Beating Instances through Words Left by the Dead

Chapter 721 - 325: Today Is the Day

Just as the Great Saint Mother was adding drama in her heart, Wu Chang had already crossed the area where the flames had been neutralized, just within ten meters of the Great Saint Mother.

How could he be sure it was exactly ten meters?

Because the upgraded Mamba Iron Elbow had a lock-on distance of ten meters, and now his skill was activated.

"Mamba!"

Hearing the thunderous roar overhead, the Great Saint Mother turned her gaze back to Wu Chang, who was elbow-striking towards her.

Again with this move, did he really think the same technique could affect a god twice?

Especially a god about to reveal their true form.

The Great Saint Mother tilted her head upwards to look at Wu Chang, her body clad in a white battle armor that shone brightly, rendering her presence almost ethereal, teetering between existence and nonexistence.

Her Pure Battle Armor was something she smuggled into the plane, deceiving the barrier of the Desolate Realm with great heart power.

The Pure Battle Armor was condensed from her mid-tier god abilities, with effects comparable to the Holy Mark. Although it couldn’t fully manifest its power before revealing the true divine body, it could still exhibit fundamental effects.

By triggering the energy within the Pure Battle Armor, she would enter an absolutely pure state.

In an absolutely pure state, she would be immune to the majority of attacks and negative statuses, and even her existence could not be perceived.

Unperceivable, untouchable, inviolable.

Even a mid-tier god with similar strength would find it difficult to break through her absolutely pure state.

Mortals, today I will show you that as ants, you can’t even gaze upon a god.

Tremble and shudder under the divine power.

Watching the Great Saint Mother with a gold medal-winning face of assured victory, Wu Chang’s face slowly formed a question mark.

Why is this woman standing stupidly in place?

Does she think that by acting cute, he won’t hit her? Besides, she’s not even as cute as Erin.

The distance between them rapidly shortened—three meters, two meters, one meter.

The two were so close that the Great Saint Mother could already feel the wind generated by Wu Chang’s iron elbow.

Wu Chang never once showed a hint of confusion or panic, causing the Great Saint Mother to become anxious.

It makes no sense; a mortal from the Desolate Realm couldn’t possibly break through her absolute purity.

Feeling something was wrong, she wanted to escape, but the dignity of a higher-plane god forbade her from fearing a mortal.

She held her face tight, proudly lifting her chin, refusing to retreat an inch.

In the next moment, Wu Chang’s elbow disregarded the absolute purity, passing through the ethereal armor covering the Great Saint Mother, precisely striking her face.

The Great Saint Mother let out a painful groan, falling from the sky like a kite with a broken string. Various abnormal states that reached the essence not only elbowed her out of the absolutely pure state, but also forcibly interrupted her true divine body.

Bang!

The Great Saint Mother crashed hard onto the ground, shattering the sturdy stone pavement of the small town, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The elbow-striking Wu Chang was caught by Erin. This time, in front of others, Erin did not princess-carry him but held his hand, using magic power to help them land steadily.

Back on the ground, Wu Chang saw the Great Saint Mother sitting in the deep pit, her eyes vacant, her face full of disbelief, as if her long-established worldview was crumbling.

A distinct red mark appeared around her nose, with nosebleeds uncontrollably flowing out, making her look both embarrassed and pitiable.

Faced with the pressure from the Master of the Deep Sea, the two sides might very well become allies next, making such a severe blow to a teammate seem a bit unreasonable.

To ease the atmosphere between them, Wu Chang said:

"I didn’t expect you wouldn’t dodge."

Great Saint Mother: ...

The nose, struck by the elbow, delivered a sharp pain, causing tears to uncontrollably flow out.

Too unfair, who interrupts someone’s transformation technique in battle? Even villains aren’t this ruthless.

Covering her nose, the Great Saint Mother raged powerlessly, "Mortal, you have wounded a god once again. I swear, next time we meet, I’ll make you pay the price."

Her harsh words carried much momentum, but unconsciously included a "next time."

Unable to enter the true divine body, to utilize the Pure Battle Armor, her strength in a mortal state wasn’t much superior to Archbishop Gelman.

Victory was impossible today; she could only find a way to retreat, to regroup and figure out how to deal with this damned mortal.

Upon hearing the Great Saint Mother’s signal, Archbishop Gelman, trapped within the Light Saber Sword Array and unable to move, suddenly took action. In a flash, he crossed the blockade of the Light Saber and arrived at the Great Saint Mother’s side.

With a wave of the Gillman Cloak, he protected the Great Saint Mother.

In the next moment, a space array appeared beneath their feet, and with a flash of light, they vanished from Briff Island.

After the spatial shift, even before Gelman could gather his thoughts, he heard applauding coming from above his head.

The untraceable voice of Wu Chang came from overhead.

"Who would’ve thought, who would’ve thought, Lord Archbishop Gelman not only excels in Light Magic but is also a master of Space Magic."

"Deploying two consecutive space teleports, your insight is profound, probably not far from a grandmaster. With someone else, you might have really gotten away."

Hearing Wu Chang’s remarks, Gelman looked around and realized that the place they had teleported to was not the warship equipped with a Space Transmission Array, but a desolate sea.

He and the Great Saint Mother were standing on a small boat, while Wu Chang sat on a golden throne, floating in the air, clapping in praise.

Wu Chang’s tone wasn’t facetious; Archbishop Gelman’s space magic surpassed his own. If it were plane natives or the Deep Sea Race, they might have actually escaped.

But as luck would have it, Wu Chang was also a master of Space Magic, although not as skilled as Gelman, he was able to stop them nonetheless.