Otherworldly Desert Dust-Chapter 547 - 502: Electric Slaughter Execution Chair

Such a grand gesture.

It was equivalent to letting his physical body ascend directly to sacred ordinariness.

Indeed, it was a higher level compared to the conditions given by Dai Jing. If Wu Hen really was eager to step into the high-dimensional space and become a dazzling Heavenly Star in the Alternate Universe, he could indeed sit back and reap the benefits at this moment.

However, Wu Hen still detested the Black Shirt Organization.

He hadn't forgotten that during his second entrance into the Alternate Universe, he was nearly sacrificed to the Evil Spirits by the lower ranks of the Black Shirt Organization. If not for Su Li's protection, he would have become a vegetative person.

He also wouldn't forget that when his homeland was invaded by corrosion of the Alternate Universe, the ideology of the Black Shirt Organization had seeped into those cities caught in the apocalypse panic, and his family was almost burned alive by the cockroaches of the Black Shirt Organization.

In the Alternate Universe, insignificant people talk about gains and losses. Someone like Wu Hen, who had already stood out and reached a higher dimensional level, only spoke about temper.

Is the Black Shirt Organization actually the Savior?

Or is Dai Jing a new, brutal ruler?

Wu Hen admitted he couldn't see clearly at the moment.

Since he couldn't see clearly, and had to take sides, Wu Hen would undoubtedly stand with Dai Jing, who was good-looking, had clear thoughts, and even bore some resemblance to an old acquaintance. How could he possibly go to the side of the Black Robe Sect Leader who once nearly killed his family...

As for the Super Tenth Rank Life Pearl, if the Black Sky Lord had it, by killing him, it would still belong to Wu Hen!

"Sorry, Dai Jing Yan is reasonable, and you still carry the stench of cockroaches. Blame it on your pathetic followers; they have made me extremely detestable of your entire organization," Wu Hen sternly refused.

Upon hearing this, the Black Sky Lord's face turned as dark as burnt charcoal.

Is this man's brain bubbled up!?

He clearly doesn't need to do anything to obtain the most valuable thing. Doesn't the allure of becoming a God matter to him?

This form of idealism is idiotic; it deserves to be tortured and violated under layers of cruel Laws.

"Then rot and generate maggots in this land!" The Black Sky Lord immediately switched his demeanor, encountering such an indifferent outsider was rare, but this Alternate Universe had all sorts of species, and Ge Yuan didn't mind burying another interfering Pseudo-God!

The Black Sky Lord was just not sure he could kill Wu Hen, but that didn't mean he feared this opponent.

He moved silently, but his killing intent was tumultuous and fierce. Dark and sinister claws would always extend from Wu Hen's blind spots, aiming to directly extract Wu Hen's internal organs.

Wu Hen's eyes were observing at a high frequency.

Some unavoidable fatal attacks could only rely on the protection of the Mist Battle Clothing.

However, the protection of the Mist Battle Clothing also had its limits. As the Mist Particles decreased, Wu Hen also realized that if he couldn't fathom the power type of the Black Sky Lord, he would need to expose his other Divine Skills.

Suddenly, the Black Sky Lord transformed into a pair of enormous black wings, overshadowing the sky above Wu Hen, like a terrifying Death God opening its Wings of Death and intending to harvest Wu Hen's soul with quite brutal means.

Wu Hen felt immense oppression. He tried to burst forth at maximum speed, turning his figure into a blur of blue-purple light, but no matter how the light moved, it seemed to be enveloped by the pair of Death God's black wings, unable to escape.

"Swish, swish, swish!!!!"

Invisible harvesting of Death fell, giving the impression that multiple Soul Scythes were slashing at Wu Hen, and numerous utterly bizarre Death God Birds pecking at his flesh, sharing his skin.

The Mist Battle Clothing shattered instantly, and the surrounding Resentment Energy also completely disintegrated. Wu Hen's unprotected body was exposed under the huge black wings of the Death God, his body bizarrely rigid, fixed on the Execution Chair, undergoing a sky burial ceremony under the hazy gaze of the Death God.

Wu Hen was greatly surprised.

This Black Sky Lord's strength is extraordinary.

It turns out that his prior bargaining was merely to avoid exposing his more immense power.

Still in utter silence, Wu Hen's Hearing couldn't discern this cruel killing technique.

He needed to concentrate, attempting to analyze using other Perception.

Because of this, he had to endure some pain.

Pain was the most activating of human senses. Wu Hen, ensuring that he wouldn't be directly reduced to bones, calmly accepted the lashings of the Wings of Death God.

The level of this lashing, compared to the agony inflicted by Disaster previously, cannot be referred to as tickling, but still couldn't shake the resilient spirit honed there.

It hurt, but it couldn't cause any emotional fluctuations in Wu Hen.

With this pain, Wu Hen began to discern carefully, exploring the manner of this peculiar power tormenting him.

To feel more distinctly, Wu Hen even blocked his other perceptions, leaving only such a pure body, using its tactile and painful sensations to capture unknown information.

Tactile Perception is the earliest awakened human sense, including infants initially using their mouths to taste everything they touch, which is also dominated by tactile Perception.

Wu Hen knew that although he did not have Tactile Awakening, he attempted to perceive this battle in the most primitive way.

After shutting off his Perception yesterday, Wu Hen experienced a completely different kind of "Painful Baptism"—it was no longer countless scythes slicing across his body or numerous Death God Birds pecking at him; it felt as if his entire body was submerged in a sulfuric acid spring!

What kind of power is liquid??

This made Wu Hen utterly confused.

He clearly saw a solid black power, sharp as blades and claws; how could it be liquid, shouldn't it have been more uniform?

The pain intensified.

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Numerous wounds appeared on Wu Hen's body, consistent with cuts and punctures...

Suddenly, he felt a sensation like seaweed in a river, followed by a long, narrow wound opening on his chest!

Sharp seaweed??

Could his own sense of touch really be so primitive, beginning to transmit such discordant information to his brain?

Of course, describing it as seaweed wasn't quite right.

It should be the swiftly passing ruo leaves.

As the baptism grew fiercer, Wu Hen was no longer in a sulfuric acid spring, but rather soaking under a sulfuric acid waterfall poured down from above, filled with sharp ruo leaves flowing down and, having softened by the acid, bringing a sensation reminiscent of Lingchi...

"No, senses do not deceive the brain, only the brain concocts imagery based on past experiences."

"Black Sky Lord's power is indeed liquid, most likely a fine mist particle even smaller than Mist Particles, akin to water vapor—invisible in the air which also explains the black fog surrounding him..."

Wu Hen suddenly remembered when he cleaved the Black Sky Lord's Black Fog Puppet with the Resentment Greatsword, the black fog burst into an oily substance containing fiber-like materials.

"I understand now!"

Wu Hen had a sudden realization.

It was the intensely irritating Biological Wetness!!

This Biological Wetness could be controlled, forming into strands to increase its corrosive concentration, swiftly destroying human tissue as if cut by sharp blades or torn by poisonous claws.

His sense of touch hadn't deceived him.

He was now soaking in a massive basin of Biological Wetness, and the Black Sky Lord could adjust the mist's density; once the concentration increased, they became the "sharp" ruo leaves in the water flow, in reality, highly corrosive Sharp Liquid Fibers!

These lethal liquid fibers, no armor or Transcendent body could withstand; most importantly, these fibers were silent, undetectable by his Hearing, as even the densest fog makes no sound!

Having clarified this, Wu Hen couldn't help but tremble with excitement.

He really was a genius!

Even overwhelmed by his enemy's powerful moves, he could still discern the true essence within the suffering and, once he evolved to Tenth Rank, he vowed to ask Nuwa Yan for a first Super Tenth Rank Life breakthrough gift package to assist in awakening his sense of touch!

In fact, when Wu Hen abandoned his god-like powerful Perception and "sincerely" immersed himself in the painful sense of touch, his tactile factor was already animated, nearing its own Spirit Awakening.

He opened his eyes.

He saw his mangled, bloodied body.

His perfect, robustly masculine body, made filthy and evil by the Black Sky Lord's whip, which angered Wu Hen.

Standing there, his eyes erupted with fury.

This fury was even somewhat dazzling to the Black Sky Lord.

He could hardly believe it— was this guy made of stone? How could he remain so vibrant after such torment by his power!

"It's my turn to torture you, but can your old bones withstand it!"

Wu Hen released all the Electric Slaughter Particles from his Thunder Arm Guard, the purple currents already dazzling in the air, now surrounded by Biological Wetness, setting up a complex network of electrical circuits for Wu Hen's Electric Slaughter Energy to become even more ferocious.

The Electric Slaughter soared into the sky, becoming colossal Wilderness Evil Dragons, intertwining into massive pillar-like Demon Thrones, and chains of electrical flow firmly entrapped the Black Sky Lord within this Demon Throne!

"Taste the Execution Chair I meticulously prepared for you!"

At this moment, Wu Hen seemed transformed into a god-ascended Emperor Yongxin, pressing the Black Sky Lord onto that chair filled with high-voltage Electric Slaughter.

As Wu Hen turned on the electricity, billions of volts transformed into encompassing Thunder, crushing towards the Black Sky Lord.

The Black Sky Lord's body was not as robust as Wu Hen's.

One of the four principal leaders of the Black Shirt Organization was actually very fragile; he had begun screaming like a pig during his initial experience under the Execution Chair, likely having often inflicted torment on other lives during his long, cold-blooded career while seldom experiencing true pain himself, not even on the surface.

Perfect, Wu Hen would satisfy him all at once.

Not only allowing him to physically feel the despair and prolongation of the electric chair but also allowing his soul to spiral up and feel the shattering thunder from all angles without dead ends.