Blub! Blub!

Blood dripped from both sides. No one dared to intervene between them. It had been a long, drawn-out battle.

None of them knew what the other was hiding.

Clark was hiding his "Hei Chenqing Extreme Combo."

While Tai Long was hiding his "Extreme Combo: Scales of Light."

Several supplementary Extreme Movements due to his increased attainment—it wasn't hard for him to emulate the path of Judgement.

Clark stood before him, lighting his cigar.

He blew out smoke and laughed:

• "Thinking of playing your trump card?!"

Tai Long looked at him:

• "Yes, what about you?"

Clark laughed. His hand rose towards the sky.

Five light seals appeared.

They were a majestic sight.

Clark's palm was raised high.

Zan Liu and Mo Wu Chi, who were watching, could sense the sheer terror of that movement.

Clark laughed, then raised a single finger.

Swish!!!

Mo Wu Chi screamed loudly.

His hands were severed!

Zan Liu and Tai Long barely managed to evade.

Extreme Movement: "The Five Seals to Seal Heaven."

Its mechanism: If you cannot hit the intended target, it will choose anyone within the user's line of sight!

Mo Wu Chi was already injured from Clark's first attack and couldn't evade. He could barely even walk now!

It was a pitiful sight.

Everyone was terrified. Clark began to speak, his eye shining with a white light:

• "The Five Seals of Heaven deprive the opponent of their senses:

• Touch

• Sight

• Hearing

• Smell

• Taste

Without one sense, humans lose the ability to live fully.

Without sight, you won't see beautiful women or natural landscapes.

Without hearing, you become a fool. Few people will be able to converse with you.

Without smell, you lose one of your important senses that gives meaning to life. Smell... without smell, what is the point of your brain analyzing scents?

Without touch, you cannot grasp anything, you become a burden to yourself and others, and you lose the drive in life to create something deeper with your own strength. Isn't it funny that this world is ruled only by strength? What use are you without your hands???

Without taste, without your tongue, you cannot taste the most delicious foods. Kissing your wife will lose its meaning. Food becomes tasteless. You become a being that cannot taste food, nor eat foods that require chewing. Let's be honest, a human needs to move their tongue while chewing.

Therefore, you lose meaning and the basic survival instinct: food and drink. Without them, you will have no survival instinct, because you will see yourself as a pig eating fodder without sensation.

These are the five principles of a human. Without them, a human is incomplete. And if incomplete, they are not human. Mo Wu Chi, do you see yourself as human after losing your warm sense of touch? You've lost it! Who are you, exactly?!"

It was a terrifying speech. Everyone felt horror.

Clark emanated an aura of majesty and terror.

They were all swallowing their saliva in fear.

Tai Long shouted at Zan Liu at the top of his voice:

• "What are you waiting for?! We'll die before his damn move! Activate the Extreme Formation!"

Clark looked puzzled: What did they mean?

But Clark's eye now saw no one except Mo Wu Chi.

Several seals shot forth.

Swish! Swish! Swish!!!

They destroyed all five of his senses in a savage, horrifying manner.

But Clark had misjudged his target.

A gigantic Extreme Formation appeared, taking the shape of a colossal tower. It was of the sixth immortal rank.

But that didn't mean it was weak and Clark could destroy it.

Even someone with kingly attainment would suffer before an immortal-rank sixth-level Extreme Formation.

And this formation was unique to the Tai clan, which focused on the Path of Light.

But Clark turned subconsciously.

He shouted loudly as he opened his immortal subconscious space for the nymphs!

The nymphs were terrified. They didn't understand why Clark alone was defending them, while Mei Bai, their sister, wasn't present.

Clark screamed at them:

• "Just get in now, or that huge thing in the sky will kill you! Hurry! Mei Bai is now preparing our trump card for victory. Get into the immortal subconscious so I can fight comfortably!"

Bam!!!

A piercing sound, like a gunshot, came directly from the sun.

Clark was terrified. The light covered him from behind.

Clark didn't care; he forcibly pulled the nymphs in. It wasn't their stupidity or distrust—it was tension.

Events were moving too fast, hard to comprehend in mere seconds.

Clark took the attack head-on from that hellish light.

He was severely injured.

He didn't understand why he had defended the nymphs.

But his heart was pounding with excitement.

His face was covered in flames.

Half of his face was horrifically burned.

Even though he used a "Veil of Fire," it was a mortal defensive method, and it was destroyed.

Half his face was burned in a wretched state.

Even his handsome appearance was ruined by the destruction of half his face...

Only his left eye remained.

The two inside the tower were frightened.

They saw the madman who had survived their attack.

He was laughing. They didn't understand.

Clark could have used his world and stopped time, but the result would have been the same miserable outcome, and he might have lost his hand instead of his handsome appearance.

His jawbone was visible, his teeth scattered.

He resembled the reflection of an angel's face... and a demon's!!!

Clark felt his face and laughed.

He didn't scream; he didn't resist the pain. He truly suffered greatly, wanted to scream, but what was the use of screaming in such a situation?

Something like handsomeness and a symmetrical appearance held no influence or even interest for someone like Clark.

In the end, whether a person is handsome or ugly, their fate is to return to the earth—a pitiful end.

Humans pursue beauty, wealth, status, and power.

But they forget one truth: they will eventually become natural fertilizer, and what they accumulated won't matter.

They think about gathering and consuming everything, but forget that living life is what matters most.

Clark looked at the sky, opening his arms:

• "I've never fought so wretchedly in my life."

•"My first and strongest injury. The feeling is truly painful."

•"But someone like me... truly pitiful crying?"

•"No, that's not my nature."

Clark stopped and fell silent.

He said:

• "The moon and sun draw near in a dance written in the color of blood."

•"A soul sentenced itself to climb."

•"A deformed face and a shattered heart."

•"The sun and moon laughed at this warrior who persisted in his struggle."

•"But upon seeing him like this, the sky wept in tribute to his perseverance!!!"

Rain began to fall. Everyone was listening.

Tai Long and Zan Liu didn't deny their admiration for Clark. He had a talent for poetry.

Only veteran cultivators could recite a poem that moved the heavens.

It truly was a great poem. The sky had wept due to his perseverance and fearlessness.

His clothes and scarf were torn and horribly burned. He looked like a beggar.

Yet, he didn't care; he charged like a sword to continue fighting the Sky Tower.

Mei Bai was watching fearfully. Clark was severely injured, and his courage affected her.

A courage Clark displayed, even he was surprised by his own actions. In his best state, he would have preferred to avoid the matter.

But he didn't understand why, left the matter for the future, and focused on his fight.

Mei Bai was concentrating on activating something strange.

It was a strange, radiant will belonging to the original owner of the Sky Island.

Only it could activate the strongest defensive formation and expel these intruders.

Bai Chi Chenqing! The ancestor of the Bai clan!!!

The Bai clan was an extinct clan, and only Mei Bai remained, living inside her ancestor's Sky Island, even hosting the nymphs.

She had to restore Bai Chi Chenqing's will to activate the island's strongest defense and save them immediately!!!

Bam! Bam! Bam!!!

Tai Long screamed in terror:

• "How can he hit the tower when it's in a transparent state?! He merged the Paths of Light and Illusion to create a transparent, hollow aura!"

Clark laughed. His savage face was terrifying:

• "Did you forget that the Sky-Stealing Heavenly Fists can hit and steal anything because of the Immortal Cicada?! Hahahahaha!"

Everyone was horrified.

• "Who in hell can refine the Cicada?! It's known that the Cicada is a demonic Extreme Movement, and its use is forbidden!"

•"Because of it, the Great Demonic Venerable Dao managed to refine that Extreme Movement and bring down extreme phenomena, transferring them to the mortal world!"

•"And because of it, the other Demonic Venerable, the Spectral King Venerable, also escaped!!!"

Seeing such a movement before them was akin to horror.

Moreover, with every direct strike, Clark attacked the Extreme Movements inside him directly.

But what he was doing was only shattering the mortal. He couldn't destroy the immortal, because this formation was profound and difficult for Clark to understand, who didn't even have a basic understanding of formations.

It was an embarrassing situation. Otherwise, if he had attainment in formations, he would have destroyed this colossal thing.

To be continued...

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