As black threads coiled around Lu Zhi’s neck, Di Meila’s five fingers tightened. However, Lu Zhi’s head did not fall.
*Crackling—*
It turned out Lu Zhi had placed the Silver Dragon Spear before him, tangling the black threads. As Di Meila pulled tighter, the Silver Dragon Spear thrust back.
Di Meila’s five fingers tightened the black threads violently, a ferocious glint flashing in his eyes. He allowed the Silver Dragon Spear to pierce through his chest, then tightly gripped it and yanked forcefully.
The tip of the Silver Dragon Spear, embedded in Di Meila, was gripped by Lu Zhi. The spear in his hand, along with his body, was suddenly pulled forward.
Lu Zhi’s eyes flickered. His ears twitched, and instinctively he tilted his head. A black thread whizzed past his earlobe, wrapping around the spear.
A drop of blood fell from his wounded earlobe onto his shoulder, blooming into a red plum blossom, stark and dazzling against his white clothes.
“Without your weapon, how do you fight me?” Di Meila seemed unfazed by the pain. He had used his physical body to restrain Lu Zhi’s Silver Dragon Spear. Black threads quietly spread like a net, rapidly constricting around Lu Zhi.
Lu Zhi yanked hard on the spear shaft. A green light flashed within his black and gold pupils: “Manluo.”
*Swish—*
Green and gold vines, like blooming flowers, instantly enveloped Lu Zhi. The black threads followed closely, but could only leave shallow marks on the vines.
Upon seeing the vines, Di Meila seemed to harbor some apprehension. Inside the vines, Lu Zhi held the spear shaft with both hands, and a clear, killing energy erupted. Di Meila felt a sense of foreboding and wanted to retreat, but it was too late.
He had used his body to control the Silver Dragon Spear, and in doing so, had also trapped his own famed speed.
“Break—”
The Silver Dragon Spear intensified its light. Lu Zhi flicked his arm, and with a hum, the spearhead embedded in Di Meila’s flesh gathered silver light, condensing into a single point, then exploding moments later.
Di Meila let out a pained howl as a large portion of his body was blasted into fragments. He resembled a body missing its upper half, held together by a thin, black mist that maintained the connection between his head, torso, and lower body. He plummeted from the air, crashing into a deep pit.
Red blood threads were spreading within Lu Zhi’s black and gold eyes. The longer he used the power of the imprint, the more pain his body endured. His limit was fifteen minutes, and not much time remained.
“Damn it, damn it, damn it—” The writhing black mist seemed to solidify, connecting Di Meila’s incomplete flesh together, creating a very strange spectacle. He stared hatefully at Lu Zhi, “If only my divinity…”
Suddenly, Di Meila froze. He touched his forehead as if in disbelief. Elation surged onto his face. However, the next moment, his entire face contorted, his eyes turning scarlet and manic as he muttered incoherently, “Impossible, I clearly recovered my divinity, why can’t I restore my soul…”
Lu Zhi looked down expressionlessly at Di Meila, who had suddenly become eccentrically muttering. Cracks had appeared at the corners of his black and gold eyes, like a touch of crimson seeping into his pupils.
Time was running out. His body was reaching the limit of its tolerance for the imprint’s energy.
Lu Zhi tightened his grip on the spear and lunged at Di Meila again. This time, fierce killing intent blazed from Lu Zhi’s eyes. The Silver Dragon Spear vibrated with a humming sound, its silver light splitting into countless blades that crashed down upon Di Meila with a rumble.
After a blast of smoke, the dust settled. Di Meila was pinned to the ground by Lu Zhi’s foot on his head, embedded into the earth. His hands clutched the Silver Dragon Spear. Lu Zhi’s black and gold pupils seemed to be permeated with blood, gradually turning crimson. The veins on his neck appeared as if they would burst through his thin skin at any moment.
The Silver Dragon Spear plunged down.
“I can revive them—” Di Meila screamed in terror.
The Silver Dragon Spear abruptly halted.
Di Meila lowered his eyes, concealing the sinister, fierce light within them. His voice, weak and filled with fear and subservience, pleaded, “I… I am a god. I have the ability to revive them. As long as you don’t kill me, I can resurrect everyone who has died.”
Lu Zhi remained silent for a moment, enduring the pain of his body being strained by the power. His throat rasped, “Now… immediately…”
Di Meila raised his hand towards a corpse in the distance, muttering something unintelligible. The person who should have been dead and still, under Lu Zhi’s wide-eyed gaze, slowly and tremblingly stood up.
Lu Zhi’s eyelashes fluttered lightly. His pupils were fixed on the person standing up, and the hand gripping the Silver Dragon Spear, imbued with power, unconsciously relaxed.
However, in the next instant, with a *thud*.
Lu Zhi’s body trembled. He looked down at his chest, which had been pierced by a hand. The next second, with a dull ache, he was kicked away like an arrow. He landed face first, his head and face ruthlessly ground against the ground. Di Meila’s demonic voice whispered in his ear, “Hahahaha… idiot, how could I possibly have the ability to revive people? The lowly trash should be grateful to me, weeping tears of joy, for killing them with my own hands.”
Lu Zhi’s entire body convulsed violently. He opened his mouth and coughed out a large amount of blood. His eyes were bloodshot, fixedly staring at Di Meila, and at the body he thought had been revived, only to be torn apart. His voice, like a cry of blood, hoarsely roared, “You lied to me, you lied to me, you lied to me—”
As Lu Zhi’s roars grew louder and more furious, a terrifying power surged. It erupted with intense silver light, pushing Di Meila away. The Silver Dragon Spear flew back from a distance. Lu Zhi knelt on one knee, a hole in his chest continuously bleeding profusely, staining the ground.
Sand particles had scraped Lu Zhi’s left cheek and the corner of his eye, and blood flowed from his ruined forehead into his pupils, as if he had become a demon, overflowing with immense rage and killing intent.
The Silver Dragon Spear vibrated intensely, its silver light continuously gathering. A dragon-like phantom emerged from the Silver Dragon Spear, coiling behind Lu Zhi. Its orange-gold dragon eyes carried an endless aura of slaughter as it flew towards Di Meila.
The moment Di Meila saw the dragon phantom, his liver and gall shattered with fear. Without a second thought, he turned to flee. However, the island had a barrier that prevented both parties from escaping. Di Meila was forced to sacrifice his physical body, torn to shreds by the dragon phantom in mid-air, leaving only his head floating in the sky.
Just as Di Meila was congratulating himself that this was Lu Zhi’s final powerful killing blow before death.
The silver light transformed into a long rainbow under the scorching sun. With a swish, it struck Di Meila’s face, which was filled with shocked bewilderment. It fiercely pinned Di Meila’s head to the barrier wall. The destructive force even shattered the impregnable barrier, leaving a crack like shattered glass.
Di Meila, in his final moments, could not comprehend how a human could kill him. He was immortal after recovering his divinity. Why, then, had his divinity shattered…
Lu Zhi’s entire body was dyed red with his own blood. The world before his eyes blurred. The imprint’s power had exceeded its usage limit. The final blow he managed to throw had shattered all the bones in his right hand, and half his body felt paralyzed and numb.
The moment his divine power receded, Lu Zhi finally lost consciousness and plummeted from the sky.
Crimson spider lilies and clusters of crimson moths drifted down from the sky. Shen Qi gently held the unconscious, blood-drenched Lu Zhi in his arms.
His golden-red silver-ringed eyes gazed at the tears at the corner of his eye. He gently licked them away with his finger, his voice as gentle as water, “You’re crying so much, I can’t bear to continue.”