191: Chapter 191 Using my poems to kill me?! The malice of this abyss is simply outrageous!

"Ten steps to slay a man, a thousand miles I roam!"

The green lotus sword carved a shrill whistle through the air.

The sword qi was no longer a simple release of energy, but transformed into substantial lotus petals, blooming wildly within the ranks of the black mud legion.

The edge of every petal carried a sharp aura sufficient to cut through steel.

The thousands of faceless monsters rushing at the very front didn't even have time to scream before their bodies were instantly ground into black dust flying through the air.

Li Bai's figure weaved through the enemy crowd, so fast that only a blurred afterimage remained.

Wherever he passed, black mud disintegrated and severed limbs flew; he forcibly plowed a hundred-meter-wide vacuum zone of death through the impenetrable legion.

At the rear, Sir Isaac Newton pushed up the frames on the bridge of his nose, expressing disdain for such a barbaric fighting style, yet his hands moved faster than anyone else's.

This Father of Modern Physics heavily thudded his prism-embedded cane onto the ground.

"Matter Deconstruction, Restructuring, Alchemy Circle, deploy."

With the fan-shaped area ahead as the center, the black grease on the ground that had still been squirming suddenly stopped flowing.

Immediately after, an eerie silver-white luster began to spread frantically from beneath Newton's feet.

Soil, rocks, and even the corpses of those monsters had their material properties forcibly rewritten at this moment.

They turned into mercury.

Also commonly known as quicksilver.

Hundreds of millions of tons of liquid mercury gathered on the earth, transforming into a silver giant wave fifty meters high.

The density of mercury is 13.5 times that of water; the kinetic impact brought by this mass was simply incomparable to ordinary physical collisions.

"Go, this is the weight of science." Newton waved his cane coldly.

The silver giant wave crashed down with a roar that crushed everything.

Those black mud monsters trying to surround Li Bai were flattened into paper-like sheets by the terrifying pressure the moment they touched the mercury tide.

Li Bai stepped on the silver wave crest, his long sword pointing directly at the rear of the enemy formation.

There, Black Mud Joan of Arc floated quietly in mid-air.

There wasn't a ripple in her dull, ashen eyes, as if the massacre happening before her was just a boring farce.

She slowly raised the hand holding the black flag.

No shouting, no incantations, just a simple downward waving motion.

Just like a conductor striking the first note.

The air on the battlefield changed.

The black mud legion, which had been routed by Li Bai and Newton, suddenly stopped their meaningless hissing.

Those black clones with the appearance of Isaac Newton raised their forged canes in perfect unison.

A thousand canes pointed at the same coordinate—Li Bai.

"Not good!" Newton's face changed drastically as he calculated the gravity anomaly value in that area in an instant, "Saber, retreat!"

It was too late.

Li Bai, who was charging at high speed, suddenly jerked to a halt.

It wasn't that he was blocked by something, but rather the space around him seemed to have solidified.

An indescribable, terrifying pressure squeezed in from all directions simultaneously.

That wasn't just double or triple gravity.

It was thousands of "Newtons" simultaneously activating the Universal Gravitation skill, stacking the gravitational constant of this area to an appalling value.

Li Bai felt his bones let out an overwhelmed groan, and every drop of his blood became as heavy as lead.

The speed he took pride in was completely sealed at this moment; he was suspended rigidly in mid-air like a fly trapped in amber.

But this was only the beginning.

The command flag in Black Mud Joan of Arc's hand waved again.

This time, it was the "Li Bais'" turn.

Tens of thousands of black mud monsters with the appearance of the Azure Lotus Sword Immortal simultaneously raised their black long swords. They assumed the same starting stance, and from their mouths came an overlapping chant that sounded like an echo from hell:

"Have you not seen—"

Li Bai's pupils contracted sharply.

That was his proudest move and his most unrestrained poem.

"The waters of the Yellow River come from the heavens!!!"

Ten thousand swords fired at once.

The black sword qi was no longer petals, but converged into a true flood.

It was a black "Yellow River" composed entirely of malice and murderous intent, carrying a will to destroy everything as it descended from the sky, slamming hard into Li Bai, who was locked down by gravity.

To kill you with your own ultimate move.

This was the sick humor of the Abyss.

"BOOM—!!!"

The black torrent of sword qi completely submerged Li Bai's position.

The earth shook, and the dust was torn apart by the sword qi; only a chaotic darkness remained there.

"Damn it!"

Newton cursed, his brain working frantically as the prism at the tip of his alchemy cane erupted with blinding light.

"Analyzing gravity field model... Inverting parameters... Introducing repulsion variables..."

He had to solve this "dead-end problem" set by thousands of himself within 0.1 seconds.

"Give me—Reversal!"

A reverse force field ripple precisely cut into the center of that chaos.

The gravitational field that had been stacked to its limit collapsed instantly, like a building with its foundation pulled out.

At the moment the gravity dissipated, a shrill green light tore through the black sea of sword qi.

"Cough... cough cough..."

Li Bai rushed out.

His current appearance was wretched in the extreme; that iconic green robe of his had turned into tattered rags hanging off his body.

His exposed skin was covered in fine sword scars, and blood flowed down his arms, dripping onto the green lotus sword.

But the fire in his eyes burned even brighter than before.

"Exhilarating... so damn exhilarating!"

Li Bai wiped the blood-flecked foam from the corner of his mouth and, using the recoil from the previous sword qi explosion, his body completed an incredible refraction in the air.

He didn't retreat; instead, he got even closer to that black witch.

"Using this Immortal's poem to kill this Immortal?" Li Bai grinned, revealing teeth stained red with blood. "You bunch of mimicking sludge, what the hell do you know about poetry!"

"This strike will teach you how to be human!"

Unity of Man and Sword.

Li Bai himself transformed into a sharp blade piercing the sky, slashing toward Black Mud Joan of Arc's neck with an unstoppable resolution.

This strike was enough to cleave mountains.

Facing this certain-kill blow, Black Mud Joan of Arc finally made a move.

She didn't even dodge.

She just quietly watched the approaching green light, a trace of extreme mockery curling at the corner of her mouth, and then she lightly opened her mouth.

A silent proclamation.

A phantom of a pitch-black flag flowing with an aura of despair manifested out of thin air in front of her.

Luminosité Eternelle

This was the absolute defense Noble Phantasm of Savior Joan of Arc, but under the erosion of the power of the Abyss, it was no longer a sacred light of protection, but had turned into a black abyssal gate that devoured all attacks.

"CLANG—!!!"

The green lotus sword slashed heavily against that black flag.