The True Power of the Second Form

The petals scattered with the night wind.

A pink halo covered the petals, outlining a romantic picture.

The scene created by the charming petals stunned the three Guardians.

Their defenses gradually relaxed, as if they had given up resisting, mesmerized by the beautiful picture.

But beneath this beautiful scene was a chilling killing intent.

The speed of the petals’ movement increased sharply, their trajectory becoming difficult to track, as they dodged and twisted in space as if ignoring the laws of physics.

In just a few seconds, the three Guardians quickly broke free from the illusion, only to be met by a dense cloud of petals.

Yang An and the others roared in helpless anger, “Do you really have to force our hand?”

At the same time, they each unleashed their own power, urgently avoiding the deadly petal storm.

The petals pursued them relentlessly, the killing intent contained within them suffocating Yang An and his two companions.

The three, already covered in wounds, had to do their best to resist the attack of the petals.

But while they could block most of them, a few slipped through their defensive line, continuing to leave deep, long wounds on their bodies.

The three immediately dropped towards the ground.

In the air, the petals had too much room to maneuver, with attacks coming from all six sides.

If they were on the ground, they could reduce some of the damage.

A gust of wind blew past, and the petals became even more agile, swarming towards the three like a dense cloud of bees.

Liu Zhuang and Fang Han also rushed towards the ground at high speed.

Various colors appeared on the weapons of Yang An and the others, and the fluctuation of their abilities distorted the air.

With no other choice, the three of them also began to use their Life Source Energy to fight.

The three of them didn’t understand.

That woman looked so gentle and weak, so why was she so ferocious in a fight?

After activating their Life Source Energy, their speed, strength, and resistance all increased dramatically, and their control over energy particles also improved a lot.

For the hundred-something-year-old Yang An and his companions, the stolen Life Source Energy was consumed at a much greater rate than the Life Source Energy that naturally existed in their lives.

In their bodies, the vast majority of their Life Source Energy was stolen from the outside.

So when it was used, it was much harder for them to recover, and they aged more easily.

The Life Source Energy in a human body is not constant, nor does it decrease with age.

As long as it is not consumed too much in a short period of time, it can be slowly recovered through cultivation and refining energy particles.

And this recovery ability is closely related to the body’s functions.

Although the three of them looked young, there were many hidden dangers lurking in their bodies.

Once they used a large amount of Life Source Energy, it could be extremely difficult to recover, and could even cause irreversible aging.

All three of them cherished their lives.

When they urged their Life Source Energy, they would look left and right to see if the other two were also putting in the effort, or if they were just acting.

Han Chen, who had preserved the most strength, looked at the watchful eyes of Yang An and Qi Yu and said helplessly, “Really…”

He had originally planned to take the opportunity to escape.

“Better you die than me,” as the saying goes.

To Han Chen, his own life was far more important than any so-called partnership.

But the looks in Yang An and the others’ eyes were clearly warning him that if he dared to escape alone, the two of them might offer up his life as a pledge of allegiance.

Shi Yidie took the lead, charging straight down to the ground, with Fang Han and the other following behind.

The pink petals formed a pink cloud, swooping down on the three who were ready for battle.

The four darts collided violently with each other, merging under the influence of the pale blue energy particles and Life Source Energy to form a giant, face-sized dart.

Han Chen put his hands together in front of him and, with a forceful grasp, the giant dart shot straight towards the cloud of petals.

It was incredibly fast, leaving a sonic boom in the air as it rushed towards the sky, as if wanting to shatter it.

The veins on Yang An’s face bulged.

He held his saber in his right hand, and a halo of light gradually gathered on the blade.

A few white strands faintly appeared in his short black hair.

The air seemed unable to withstand such pressure, and a whine like the cry of a blade faintly emanated from beside the saber.

As if reaching some kind of limit, Yang An lifted the saber with both hands and slashed upwards from below.

A blue-white, crescent-moon-shaped energy wave, filled with an infinite sword intent, shot towards the sky.

Qi Yu’s whole body was tensed, a cerulean halo covering his body, like a Buddhist statue.

A pale blue mist rose from his iron staff.

He held the long staff with tensed arms, pushed off the ground with both feet, and shot towards the sky like a firework.

But the somewhat scattered blades slowly gathered together, forming a downward-pointing cone.

Shi Yidie was inside that cone, her hands spread downwards, held above her head, supporting the rapidly rotating petals.

The petals spun faster and faster, and a hurricane whipped up around them.

Liu Zhuang glanced at Fang Han, who was diagonally behind him, and said, “You don’t need to join in. The two of us are enough!”

Fang Han pouted but said nothing.

After all, being weak was the original sin.

His strength was indeed far too different from that of the Second Form warriors who had begun to fight for their lives.

Helpless, Fang Han slowed down and began to move away from the battlefield.

Liu Zhuang’s eyes glowed with the earthy brown light of the ground.

The light slowly spread over his entire body, making him look like a god of war of the earth.

Even at the second tier, there were still differences.

One could get a glimpse of this from the light emitted from their bodies.

The three cultists were merely using their Life Source Energy to agitate their energy particles and stimulate their bodies to enhance their power bursts and physical mobility.

But this was just an ordinary Second Form warrior.

A top-tier Second Form warrior was connected to the world’s will, a being that had mastered certain natural laws.

Liu Zhuang, he had a nickname: “Earth Bear.”

Liu Zhuang smashed down viciously on Qi Yu, like an airplane crashing into a sparrow.

Qi Yu’s upward momentum came to a screeching halt, and then he was slammed viciously back towards the earth.

“BOOM!!”

A huge roar sounded out as a massive crater was smashed into the concrete road.

Liu Zhuang, glowing brown, held Qi Yu’s bald head in one hand.

Then he slammed Qi Yu’s head hard against the ground.

It was a thrilling physical brawl, but it was just a one-sided beating.

Qi Yu’s hands trembled.

His battle staff had long been lost to the side.

The immense pressure left him no room to resist.

He only felt that the man was like a brown bear rampaging all over him, and intense pain radiated from every part of his body.

His brain slowly grew dull, and he couldn’t even feel the pain anymore.

The pitch-black sky became even more…

On the other side, the pink cone was like the most unstoppable sharp weapon.

The giant dart and the skyward crescent moon were like trees caught in a tornado.

They were directly sucked in and then thrown out.

The pink cone only paused for a moment, then charged towards the two with an even more ferocious impact.

Yang An and Han Chen looked at the ever-growing pink tornado, their faces filled with despair, their hands and feet ice-cold.

They were locked on and had no chance to escape.

Shi Yidie exerted her strength again.

With a push of her hands, the cone broke away and smashed into the two dazed cultist Guardians.

In the raging wind, only their unwilling wails and mournful cries could be heard.