For the first time, Evan Chu felt a real sense of crisis as Logan Vaughn charged at him. He hadn’t finished resonating with the elemental molecules in this domain, leaving his entire body unable to move. It was as if he were standing there, waiting to be cut down—there was almost no way to avoid death in a situation like this.
In a flash, Logan Vaughn's attack was right in front of him. At that moment, the crushing pressure of the spatial domain around Evan vanished, but he still couldn’t use any martial arts to defend himself—not even teleportation. All he could do was watch helplessly as Logan’s devastating strike landed.
Evan caught a glimpse of Logan’s smug, arrogant smile—the kind of look a strongman gives when bullying the weak, a face you’d never forget. "Boom!" The sword-qi slammed into Evan’s body, blasting him hundreds of meters away.
An explosion of pain tore through him like never before—Evan felt like his body was no longer his own. As he was sent flying, a surge of black, ink-like blood sprayed from his chest, though Evan never saw it himself.
Logan Vaughn sneered at Evan in the distance, "Hahaha! You’re nothing but trash—how dare you compete with me for Luna? This time, let’s see if you can still survive!"
But Logan didn’t immediately tear open the black-hole space—doing that would require a massive amount of energy. Killing Evan had already drained him, and his wounds hadn’t fully healed. So he sat cross-legged in midair to recover, not even sparing Evan a glance.
At this point, Evan could only be described as dead. His body was torn apart by sword-qi, his organs utterly destroyed. Aside from his intact head, the rest of him was nothing but a pile of mangled flesh—a body in name only.
Yet Evan’s soul and divine sense remained. Staring at his ruined body, he could only let out a bitter smile—this time he’d really gone too far. But compared to breaking through the seventh layer of the Starforge Body, this was nothing. The pain was excruciating, but his hatred for Logan burned even hotter.
Logan naturally thought Evan was dead, but he wasn’t. Right then, the five elements slowly began to emerge from Evan’s shattered body, swirling and gathering speed. Soon, the elemental molecules throughout the black-hole space were swept up as well—Evan couldn’t help but find this strange.
Suddenly, he remembered what Luna once told him—after mastering Fivefold Element-Shift, he was basically immortal. As long as his soul endured, he could use the five elements to rebuild his body. The elemental energy quickly enveloped Evan, growing thicker and spinning faster by the second.
Logan had been focused on healing, but when he saw the bizarre phenomenon surrounding Evan, he couldn’t stay calm. Staring in utter disbelief, he muttered, "What the hell is this? Is that kid actually coming back to life? If so, this is way too freakish. No—I have to stop him!"
Logan’s figure flashed as he charged at Evan’s cocoon of five-element energy, swinging his longsword with all his might. "Boom!" A deafening crash echoed in the black-hole space—Logan was blasted back hundreds of meters before he could steady himself, his sword hand trembling violently, the flesh torn open and bleeding.
"What insane defense... What the hell is this kid? How can something so freakish even exist?" Logan stared at Evan, his face twisted in terror.
Evan, meanwhile, felt like a tiny boat adrift on a vast ocean—completely powerless to control himself. After a long while, the swirling elemental energy slowed and stopped, leaving a multicolored barrier around him. If Luna were here, she’d be stunned: this barrier was formed from the purest five-element essence. If Evan could absorb it, his Ninefold Stellar Transformation would leap forward in power.
Even if he couldn’t push Fivefold Element-Shift to its second layer, he’d still be close—but Evan was too badly wounded to absorb the energy. Instead, the five elements focused on restoring his body. That was the true miracle of Ninefold Stellar Transformation.
Slowly, the five-element energy seeped into Evan’s body, repairing his wounds. He could feel it clearly—it was almost like breaking through another layer of the Starforge Body. The barrier began to fade as his recovery accelerated, but just then, Logan seemed to sense something and flashed back in front of him.
"Kid, I didn’t expect you to have such a heaven-defying technique. I want it! Either hand it over, or I’ll soul-search you myself. If it comes to that, you’ll wish you were dead. In this black-hole space, no one can save you. Even if you resurrect a hundred or a thousand times, I’ll still kill you. You have no choice." Logan threatened coldly.
Evan quickly checked his condition—his body was almost fully healed, and even his drained Chaos Dragon Force had mysteriously recovered. He laughed, "Logan Vaughn, you really are shameless. Saying crap like that without blinking—no wonder Luna will never love you. Who’d ever find happiness with a snake like you?"
"Don’t get cocky, kid. You think you can come back to life? I’ll soul-search your memories this time and see how you resurrect again!" Logan spat.
"Maybe you’re not even capable of that. Today, this black-hole space will be your burial ground. Even an ant can slay an elephant one day—prepare to die!" Evan roared, swinging the Frostbane Sword in a lightning-fast strike. He knew better than anyone the value of striking first; if he could drive Logan back, he could escape.
Logan had already tasted the power of Star-Cleave. Seeing Evan attack, he instantly dodged backward, retreating hundreds of meters, while Evan also hurriedly fell back.
Just then, Evan spotted a clump of black matter floating in the air. It felt eerily familiar—like the blood impurity Luna had once forced out of his chest during the Dragonblood Crucible. Suddenly, it clicked: Logan’s monstrous attack had blasted the impurity from his heart, and Evan hadn’t even realized it.