Chapter 585: Meeting a Madman!

The heavens and earth rumbled with a "dong dong" sound, like the pulse of the earth beating, causing the gathered heroes to hold their breath.

Their hearts throbbed violently, as if a supreme ruler of all things was looking down on them, their hearts nearly leaping out of their chests. This was the taste of death! Hard to describe.

"Ah..." Some could no longer bear it, screaming loudly as their bodies instantly exploded! They were scared to death alive.

Boom boom boom! Then, clusters of strong warriors exploded, blood gushing like a fountain, tragic and fierce, blood and bones flying, forming small rivers on the ground.

A shocking change—everyone in the venue felt their hair stand on end. With one step down, a large group of strong warriors died, their bodies crushed and burst.

The ground was covered with broken bones and flesh paste, a tragic sight too gruesome to behold. Even Yang Tian, who was decisive in killing, felt a chill run through his body.

"Fall back!" The big black bird's heart trembled, and it quickly whispered, then shot backward, far from this area, or else they would all be shaken to death.

In an instant, the crowd scattered, leaving behind a field of corpses and bones, a miserable sight beyond endurance!

They were horrified—was this the punishment for trespassing in the temple? In just a moment, so many elites had died, too tragic.

Some even regretted deeply and considered retreating, but thinking of the unexplored areas, they were unwilling to leave.

As time passed, the footsteps drew closer, and the crowd retreated further. Only the great Buddha's phantom hovered in the void, radiating peace, undisturbed.

"There's a person..." At that moment, a creature cried out in shock, staring wide-eyed at a ghostly figure emerging from within.

As the words fell, countless gazes converged. It was a black shadow, its body long withered, unknown how many years it had been dead.

It was tall, with hollow eye sockets, actually lacking eyes. Dark bloodstains streaked down, and there was a large hole in its chest, also oozing dark blood, but long dried.

It walked step by step, holding a rusted war spear in its hand. Its footsteps rumbled, the whole earth humming, cracks spreading across the floor in all directions.

"Could it be a corpse reanimating?!" Fatty's heart trembled; he sensed no trace of life, only rampant death qi.

"How did he appear in here? Could he be an elite from the ancient era?" Yang Tian's heart raced as he couldn't help saying.

"How is that possible? The ancient era is too far from now. Even the body of a god would have withered by now, right? And he can still move?" Fatty didn't believe it.

"I reckon this figure was suppressed inside in the past. We opened the temple, and he broke the seal!" The big black bird's eyes were solemn as it spoke slowly.

Many strong warriors speculated about this person's origin. He was not from this era, yet he could still move, and his divine might was overwhelming, extremely powerful.

"I'm coming... You can't suppress me, old man... Haha..." The shadow, dead for unknown ages, actually spoke, his voice icy, making everyone's hair stand on end.

"He's not dead!" Yang Tian's heart trembled. This figure definitely had a will that hadn't been erased; he wasn't dead!

He walked step by step, his hollow eyes fixed on the great Buddha's phantom. The war spear in his hand seemed to come alive, emitting a terrifying aura.

"Kill!" The hollow-eyed figure bellowed, causing the sky to tremble. His body blazed with killing light, like a god of slaughter descending, a surge of deadly aura rolling toward the great Buddha's phantom.

The heroes retreated in fear, chilled from head to toe, their souls shaken by the word "kill," their livers and gallbladders nearly shattered.

The great Buddha's phantom radiated immense Zen sound, his eyes glowing like a deity in the sky, and he suddenly roared: "Fight!"

The heavens and earth rumbled, a thunderbolt streaked across the sky, Zen sound piercing the ears. The word "fight" was like a supreme mantra, shaking the entire temple, containing unmatched combat power, pressing down on the sky.

With a rumble, the hollow-eyed figure's war spear suddenly emitted divine light. The rust fell off, revealing a gleaming divine radiance that burst forth with ten thousand zhang of light!

This was a peerless divine spear. As the rust faded, terrifying visions appeared: sun and moon sinking, stars breaking, the blazing sun exploding.

"What a weapon!" The black-clad youth's eyes burned with passion as he shouted inwardly, desperately wanting to possess this peerless war spear.

The attack was overwhelming, the path ahead submerged, nothing could be seen clearly, only countless war spear phantoms crushing heaven and earth, making the world tremble.

"Weapon!" The great Buddha's phantom's aura was terrifying, floating amidst the countless war spear phantoms. He suddenly uttered a single word mantra, and a golden circlet descended from the heavens, pressing down.

"The Diamond Cudgel!" Yang Tian's eyes blazed with divine light. This artifact was actually the Diamond Cudgel! Extremely terrifying, with a slight tremor, it shook heaven and earth, causing the sky to break, creating great abysses.

"What mantra is he chanting? It can manifest artifacts—isn't this the ancestor's method?" Yang Tian was shocked, recalling the supreme divine might of the white-clothed supreme being.

"This is the Buddhist nine-character mantra. I didn't expect it still exists in the world!" At this moment, Fatty's eyes burned with desire, recognizing the mantra the great Buddha was using, and he roared inwardly.

Not only the Diamond Cudgel appeared in the world, but also a string of jade beads manifested, with buddhas sitting on them, chanting scriptures, suppressing the cycles of reincarnation, resounding through the nine heavens—an unbelievable scene.

"These are jade beads..." Xiao Bai's big eyes curved into crescent moons, fiddling with the jade beads in his hand, very happy.

A vajra pestle appeared, striking with such force that heaven and earth split, the sun and moon lost light, stars shook—extremely terrifying.

A divine lamp manifested; with a gentle blow, it sent down a sea of divine fire, flooding the sky, scorching and unbearable, the void exploding.

One after another, terrifying artifacts emerged. The former owners of these artifacts were extremely excited, never imagining their artifacts possessed such divine might.

The artifacts had been sealed for countless ages; if nurtured and refined with blood and heart, they could become supreme weapons!

"Damn, why didn't I grab an artifact..." Fatty was full of regret. He had been focused on the fruit brew in the jade pot, completely missing how terrifying the artifacts were.

The colossal collision shocked the world; even a quasi-emperor would be humbled!

The path ahead became a forbidden zone, the divine sea surging violently, capable of tearing apart anyone's body, impossible to cross.

The hollow-eyed strong warrior wielded his war spear with vigor, constantly piercing the void, crushing the artifacts in the air—truly terrifying.

The great Buddha's phantom possessed vast divine might, like a multi-treasure lord, manifesting artifact after artifact with full force, continuously striking at him, seeking to obliterate this figure.

The path ahead was blocked by a divine sea; no one dared to cross. If they provoked an attack, few could withstand even a few blows.

"I wonder if there are more strong warriors like this inside?" Yang Tian thought about the interior. He hadn't encountered Yang Ba along the way, which worried him—could Yang Ba be inside?

Yang Ba carried the relic. If anyone was to receive the inheritance, it would likely be Yang Ba. But this suddenly appearing strong warrior made him uneasy.

The battle continued. People hesitated, unable to see inside the temple clearly. They were unwilling to retreat, or they would surely regret it later.

During this battle, those around retreated far away. Many unlucky ones had already been shaken to death.

After one day, the battle still raged, but the great Buddha's phantom weakened. It had consumed too much, likely just a remnant of divine light.

The hollow-eyed strong warrior, on the other hand, relied solely on his physical divine power, shaking heaven and earth, too terrifying.

This colossal divine battle lasted for three days. Ahead, killing light surged, the war spear split the heavens, and he emerged, still fearsome.

"Who am I?!" Looking at the crowd of weaklings like ants before him, he roared like a thunderclap, asking who he was!

"I told you, you can't trap me. I am indestructible, controlling the cycles of reincarnation!" He shouted, as if mad, charging wildly around.

"Is this guy a madman?" Fatty muttered inwardly. Suppressed for so long, this guy had probably gone crazy.

"Hahaha..." He laughed, his divine sound piercing the ears. The war spear turned, and a temple instantly exploded as he rampaged inside.

The crowd around retreated in panic. This madman could not be provoked; he would annihilate them instantly, too terrifying.

"Alas..." Just as the heroes' hearts trembled, a sigh came from the hazy void, like a god speaking.

"There's someone else..." People's hearts quaked. Another strong warrior had appeared. The divine tomb was too terrifying, full of unexpected changes.

He suddenly looked up, his body blazing with killing light, seeming to see a shadow. He bellowed, "Who are you? Get down here and fight me, or I'll tear you apart!"