Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader

After the mountain collapse-like violent explosion, the Holy Tomb collapsed in the eyes of countless panicked Players who were fleeing.

More Players were buried alive within, the lucky ones were crushed to death and returned to their Resurrection Points, while the unlucky ones were buried in the rubble struggling for air.

If fortune smiled, hands were not trapped, one could commit suicide for relief, but if not and hands were trapped, they might have to resort to head bashing or slowly suffocating or starving to death for escape.

For a moment, complaints echoed within the Holy Tomb, a ghastly sight, while those who escaped outside felt lingering fears, and many players’ dark traits flared up, some gloating, others jumping and cursing their mothers.

”Damn! What kind of heartless wretch caused this collapse? I curse his ancestors!”

”Lucky for me, I was outside stocking elixirs and didn’t enter the Holy Tomb, but just before the explosion, I saw the clan emblems of the Seven Great Families rising from the north, south, east, and west, then the blast happened. It was likely the plotting of the Seven Great Families, aiming to wipe us all out! How vicious!”

”Stop joking, look at ourselves, what makes us worthy of such grand action from the Seven Great Families? Surely they were targeting the Black Wind Village Chief inside the Holy Tomb; we were just unlucky collateral damage.”

”Where’s the Black Wind Village Chief? With such a massive explosion, could he be dead?”

”Use your ass to think! Impossible! Don’t ask why, just know Brother Da Li is invincible!”

”Boom!——!”

Amid the lingering smoke and dust over the ruins, rocks suddenly burst open, revealing first a massive black dragon head studded with sinister bone spikes.

Atop the dragon head, a bulky martial artist, shirtless, muscles knotted and strong, clad in crimson essence, cradling a woman, soared riding the dragon.

A high, joyful dragon roar erupted abruptly, turning into terrifying sound waves dispersing the dust and lifting chunks of rocks and earth, clawing into the sky.

”He’s still there!”

”Not even a scratch?”

”Retreat! Quick retreat!”

In the forests to the east, west, north, and south, dozens of eyes filled with shock and fear focused on the silhouette atop the flying dragon above the distant ruins, its overwhelming and terrifying aura made them shiver in fear.

”Disperse, retreat!”

In the east, a dignified elder in black Swordsman attire decisively raised a hand, and at the command, crouched and leaped, his figure instantly blurring and disappearing.

”Whoosh! Whoosh!”

All other high-ranking members of the Seven Great Families also immediately scattered, fleeing like birds and beasts in all directions.

At this moment, they were not overly tense.

For they were already highly scattered, and all had their Inner Breath suppressed deep in the Dantian to hide it.

Even if the Black Wind Village Chief wanted to track them, he would first have to locate their positions; by the time he did and pursued them, they would have already scattered farther, turning it into a game of luck on who the Black Wind Village Chief would chase.

As these secretly relieved thoughts lingered in their minds.

Above the distant ruins, Jiang Dali stood towering on the dragon head like a Demon God, his full head of cold-textured, golden hair dazzling exceptionally under the sunlight.

He looked down, overseeing everything, clearly sensing with his Qi Mechanism the dozens of little mice previously marked, scurrying in every direction trying to escape. A cold smile crept on his lips, his gaze flashed with a killing intent, his hair moving without wind, eyes brimming with a brilliant, resplendent Golden Light, and the veins on his temples bulging out prominently.

”Die!!”

Suddenly, all members of the Seven Great Families scattering to escape in different directions felt a strong unsettling terror gripping their Spirit.

Only feeling an incomparably massive, merciless pressure descending upon their minds, a vivid picture emerged in each of their minds: a robust martial artist, clad in crimson essence, muscles knotted, covered in menacing black-gold patterns, emanating an astonishingly oppressive presence in their minds, beneath the thick eyebrows flashed intimidating Golden Light from icy tiger eyes, lips curling into a mockingly lethal cold smile.

”Did you really think... you could escape?”

As the words fell, a tide-like wave of killing intent accompanied by a terrifying Primordial Spirit Shock crashed directly into the minds of all Seven Great Families’ members in the four cardinal directions.

”Ahhh!—”

”No!!”

The extremely terrified screams emanated from the forests all around, yet swiftly came to an abrupt halt.

Dozens of experts from the Seven Great Families only felt spiritual collapse, mental disintegration, all fighting spirit, battle intent, and courage shattered instantly, their breath stifling, and simultaneously a booming crash in their brains as they all lost consciousness due to ’spiritual collapse,’ almost all bleeding from all seven orifices, dying violently on the spot.

Only three survived, perhaps due to formidable strength, or Jiang Dali’s intention, but all suffered severe wounds.

Although Jiang Dali did not physically strike, with his terrifying strength at the Returning to Truth Realm 9th layer, as long as he locked on to the corresponding target Qi Mechanism, he could launch a large-scale terrifying mental attack on multiple targets even from a thousand miles away.

This kind of attack, despite being weakened due to dispersing Primordial Spirit Power among many targets, still inflicted devastatingly terrifying damage on Heavenly Experts below the Returning to Truth Realm, the impact of his killing aura comparable to an army charge.