Chapter 220

Chapter 220: Indestructible?

Intuition had always been something special for Zhang Yang; he trusted it without question.

Yet, Shui Lianyi’s grave warning echoed in his mind once more:

Never touch anything!

Otherwise, unimaginable horrors will be unleashed!

The battlefield will be reignited, and you could perish here, dragging the entire Daybreak Phoenix Ruins into disaster.

However, despite her warning, the urge to destroy this drop of blood was overpowering. It surged within him, threatening to overshadow all logic and caution.

He fixed his sharp gaze on the drop of blood.

Within it, a terrifying vision emerged.

A monstrous hound, wreathed in hellish flames, exuded an aura of pure menace, as if it had crawled up from the very depths of hell itself.

A Hellhound!

Zhang Yang had heard of them before.

It was said that before the Eternal Night, during the age of the Great Races, humanity had emerged victorious, ruling the vast world for an extended era.

During that time, countless unique species had existed—beings almost ghostly in nature, as though they had been born from the underworld itself. When defeated by humanity, they had supposedly retreated underground, forming a truly terrifying domain known as Hell.

Among them were the hellhounds!

Moreover, in humanity’s victorious era before the Eternal Night, hellhounds had not roamed the world.

The sudden appearance of a hellhound here, even if only within a drop of blood, sent a wave of unease through him.

"Earlier, when the crimson lightning appeared, saints heard sounds from beneath the ground—like wicked spirits struggling to rise. Could it have been referring to creatures like this?"

"Are they here to bring about the world’s destruction?"

"In this space-time confinement, why is this drop of blood different? Could this be a pathway for them to surface from underground?"

"This place is already an anomaly, closely tied to the Secrets of Eternal Night. Could it be offering these wicked forces a chance to manifest?"

His gaze darkened as he pondered. Should he ignore it or take action?

Inside the blood drop, the hellhound let out a fierce, bone-chilling howl. Its body, engulfed in raging Hellfire, pulsed with a growing intensity, causing the life energy radiating from the drop of blood to swell.

Zhang Yang’s brows furrowed deeply.

The hellhound became more frenzied, roaring viciously as though struggling to break free from its prison of blood.

"Enough!"

Zhang Yang made his decision.

Boom!

He suddenly launched a powerful punch toward the drop of blood.

A strike empowered by his Diamond Dragon Holy Power, now at small success!

He put all his strength into it.

Not holding back in the slightest.

Boom!

That terrifying punch erupted like a true Diamond Dragon in flight, channeling all its power into Zhang Yang’s fist as it struck the drop of blood with immense force.

Crack!

The blood instantly exploded.

The punch also triggered a fracture in the space-time confinement.

A violent gust of wind surged outward as the blood drop burst, expanding like a raging tornado, threatening to consume the entire realm.

Zhang Yang, caught within the chaos, remained unfazed.

However, the immediate consequence of his attack was the violent trembling of the Hellhound trapped within the blood. It fought desperately against the force tearing it apart, causing the Hellfire around it to flicker wildly. Yet, the Hellhound endured.

Then, in an instant, it broke free from the shattered blood drop.

A massive head, covered in scars, emerged, roaring ferociously as it lunged at Zhang Yang.

The sight shocked him.

But since he had chosen to strike, he would never retreat—his only option was to destroy it completely.

Regardless of fear or surprise, his first instinct was to attack again.

He unleashed his Diamond Dragon Holy Power without hesitation.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

His fists rained down like a storm.

The fearsome Hellhound’s head was battered with endless cracks as it howled in rage, struggling to fight back and escape Zhang Yang’s relentless assault.

They were so consumed by their battle that they forgot everything else.

Unbeknownst to them, their clash had unleashed a force powerful enough to disrupt the space-time around them, causing time to resume its flow.

As a result, many saints—regardless of gender—began to age rapidly. Some, already on the brink of death, perished instantly. The deadly power unleashed claimed even more lives, shattering numerous holy weapons and treasures.

The once-restrained space-time was now in complete chaos.

As Zhang Yang continued his relentless assault, a profound sense of danger surged within him, prompting him to retreat swiftly.

Bang!

A broken holy cauldron, infused with terrifying Holy Might, came crashing down.

Fortunately, he had moved just in time; otherwise, it would have struck him.

However, even the residual force of the cauldron’s impact brushed against him, causing the white bamboo leaves on his forehead to tremble. To his surprise, they absorbed the force entirely, leaving him unharmed.

The unfortunate one was the Hellhound.

Its massive, already battered head took the full brunt of the ruined holy cauldron. Blood splattered as it let out a piercing howl of agony, its skull caving in slightly from the impact.

This was a devastating blow—far more effective than Zhang Yang’s previous critical hits.

Seizing the moment, he surged forward once again.

As the Hellhound staggered, he unleashed a furious barrage of punches, delivering over a hundred strikes before retreating.

Amidst the deafening chaos, a bolt of lightning suddenly descended from the sky.

Holy Lightning—divine punishment from the path of a saint!

It was unclear which saint from the Realm of Thunder had summoned it, but its presence was undeniable.

Though Zhang Yang had retreated, the Holy Lightning was merciless—it struck in a straight line, showing no intention of avoiding him.

Boom!

Once again, the Hellhound bore the brunt of the attack.

In that moment, divine light flickered in Zhang Yang’s eyes.

It was either an illusion or an instantaneous burst of understanding—he watched as the Holy Lightning pierced through the Hellhound’s head, splattering blood in all directions.

A realization struck him.

He faintly grasped the essence of Holy Lightning, sensing its connection to his Slaughter Thunder Power—specifically, it was killing thunder.

Through the lightning’s energy, he instinctively reverse-engineered his own power.

It was a moment of enlightenment, a fleeting yet profound imprint upon his mind.

But there was no time to dwell on it.

He had only one goal—to obliterate the Hellhound.

He launched another attack.

In a blur of movement, he threw over three hundred punches.

The Hellhound, battered by Zhang Yang’s relentless strikes, the broken holy cauldron, and the devastating Holy Lightning, could no longer resist.

Yet, its terrifying nature persisted—it refused to die.

At the same time, a renewed sense of crisis surged through Zhang Yang.

He swiftly retreated once more.

By now, the entire realm was in utter chaos. Holy powers rampaged uncontrollably, saints fell, and holy treasures and weapons attacked indiscriminately, making the battlefield a place of pure devastation.

Crack!

This time, a holy sword streaked through the air.

By sheer luck—or perhaps by deliberate aim from its master—the blade severed the Hellhound’s head cleanly.

Before Zhang Yang could even feel relieved, a deafening roar reached his ears.

He turned his gaze—his expression changed dramatically.

A great river was rushing toward him.

It was no ordinary river.

It was a Holy River, a divine treasure in itself.

Some unknown saint had somehow transformed an entire river into their holy weapon.

Without hesitation, he chose to… run!

He activated Three Steps of Mountains and Rivers to its fullest.

As he sprinted, he suddenly felt his clothes tighten. Glancing back, he was both shocked and furious—the battered Hellhound’s severed head had latched onto his clothing.

It was still alive!

This left him stunned. What kind of creature could survive decapitation?

There was no time to dwell on it.

The Holy River’s waters surged forward, obliterating everything in their path.

Despite his enhanced speed, even Three Steps of Mountains and Rivers wasn’t fast enough—the Holy River was closing in.

With no other choice, he leaped behind a broken holy treasure grinding wheel that had been flung into the battlefield.

Boom!

The Holy River crashed down upon him. The grinding wheel groaned under the immense force, creaking as if it would shatter at any moment.

The sheer destructive power caused the white bamboo leaves on his forehead to tremble violently, unleashing a radiant glow to counteract the water’s devastating impact as it seeped through the cracks in the grinding wheel.

Thinking quickly, he left the Hellhound’s head outside the protection of the grinding wheel, using the Holy River’s raging currents to destroy it.

In mere moments, the Holy River surged past.

The grinding wheel was swept away, spinning wildly into the distance.

Zhang Yang turned to look back.

To his astonishment, the Hellhound’s head remained, but now, all its flesh and blood had been stripped away. Only a skull remained.

And yet, it was still alive, still biting down with relentless determination.