouse hidden within the remnants of the mountain.

Rat was pulled back to the Jade Lady Mantis by some strange power and subsequently impaled on the tips of its claws.

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