342: Chapter 342 Chen Wuwang Strikes, Using Spiritual Energy to Subdue the Enemy

The instant the red button was pressed, a low hum echoed from the depths of the tower's heart.

The sound was like thunder crawling out from the underground, rolling across the skin of the wilderness, making the rubble jump.

Blood Butcher's blood technique, which he was halfway through casting, suddenly stalled; the crimson glow at his fingertips flickered like a candle in the wind, wavered twice, and extinguished.

"What—"

He had barely squeezed out half a sound from his throat when the sky above his head split open.

It wasn't the sky; it was the rune dome at the top of the city tower, being completely ripped off.

A silver-white mecha broke out of the tower, and as its feet hit the ground, it created a circular shockwave, blasting sand and dirt high into the air.

The setting sun shone upon it, and the cold light flowed along its armor like a living river of metal.

Chen Wuwang sat in the cockpit, the blue light of his Mechanical Prosthetic Eye sweeping across the battlefield, locking onto that gray-robed figure.

A waterfall of data scrolled across his vision; heart rate, Spiritual Pressure, meridian flow rate, muscle tremor frequency... everything was dismantled into numbers, lined up before his eyes.

"Target: Blood Butcher. Status: Severely injured, Spiritual Qi unstable, escape technique in progress. Threat Rank: Low."

He didn't speak, merely tapping his fingers on the control panel three times, the rhythm identical to before—da, da, da.

The mecha's right arm slowly raised, and nanometer-scale spirit threads extended from the shoulder, wrapping around the titanium alloy gauntlet.

Fine runes appeared on the fist, lighting up layer by layer, like an energized circuit.

Spiritual energy poured in along the conduction tubes, and the surface of the gauntlet began to emit a pale golden halo, gathering denser and denser, finally condensing into a fist-sized ball of light that hovered in front of the fist, trembling slightly.

Blood Butcher finally reacted and turned to run.

Just as his left foot left the ground, that ball of light moved.

There was no whistling, no sound of breaking the air; the spiritual energy orb was like a meteor thrown out, carving a straight golden line, tearing through the air, and heading straight for his back.

"Cannot dodge!"

Blood Butcher instinctively twisted his body, his left shoulder and back forcibly shifting half a foot to the side.

"Boom!"

The spiritual energy meteor exploded, grazing his shoulder.

His armor vaporized on the spot, flesh rolled back, bones shattered into dust, and the scorching heat wave sent him flying, crashing into a pile of rubble ten paces away.

He lay on the ground, coughing up black blood; his left arm was completely ruined, hanging limp, and his back was charred and still smoking.

"You..." He raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, "What kind of evil technique is this?!"

Chen Wuwang controlled the mecha to step forward, each step causing the ground to crack into spiderweb-like fissures.

The mecha's shadow gradually covered him, pressing down like a mountain.

"Evil technique?" Chen Wuwang's voice came from the mecha's loudspeaker, low, steady, and without a hint of fluctuation, "You refine people with blood and feed corpses to your Cultivation Technique, yet you ask me what is evil?"

Blood Butcher gritted his teeth, his right hand trembling as he reached for the blood talisman in his bosom.

That was his last life-saving item, capable of tearing through space and teleporting three thousand li away.

If he just had five more breaths, no, three breaths would be enough!

But just as his hand touched the talisman paper, his chest tightened.

Looking down, the mecha's shadow had covered his entire body before he knew it.

That shadow was not like an ordinary shadow; its edges shimmered with a faint blue light, like a rune array activated by electric current, locking his limbs and bones tight.

"Don't waste your effort," Chen Wuwang said, "The spiritual energy field of the 'eye of wuwang' can suppress all unstable Spiritual Qi operations. You need my permission even to spit right now."

Blood Butcher's expression changed.

He looked up abruptly: "Who exactly are you? A mere clan head from the Eastern Wasteland, where did you get this kind of thing?! This is not a method from the Cultivation World at all!"

"I am not from the Cultivation World," Chen Wuwang said indifferently, "I am a programmer. When you write enough code, you want to take everything apart and reinstall it."

After he finished speaking, the mecha's right fist condensed spiritual energy again, the ball of light brighter than before, compressed until it was almost about to burst.

Blood Butcher's pupils constricted: "Do you really want to kill me?! The Blood Demon Sect will not let you go! The entire Demonic Path will—"

"I don't care," Chen Wuwang interrupted him, "You said it right, I am not a Cultivator. So those rules of yours are useless to me."

He threw the punch.

This time, he held nothing back.

The spiritual energy meteor slammed into the ground.

The shockwave from the explosion bent the flagpole on the distant city wall.

Smoke and dust rose to the sky, obscuring half of the setting sun.

When the dust settled, a deep trench had appeared on the ground, extending all the way to where Blood Butcher had previously been lying.

He was gone.

But Chen Wuwang did not stop.

The mecha's head tilted slightly, and his Mechanical Prosthetic Eye locked onto a pile of rubble thirty zhang away to the southeast.

There, a blurry blood mist was moving rapidly, at an extremely high speed, almost floating just above the ground.

"Still want to run?"

He controlled the mecha to soar into the air, its six wings unfurling, and with a flash of silver light, it instantly appeared behind that blood mist.

He swept his right leg, the edge of the armor infused with spiritual energy carving an arc of light, slamming fiercely into the blood mist.

"Bang!"

The blood mist exploded, revealing the disheveled figure inside.

Blood Butcher knelt on one knee, blood constantly spilling from the corner of his mouth; the blood talisman in his right hand had a corner shattered, its spiritual light dim.

"You..." He panted heavily, fear appearing in his eyes for the first time, "You don't give people a way to live at all..."

"When you came, you didn't leave a way for others to live either," Chen Wuwang landed and approached step by step, "Three years ago you slaughtered a village, today I destroy your Foundation. It is very fair."

Blood Butcher stared at him intensely, then suddenly laughed, his laughter hoarse: "Good... very good! Chen Wuwang, remember this, if you let me go today, I will definitely return! I will make you watch with your own eyes as everything you built turns to ash!"

"You can try," Chen Wuwang stood before him, the mecha's shadow completely shrouding him, "But I warn you—next time we meet, I won't press any buttons, I will just crush you."

Blood Butcher gritted his teeth and suddenly crushed the blood talisman.

Space twisted, and a blood-colored rift opened beneath his feet.

His whole body sank rapidly, only half his head remaining exposed, staring fixedly at Chen Wuwang: "You cannot escape... the Blood Demon Sect... will not..."

Before he could finish his words, the rift closed, and the person vanished.

The wind blew past, carrying the smell of scorched earth.

Chen Wuwang stood in place, not retracting the mecha, his six wings slowly folding, and the spiritual energy orb on the gauntlet gradually extinguished.

He looked down at the control panel; Blood Butcher's aura fluctuation was moving away, slower and slower, clearly having suffered heavy injuries.

"Ran away?" He muttered to himself, not pursuing.

There was no use in chasing. That person was now like a lame dog; no matter how far he fled, he wouldn't be able to stir up any trouble.

What one should really worry about was never a single dog, but how many accomplices were still hiding in the dog's den.

He raised his hand and wiped his face. The temperature inside the cockpit was a bit high, and there was some sweat on his forehead.

Outside the window, the setting sun had already sunk to the mountain ridge, and the wilderness was dyed a deep red.

"Is it over?" A hesitant voice came from the communication channel, belonging to some Cultivator guarding the city wall.

"Temporarily," Chen Wuwang turned off the loudspeaker and replied in a low voice, "Clean up the battlefield and count the casualties. Also, notify all teams to increase patrols tonight; don't let anyone exploit any gaps."

"Yes!"

He did not move, continuing to stare at the southeast. There was nothing there anymore, only the sound of the wind blowing the rubble.

But his Mechanical Prosthetic Eye was still running, and in the corner of his vision, a faint trail of red was still flickering—

That was the residual spiritual power imprint of Blood Butcher, like a trail of blood dragged along the ground, crooked and winding, stretching into the distance.

Chen Wuwang stared at that line, tapping his finger on the control panel once more.

Da.

Then, he slowly raised the mecha's right arm, the fist turning toward the sky.

On the gauntlet, the layer of ablated armor was automatically repairing itself, the nanometer filaments squirming like living things, re-weaving the structure. A few seconds later, it was as smooth and clean as new.

He said softly: "Next time, it won't just be a graze."