I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 3993 - 1904: Owl Rainbow

Chapter 3993: Chapter 1904: Owl Rainbow

“This is…”

Far off in the extreme south of Yin Cao, Hong was already visibly shocked as her hair suddenly lifted, fluttering wildly.

Her body involuntarily drawn forward, even her dress seemed on the verge of tearing, dragged into the battle.

“Qingfeng · Heavenly Unravel!”

Bazhun’an paid no heed to the rear of the battlefield.

With a single call, the divine palace at Yin Cao was entirely shaken.

Be it the people of the former Ghost Buddha Realm behind, or the surrounding Phantom City soldiers ahead, they were all swept away like rootless duckweed, lifted into the sky by the wind.

A fierce gale arose, suddenly tearing through the space, and before it could take form, it gathered scattered remnants of soldiers and broken blades from everywhere.

Then, nine world-ending Astral Wind tornadoes surged from the ground, roaring towards the Judge of Death.

“No!”

Wails echoed everywhere.

This time, it was the cultivators of the Ghost Buddha Realm who panicked first.

This tornado that appeared like a natural disaster, visible to the naked eye, was enough to tear apart more than just one city, one realm.

If truly dragged inside, what then?

One might not even have a complete corpse!

Fortunately, this sword from Bazhun’an was not aimed at those behind; it was merely the residual force of the Heavenly Unravel.

Elder Wuyue stood in place, his clothes tearing with a sizzle.

Watching as the uncontrollable tornado sucked in the gathered ancient swordsmen and spiritual cultivators, he furrowed his brows and raised a single arm.

“Green River Sword Realm.”

The void cracked, transforming into tens of thousands of miniature swords of the space.

Tens of thousands of swords swished, weaving a green torrent, crisscrossing and blocking the front, forming a barrier as if to isolate the battlefield.

Yet the power of the world-ending tornado was too immense.

It even twisted and destroyed the tens of thousands of summoned Mo Swords, ready to twist them into the storm.

Elder Wuyue clenched his fingers, shifting and changing his techniques.

“Condense!”

The shattered barrier of the Green River Sword Realm transformed into tens of thousands of streams of green light.

Before being drawn into the tornado, they coalesced into a gigantic green Mo Sword.

“Slash!”

With no desires, it slashed with the momentum.

Across Yin Cao, a massive sword as large as a city cut through north and south, severing the Path and Method, briefly carving out a safe zone at the rear.

In the former Ghost Buddha Realm, the demi-saints dared not hide further; they simultaneously exerted their strength, expanding the holy realm, merging and cobbling together, barely shielding this self-exiled safe zone.

This allowed the ancient swordsmen and spiritual cultivators sucked away by the tornado to safely return to ground.

Hong, surviving the disaster, gazed on in horror.

Looking at the relentless nine blue Astral Wind tornadoes, the golden apricot in her hand trembled uncontrollably, unable to suppress her voice:

“Qingfeng Heavenly Unravel, stronger than the insane eagle’s Heavenly Unravel by more than just double!”

…

More than “more than double”?

The blue tornadoes formed from nowhere, stirring Yin Cao’s divine palace, puncturing nine large holes in the sky.

This perfect divine palace, without the Lord of Divine Court present, seemed less indestructible, showing signs of being breached.

And if one were to closely inspect.

This tornadoes’ power carried more than the might of the famed sword’s Heavenly Unravel.

Every Astral Wind contained tribulation thunder sword cognition, accompanied by the added power of ten thousand famed swords from the Sword Sea.

Choosing the location for the nine winds was meticulous.

Eight reckless forces were directly torn apart, sealed within the eight tornadoes, unable to escape or break free.

Cognition, Fame, Thunder, Unravel.

Yin Cao would finally experience four unheard-of, unseen elements of mysterious powers, intertwined together, trapping the eight reckless forces lacking wisdom…

How could they break free?

They simply couldn’t!

“Uh ah ah—”

Amidst the screams, the eight reckless forces were tossed and cut within the world-ending tornado.

Black energy surged from the wounds, the forces like fish meat on a cutting board, subjected to the storm.

Within mere moments, their colossal bodies that swelled to hundreds of feet from the Aura of the God of Death were sliced back to original form, into fragments.

Completely, reduced to dust.

“Six breaths!”

From the rear, Hong shrieked sharply.

The eight reckless forces, after the appearance of the world-ending tornado, lasted only six breaths before their bodies and spirits perished instantly.

The familiar black mist burst forth, unable even to fall to the ground immediately, sucked into the Astral Wind tornado.

The blue tornado transformed into a black storm.

After tearing apart the eight reckless forces, its momentum remained undiminished, even exceeding, still advancing towards the Judge of Death!

“Protect—”

The fat-headed, big-eared monster screeched sharply.

The nine palace Yama had intended to capture the leader first, simultaneously darting towards Bazhun’an as the world-ending tornado charged at the Judge of Death.

Bazhun’an smirked vaguely, seemingly having anticipated everything.

As expected, as the Judge of Death spoke, the nine palace Yama had to turn back midway, rushing back to the Judge’s location.

This retreat rendered all initial buildup and feigned moves futile.

But what other options are there?

Bazhun’an remained unscathed, having fought thus far.

While their king not only faced capture but imminent execution on the spot!

“Form the array!”

The black and white twins shouted loudly.

Their scythes crossed, the Aura of the God of Death surged around them, seemingly integrated into a certain array eye in Yin Cao’s divine palace, their figures transformed into green light and vanished.

“Ten Palace Samsara · Spirit Moving Ancestor Array!”

Below the heavy coffin, with the Judge of Death at the center, unfolded a vast, grand complex array diagram spanning tens of thousands of miles.

Beneath the high altitude battleground, each center in the former ten city locations, the residences of the ten palace Yama, the majestic ten ghost halls took flight.

The ten palaces expanded in the sky, likewise releasing the overwhelming Aura of the God of Death into the ten array eyes of the Spirit Moving Ancestor Array.

The nine palace Yama simultaneously took their positions.

Each commanded a bone dragon, returning above their original ghost halls, standing with weapons, enhancing the array.

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