Invincible Starting from Max Level Attributes-Chapter 939 - 966 You Cant Just Recklessly Fight for

Chapter 939: Chapter 966: You Can’t Just Recklessly Fight for Your Life! (Four Updates)

Chapter 939: Chapter 966: You Can’t Just Recklessly Fight for Your Life! (Four Updates)

What are ghost-faced insects afraid of?

These damned creatures aren’t afraid of anything, let alone having any natural enemies.

If you have to say there’s something ghost-faced insects are wary of, it would be the blazing sun.

But now, deep in the abyss, not to mention the blazing sun, even a bit of light is the result of the practitioners’ fierce battles. In such a dark and obscure place as the abyss, ghost-faced insects can be said to be an invincible existence.

It was such a group of ostentatious creatures that, after swarming onto Yang Zhen, scattered and fled in disarray.

Not just the cheap cat and Han Yan’er, but even the Daoist Insect, who was secretly directing the insects, stood dumbfounded on the spot.

Just now, Daoist Insect almost laughed out loud to the sky three times when he saw the ghost-faced insects engulf Yang Zhen, finally capturing him, but now, Daoist Insect really felt foolish.

All the insects…ran away?

Could there be something on Yang Zhen that made the insects fear?

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Throughout the ages, this was the first time Daoist Insect encountered such a situation.

After the endless ghost-faced insects vanished without a trace, Yang Zhen’s body was revealed, and Daoist Insect’s eyes almost popped out as he screamed, “Impossible!”

Yang Zhen lay on the ground as if he was asleep, and what astonished everyone was that he began to emit strands of golden light, which appeared to have no resistance at all.

Initially, these golden lights were just specks, but as angry roars resounded, the practitioners who had been shackled by the demonic bindings all woke up, tore off the roots on their backs, and joined the fray. Suddenly, a dazzling burst of golden light erupted from Yang Zhen’s body, making everyone instinctively close their eyes.

“Power of Faith, this is the Power of Faith, it’s impossible, how can anyone gather so much Power of Faith?”

Daoist Insect rubbed his eyes, and after making sure he wasn’t seeing things, let out a strange cry, turned, and fled; in the blink of an eye, he was gone without a trace.

Purgatory Young Master, who was being beaten up in midair until his face was swollen, happened to see Daoist Insect’s embarrassing escape, and suddenly he was livid, cursing, “Pathetic coward, you grave worm!”

Boom—!

An earth-shattering explosion echoed, and for some unknown reason, the giant golden crown tree suddenly burst open, showering down countless specks of golden dust from the sky, floating down gently, resembling a sky full of stars.

In the depths of the abyss, the sound of fighting was deafening, with tens of thousands of Purgatory Blood Guards and tens of thousands of practitioners engaged in a frenzied battle. Before the fight, the practitioners who had narrowly escaped death all took a deep look at Yang Zhen and then joined the battle.

These people fought even more fiercely and fearlessly than the Purgatory Blood Guards. Seeing Yang Zhen still lying on the ground during the battle, they were willing to risk having their arms and legs chopped off just to stand in the way of the Purgatory Blood Guards charging towards Yang Zhen.

Saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-story pagoda, and Yang Zhen’s actions saved the lives of tens of thousands of practitioners—and lives worse than death at that.

All the fighters were shocked; regardless of whether they were from Heavenly Moon Sacred Ground or Thousand Yuan Holy Land, everyone kept their gaze on Yang Zhen, who lay on the ground sound asleep, amidst the deafening war cries and continuous roars.

Only after Purgatory Young Master let out a wail, and his head was taken off by Lu Haike did the Purgatory Blood Guards start howling and writhing frantically on the ground.

Everyone was stunned by the terrifying scene before them, soon followed by exhilarated cheers.

No one expected that the lives of the Purgatory Blood Guards would be linked to the Young Master of Purgatory. When the Young Master died, all the Blood Guards perished as well?

Countless people cheered as they ran, and those practitioners rescued by Yang Zhen focused their gaze on the practitioners inside the transparent spheres of the golden crown trees.

Though no one came forward to identify these individuals, practitioners who could cultivate in the Great Nether Purgatory were likely disciples of the Great Nether Dynasty.

Even if they were not disciples of the Great Nether Dynasty, such underhanded methods of cultivation were enough to enrage the practitioners being used as nourishment. Suddenly, cries of killing filled the sky, and the entire abyss was instantly enveloped by a blood-soaked storm.

Yang Zhen lay on the ground for a long while, and only after the golden light on his body gradually faded did he sneakily get up. He found the wretched cat and Han Yan’er and said, “Shh, keep quiet, follow me!”

The wretched cat’s eyes lit up, and he moved closer to Yang Zhen, saying, “How did it go? Did you find any good stuff?”

Yang Zhen glared at him and said, “At such a moment of righteous salvation, how can you still only think about good stuff? I, Sao Saint, look down on you.”

The wretched cat didn’t care and curled his lip, saying, “Keep pretending. If we don’t leave now, when those people come to their senses, you can forget about hogging all the goodies for yourself.”

Damn!

How could this be happening?

Hearing this, Yang Zhen hurriedly pulled Han Yan’er and headed towards the deepest part of the abyss.

The battle raged above. Although the practitioners were controlled, their minds were not sealed, only dulled by the prolonged time. Now that they were liberated, if they didn’t release the malignancy in their hearts, they might become cruel and cold-blooded in the future. It was better to let them vanquish their inner demons completely.

Yang Zhen, with Han Yan’er and the wretched cat in tow, continued downward. The wretched cat couldn’t help but ask curiously, “Kid, how did you do it? Do you know the demon inheritance technique?”

Remembering Yang Zhen’s previous words, Han Yan’er’s face was also filled with curiosity as she asked, “Yeah, what exactly did you do? The golden crown giant tree just vanished into thin air.”

Such a huge tree had turned to dust in Yang Zhen’s hands, that terrifying sight of the energy flowing in the wrong direction still made her scalp tingle at the thought.

Especially the practitioners inside the transparent spheres, whose agonized howls of pain were truly horrifying.

Yang Zhen responded with a grimace, “Wrongdoings will eventually lead to self-destruction. In this world, there are no absolutely hopeless situations. The demon inheritance simply used an exceptionally crafty method, turning the golden crown giant trees into a grand scheme to use these innocent practitioners as nourishment.”

Continuing, Yang Zhen looked up at the abyss, which was gradually clearing, and took a deep breath, “I found the method by accident. Otherwise, we would have been forced to fight desperately.”

To choose to fight desperately at that moment would have indeed been a last resort. Even with Yang Zhen’s numerous skills, it would likely have been difficult for him to escape unscathed.

Though the Ksitigarbha Skill did not mention the demon inheritance, even the Demon Emperor had discovered this method through the profound principles within the Ksitigarbha Skill.

Since the demon arts were included within the Ksitigarbha Skill, there must be a solution in it. That was the assurance on which Yang Zhen relied confidently.

The Great Nether Purgatory was finished, and Yang Zhen did not want the credit. With so many forces present, let whoever wanted to fight for it do so.

Besides, this was not an enviable task. Once the credit fell on someone’s head, becoming the prime target for the Great Nether Dynasty to kill, Yang Zhen was not that foolish. The Shangyuan Sect had not yet secured its position, and Yang Zhen would not offend the Great Nether Dynasty to death.

There was still one good object here that Yang Zhen had to take with him; otherwise, his strenuous efforts would have been in vain!