The Journey of Overthrowing the Celestial Emperor
Ch. 217 ~ Shadows
In the dark energy, came a black shadow, spread out with a dark mist then gathered to form a human but only half a legless waist.
"I didn't expect you to be this close, young man! You can wait for me outside, and we'll solve our problems out there!" say that figure.
"You don't have to mince words, God of Death. Even outside, or in this world, it still won't change the fact that I will defeat you easily!" Zhang Ziyi said seriously. He also slightly exalted himself in comparison to the Death God. Given these Death Gods who had been injured by their fight a few days ago, so Zhang Ziyi did not need to doubt his talk earlier.
"Well, why are you so confident? And just so you know, this is my world of creation. You know what that means?" The God of Death said in a cynical tone. He disappeared into black dust, then reappeared right behind Zhang Ziyi.
"That means I can do anything here! Even killing you without touching a single thing I can!"
"really? Then, show me, how do you do it?!" Zhang Ziyi unleashed five pieces of thin light blades. Darting at high speed, leading to that figure who was none other than the God of Death.
The five blades of light precisely hit the body of the Death God.
Whush!
Just as the Death God instantly fell down, his body had returned to its crude form and was no longer spirit.
Tossed in disbelief. The Death God was so confident in his current condition that it had recovered by around eighty percent. Added to being in the world of his own creation–, it should have been a small attack earlier would not have succeeded to injure him, let alone to make his body return to its rough shape.
"Hows it? How'd you do it?" The God of Death seemed still in disbelief, until he asked the ridiculous thing to his own opponent.
"I have no right to answer unimportant questions from you. All I need is your Death–!" zhang Ziyi said expressionlessly.
Armed with the previous fight, Zhang Ziyi knew of the weakness of this Death God spirit form. Where his body is very vulnerable to spirit energy that is united with Light. Hence he used those two combined energies to create a blade of light and attack the Death God earlier.
"You think you can put me back in shape? Tch, it's not that easy!. It can force me to return to my rugged form, with the blade of Light earlier, doesn't mean you've discovered my weakness completely." The God of Death rose from his position that was originally sitting on the ground.
Tidying up his clothes for a moment, after which the God of Death began to do hand seals.
Thousands of evil spirits were seen filling the place. To form a thick fog that covers the visibility. Zhang Zhili as well as the six fellow Zhang Ziyi including Laohu himself, felt bland to him.
"Everybody, hold your breath! Do not let you breathe the air that has been filled with evil spirits. Also create an energy shield that protects your body. Don't let them get into you and take control of your body."
Although they could not see Zhang Ziyi's current whereabouts, they still did as Zhang Ziyi commanded them.
Currently, neither Zhang Lan, Zhang Zhili nor the others are together, in other words, the thick of the spirits until they separate their existence.
Each of them took out a stance and attacked in any direction, in fact it managed to injure some spirits. Their current attacks alone had been able to hit the spirits. This happened because of the Heavenly Soul Pill that Zhang Ziyi had given them previously.
On the other hand, Zhang Ziyi was dealing with the Death God. At first it was a draw. Because the Death God used a cunning way by controlling what was around him to attack Zhang Ziyi. Even he could create anything here, including Zhang Ziyi's own shadow.
This world was the creation of the God of Death. Dimensions that resembled the World of souls, and only a God of death had them. It's like a legacy passed down from heir to heir. It was once owned by the Death God who came from the Blood Ghost mask, but now it has fallen into the hands of the Death God who is now.
Here the God of Death could increase his strength without hindrance meant so quickly. The world has certain weaknesses. Where when used to create things that contain great energy, it will affect the power of the user.
The Death God had yet to feel any side effects from it now. So that he freely unleashed the power of creation, attacking Zhang Ziyi all out without thinking about how the effects he would receive later.
Zhang Ziyi was currently fighting with his own shadow. On the other hand, the Death God himself was waiting for his second Battle from afar. While controlling that shadowy figure resembling Zhang Ziyi.
This shadow of Zhang Ziyi had a look exactly like Zhang Ziyi's. Even the Heavenly Dragon sword was possessed by that shadow. It could be said, this opponent of Zhang Ziyi was a duplicate of him. However, he had black skin as well as fiery red eyes.
The fight was both, creating huge damage to the ground. Even the evil spirits that had covered the place were immediately devoured by the two. Cracked ground, evaporating magma liquid. But both continue the fight.
"This shadow has the same skill as me. Every time I put out a move or skill, it would definitely be imitated by this shadow!" zhang Ziyi's Inner on the sidelines of his Fight.
"Yes, that's just beyond my strength. It means that everything I put out can indeed be imitated by this shadow because the controller can see clearly what I use!" Zhang Ziyi brushed off the sword emitted by the shadow. Replying with a loud slash, then taking some distance.
"If so, would you still be able to replicate this!?" Zhang Ziyi. He then made a hand gesture. After that, he turned his body into several parts. He used a water shadow body, which he had previously passed down this skill to Zhang Yin, before they set foot in the Dragon Continent, the Middle Realm.
Zhang Ziyi's body broke into seven pieces. All of them move quickly on different sides. Attacking the shadow without pause. On the other hand, the shadow itself had no time to replicate what Zhang Ziyi was doing because Zhang Ziyi's speed in acting was so out of his calculations.
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As time went by, the shadow that resembled Zhang Ziyi had managed to destroy two shards of Zhang Ziyi's water body. Now only five more continue to move, attacking the Shadow brutally. Although they were only water, they had the exact same form as Zhang Ziyi, with strength only covering seventy percent of Zhang Ziyi's original strength.
While on the other hand, the figure who controlled the shadow resembling Zhang Ziyi was putting on a cynical grin when what was in control managed to destroy two pieces of Zhang Ziyi's body.
But his expression instantly turned 180 degrees when he found that the one who moved to attack the black shadow was indeed only a fragment of Zhang Ziyi's body, only, while his original body was currently watching the fight between shadows beside the black shadow controller resembling Zhang Ziyi himself who was none other than the God of Death.
Flinched, the Death God let out a reflex without control.
"What are you surprised about, old man? Let's watch their fight together!" Zhang Ziyi put up a cynical ridge.