Chapter 2678: The Power of Will! Mind-over-Matter Method
After they entered the Stygian Force Field, their abilities and energy were also suppressed, but their physical qualities were exceptionally strong!
Yakeli, like a blood-red meteor, charged straight toward Wukang!
Wukang's eyes bulged, his muscles swelled all over, his heartbeat like a drum, and the sound of a surging river came from within his body!
"Die for me! Anyone who obstructs the gods' advance shall be eliminated!"
"Dragon Fist!"
He stepped forward and punched fiercely, unexpectedly producing the roars of tigers and dragons!
It was clearly just an ordinary punch, yet it gave a feeling of being perfectly natural, as if it could break through all obstacles ahead, indescribable and inexplicable.
However, Yakeli shouted angrily:
(ꐦ°᷄益°᷅) "What the hell kind of bullshit gods? Tell your people to stop right now!"
As he spoke, blood crystals formed on his arm, and he threw a punch that heavily collided with Wukang's iron fist.
The force erupted, sweeping in all directions, even blasting a huge crater into the Stygian River.
A cracking sound came, and Yakeli looked at his arm in astonishment—blood-colored crystalline muscles had actually cracked in several places!
What the hell is this Wukang?
His power might not be that strong, but the intent of this punch made Yakeli extremely uncomfortable, with an inexplicable sensation of obstruction.
It even caused Yakeli's blood crystals to shatter!
You know, Yakeli was a terrifying existence just one step away from Star Devourer, even though in the Stygian River, most of his abilities were sealed.
Relying solely on physical qualities, he could still beat the hell out of Bing Chacha.
What kind of bizarre power is this?
But Yakeli had been the one who never accepted defeat since childhood.
He exerted force with his hand, and with a "BOOM"—
Wukang was directly blasted flying by Yakeli's punch, heavily crashing into the Stygian River.
His arm was smashed to pieces by Yakeli's fist, and he spat out large amounts of blood.
Yakeli narrowed his eyes: (≖益≖ꐦ) "Wake the hell up and tell your people to stop! You all have slave marks on you, right?"
"In this Stygian River, the power of the Bose entities can't reach in, and they can't kill you through the slave marks, so if you don't listen to them, you won't die!"
"Stop fighting! Even if you keep charging, you have no chance. There's no way to defeat the Netherworld race on the Stygian River. Do you want all of them to die?"
"Jiangnan will find a way to force the Bose race to remove your slave marks and give you freedom! This is your chance, why not—"
But before Yakeli could finish, Wukang struggled to get up, his eyes full of fury.
"You're talking nonsense! The divine decree is absolute. Even if we must sacrifice everything, it must be completed!"
"What bullshit slave mark? This is a sacred mark, a symbol recognized by the gods! To die for the gods is the highest honor of my Divine Martial race! Those who dare to oppose the gods are mortal enemies of my race!"
"No matter what existence I face, I will slay it. I, Wukang, will fight for the gods until the last moment of my life! ROAR!"
"Open Dragon Spine! War God Body, activate!"
"BOOM!"
With a thunderous explosion, the momentum Wukang raised even blasted apart the Stygian River water. Power burned within him, a dense blood glow welled up under his skin, and the spine on his back extended freely like a great dragon.
His muscles swelled, making him even more imposing, and the arm that had been smashed was restored in an instant.
At this moment, Wukang was like an enraged blood-red lion, exactly like a BerSerker unleashing its ultimate!
He roared and charged at Yakeli.
Yakeli's eyes darkened: "Damn it! Are you insane? What is there about the Bose race worth fighting for?"
"Not stopping? Then I'll beat you until you submit!"
As he spoke, his body vanished with a flash step and suddenly appeared before the charging Wukang.
With a violent uppercut, he directly smashed Wukang's jaw to pieces. The terrifying force almost seemed to knock his head off his neck.
However, Wukang's eyes were fixed on Yakeli's chest, and he actually raised his fist and punched.
"Mind-over-Matter Method: Clear Purpose! Break for me!"
On Wukang's fist, the mysterious and profound power became even denser, even shimmering with hints of golden halo.
It also heavily struck Yakeli's heart area.
With a punch of this strength, Yakeli didn't even bother to defend; the blood-colored crystalline muscles would naturally absorb the impact.
But this time, Yakeli miscalculated.
The blood crystals didn't absorb the force. A large hole was immediately punched in his chest, and cracks like a spiderweb spread uncontrollably in all directions.
After Yakeli punched Wukang flying, he looked at the hole in his chest in disbelief.
Σ(ଵ△ଵ|||) "What's going on? Am I this brittle?"
What the hell was that bizarre power?
Yakeli's punch nearly killed Wukang, but he still got up, his injuries healing crazily.
His eyes were full of stubbornness and madness.
"Don't think you can stop me! Fight me!"
Then he charged forward fearlessly again.
Yakeli's eyes showed impatience: "Then I'll make sure you don't even get a chance to touch me!"
The gap between the two was ultimately too great. The cracks were soon restored by Yakeli.
This time, Wukang didn't even have a chance to fight back. He was pinned down by Yakeli and beaten viciously in the Stygian River.
At that moment, Jiangnan was watching the Eighteen Divine Martial Army Corps with shining eyes.
Because not only Wukang had this ability; many in the Divine Martial Army Corps also possessed it.
It was just a matter of strength.
Some wielded blades. When they swung, it was perfectly natural, carrying an artistic conception, and a layer of golden halo covered the blade.
The force of the swing clearly couldn't break through the Netherworld race's defense, but when the blade fell, it could cut the Netherworld race open, causing flesh wounds and drawing blood.
All of this was thanks to that golden halo.
Jiangnan's eyes widened, and he subconsciously looked at Wuzang. At the same time, Wuzang's mouth was wide open, his face full of disbelief.
The two spoke almost in unison:
(๑°△°) "Force of Will!" (°△°|||)
This power was very familiar to Jiangnan and Wuzang. In the beginning, Wuzang was the one who led Jiangnan into this path.
When willpower was strong enough, it could manifest and take effect.
And once this power took effect, it was even powerful to an unreasonable degree.
Wuzang's One Blade Ends Life could even cut the ethereal lifeline, killing the Insect Queen.
And Jiangnan's Heart Blade: Cuts Everything, Slices the Unseverable could even cut through the void.
Not to mention the pinnacle-level Dream-Shattering Blade.
It could even shatter an enemy's dreams.
All of these were manifestations of the Force of Will, but the two were both self-taught, figuring it out on their own.
The threshold for use was extremely high, and the consumption was astonishingly great. Often, after two or three slashes, they were exhausted.
But this Eighteen Divine Martial Army Corps was different? The method they used also seemed to be the Will Infusion Technique.
Their attack patterns were diverse, and they could even accomplish what would otherwise be impossible.
Jiangnan had always believed that the power of will was real, and could even influence reality.
In the battle on the moon, Koronov believed he would surely win, and almost killed his opponent.
Wuzang's and his own void-cutting, and even the principle of the War Horn using emotions, were all manifestations of the Force of Will.
If there really were such mystical concepts as blade intent, sword intent, or fist intent in this world, then they must be manifestations of the Force of Will.
Jiangnan was now extremely curious about how the Divine Martial Army Corps could so expertly use the Force of Will.
If he could also learn this skill, would the power of his void-cutting reach a higher level?
Jiangnan could barely contain his excitement.
(˵ಡ̫ಡ) "Isn't this great? Another big gift delivered to me?"
Wuzang grabbed his blade and charged over:
ﾚ(ﾟヮﾟ˵)ﾍ "I'll go test the waters first."
(๑ﾟ口ﾟ)ﾂ "Hey hey hey—don't cut them all down! I want them alive!"
"Don't worry! I have restraint."
Meanwhile, on the other side, Yakeli and Wukang had been fighting for a while.
At the moment, Yakeli had pierced blood spikes into Wukang's body, filling it all over, and they poked out from the inside to control his movements.
He rained down punches, viciously pounding Wukang's face.
(ꐦ･ˇ益ˇ･) "Wake up! Wake the hell up! I'm already crazy enough, how are you even crazier than me?"
"Open your eyes wide and look—what kind of bullshit gods are those? They're just sending you to die as cannon fodder!"
"And a sacred mark? That's just their means to control your life and death. I'm trying to save you! Stop living in a dream!"
Wukang raged: "Don't try to deceive me! Save me? I don't need your saving! You oppose the gods, so you'll die a miserable death!"
"It was the selfless gods who enlightened us, giving my Divine Martial race its current state! The divine decree is absolute; we must complete it!"
"You claim to want to save me? You clearly want to annihilate us. This is a holy war concerning the survival of our race!"
"If the divine decree is not completed, then the gods will unleash divine wrath, and my race may cease to exist because of it. Are you saving me?"
"The gods have no need for worthless existences! And I must prove that we are valuable!"
At this moment, Wukang struggled wildly, his whole body glowing with golden light.
The originally extremely tough blood crystals became fragile, cracking and even breaking.
He actually broke free from the restraints.
Yakeli couldn't help but sneer: "Then your gods are truly selfless—destroying anything useless? Hmph..."
He had already given up on persuading Wukang. It was useless...
The vassal races had been completely brainwashed. Under the long ages, they had long lost their will to resist.
Perhaps even their history had been altered. To them, the existence of the Bose race was the only truth, and commands were absolute.
That slave mark was not just engraved on their bodies; under the baptism of time, servility had even seeped into their souls.
Yakeli couldn't even figure out whether such a race could ever be saved.
Or rather... was saving them truly a salvation for them?