Chapter 59: Demonic Surge
The howling wind outraced the words, striking with ferocious suddenness. The gale carried the metallic scent of fresh blood; the left arm of the elephant-headed demon vanished entirely, its tusk-like limb spinning wildly into the air. The demon's single eye rolled sharply to the left, as if trying to catch a glimpse of its own wound. A thin red line appeared across its eye, and half its head slid smoothly along the flat severance plane.
A dense web of lethal blood-red lines flashed, and a full three demons were sliced into countless fragments!
Chu Hengkong silently vibrated his blade.
For Meng Chenggong knew that even if he managed to withstand the tenth strike, certain death awaited him thereafter, as the disciples of the Blood Demon Palace would never let slip such an opportunity.
His movement technique was bizarre, skimming through the air like a phantom. A mere few bounds carried him hundreds of feet away.
The doors of a colossal warship swung wide open, and figures soared forth from within. At their vanguard stood a warrior clad in golden battle armor that radiated a divine, luminous glow, resembling an undefeated golden god of war.
A shocking burst of blood erupted from Ye Tian's chest. Though he narrowly avoided his vital organs, he still suffered a severe wound; a terrifying, gaping hole was cleanly pierced right through his torso.
Nala flickered, instantly appearing beside the dragon god's corpse. She reached out, levitating the creature's spatial ring directly into her grasp, and respectfully presented it to Ning Gang with both hands.
"Goodness gracious, this is going to be the death of me!" A-yuan waved her handkerchief and caught her breath before stepping across the threshold. The room was tidy enough, though the furnishings appeared a few shades older. Paying no mind to anything else, she hurried forward and shoved open the four wooden windows. The hot outdoor wind rushed in, sweeping away the suffocating, strange odor lingering inside.
"I'll fight! Why would I not?!" A crimson glare flickered in Ye Tian's eyes. Though his reason told him that avoiding battle was the wisest choice, unlike previous skirmishes, backing down now under the gaze of everyone present meant that even if he ultimately secured a spot to advance, he would forever be met with contempt and disdain from the others.
"Is that it?" Zhuang Yichen asked with a helpless expression. Such an explanation was worse than none at all.
"At your command, master." A strand of divine consciousness surged into Zhuang Yichen's mind. Simultaneously, a brand embedded itself within his spiritual sea, making his head feel noticeably heavier.
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Following the original plan, Qi Tian bypassed the three astral constellations and pressed onward, pursuing the pace of Giant Sun Immortal Zombie. The two parties, one after the other, reached the absolute center of the grand array.
"Get lost..." Li Hualin's voice echoed once again at that moment. It was the exact same word, yet compared to the previous command, this time it carried a slightly heavier trace of impatience.
The room was saturated with the sour, fermented aroma of wine. Toba Yiyin twirled a scimitar in his hand while listening to the ragged, gaunt family soldier report on the enemy situation in Suizhou. His expression remained utterly normal, devoid of the slightest tremor.
Had anyone else spoken those words, he would surely have dismissed them as a joke. But since they came from his own eldest brother, they were undoubtedly the absolute truth.
"Sector L4, report your status." The avatar of a fleet communications officer projected suddenly inside the helmet. It appeared that the commander's decision to mobilize the ravens had already drawn the attention of the fleet.
Like a thunderbolt shattering a clear sky, the realm was shaken into an uproar. The entire martial arts world boiled over completely, resembling a cauldron of scalding oil.
Along the way, Liu Mingjian had already acquired seven or eight items. Observing from the side, Sun Li gradually began to grasp the tricks of the trade.
He parted his hands, one to the left and one to the right. In his left hand materialized an iron rod, forged previously from the two massive iron buckets of the Delusion Dragon.
Sun Li could not help but pat the divine tree beside him, shaking his head with a smile. Deep down, he still yearned immensely for the legendary Fusang, hailed as the supreme sacred tree of heaven and earth. If even one of these three divine trees could transform into the Fusang tree, it would be sheer perfection.