Chapter 603: Chapter 488: Why aren’t you talking? Are you scared?_2 Chapter 603: Chapter 488: Why aren’t you talking? Are you scared?_2 “`
Next, he could have sliced Ji Huaxi into sashimi-like sticks among the darkness and the screams-inducing terror, like a butcher carving up an ox.

But now, it was crystal clear.

The plan was good, but reality was cold.

His attack was actually blocked, and in their clash, he was the one losing ground.

Jialuo only felt his full-powered strike hitting a great mountain forged of scorching red copper, the violent, booming force rebounding up his wrist. Half of his body went numb, and the sword in his hand nearly flew out of his grasp.

How is this possible!

Jialuo was shocked by the strength Ji Huaxi suddenly demonstrated.

If she had been capable of this strength, why would she have been in such a sorry state back at the Imperial Palace?

But Jialuo had no time to ponder, as Ji Huaxi grew stronger with battle, whipping her long spear high up like Sun Wukong’s staff, smashing down with a force that could split Mount Hua.

Bang!

Jialuo raised his hand to block.

A dragon-like force sent him flying, slamming heavily into a distant mountain.

“Kill!” Ji Huaxi felt her blood burning hot, as if igniting inside her. Her skin was still pale, but veins tinged with magma-like dark red spread from the corners of her eyes.

Crawling over her stunning face, up her slender neck to her fair, delicate chest.

From a distance, it looked like a spider web tattooed on her body, adding a demonic allure to Ji Huaxi’s aura.

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“Damn it, who do you think you are? A slave should kneel before their master!”

Before Ji Huaxi could figure out what was happening to her body, a ferocious roar came from the distant wilderness.

Along with the roar,
Jialuo’s feet exerted formidable strength, and the ground exploded thunderously.

As mud and dust scattered in all directions, he shot towards Ji Huaxi with the backlash force, becoming a blur too fast for the naked eye, accompanied by a horrifying air wave.

“Ha ha ha, then have a try!” An iron will descended upon Ji Huaxi’s body.

She laughed wildly, her hair in disarray, her five slender fingers crushing the air. Without dodge or avoidance, she hurled a similarly ferocious punch forward.

Boom!

In a collision of utmost terror,
The surrounding airflow exploded instantly, the grey-black shockwaves blasting layer after layer, forming a missile-like explosion of despair. Meanwhile, the cracked ground bloomed like a night-blooming cereus, fissuring and rising in an instant, the pitch-black dust billowing out like a rampaging dragon.

Within the countless clouds of dust, Jialuo’s body shot back at an even faster speed, crashing violently into the remnants of a distant city wall.

Bang!

Huge bluestones shattered and flew, revealing the battered form of Jialuo.

“Argh!” He bent over sharply, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his arm, unscathed just moments ago, now twisted like a corkscrew. The exposed bone pierced through flesh, on display. His ancient-looking sword had already flown away, sticking at an angle in another pile of rubble, the hilt humming.

Seeing his brother in such a pitiful state, Kulika, who had been observing from the sidelines, slightly furrowed his brows, urging, “Finish this quickly, don’t play with her any longer.”

“No!” Jialuo suddenly looked up, his forehead cut by the raging wind, his face smeared with blood. The blood seeped into his eyes, turning his pupils a terrifying red, violently trembling with indescribable horror on his face, “Something is wrong! She’s no longer in that body; some wicked thing is watching us!”

Hearing this, Kulika was also startled.

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He suddenly raised his head and looked towards Ji Huaxi, suspended in the sky far away. His pounding heart gradually settled down.

The words of Jialuo were true: the eyes are the windows to the soul. Even without using spiritual power to sense carefully, simply looking into Ji Huaxi’s eyes, one could clearly discern a difference from before.

Previously, Ji Huaxi’s eyes carried perseverance and tenacity, as well as a resolute determination to die generously.

But now, such emotions had completely vanished. Filling those pupils were cruelty and a thirst for blood, as if some monster wearing human skin was baring its teeth at them with a sinister smile.

The sky suddenly turned overcast, and the wind wailed.

Crows flapping their wings came from nowhere, flying towards the sky, while swathes of feathers spiraled down from the heavens.

The accumulated dark clouds in the sky started to spin and disperse. It was supposed to be just past midday, the time when the sun’s yang energy was at its peak, but instead, the sun vanished from the sky, replaced by a huge blood moon that occupied nearly half of the firmament.

Kulika suddenly felt a deep unease from the bottom of his heart.

That blood-colored round moon seemed like an eye, an indescribable monster lurking behind the dome of the sky, gazing down at them with greed.

The rustling sound came from all directions, with chilling Yin Wind blowing in gusts. The lush forest that grew by the riverbank was rapidly withering, and large swathes of branches and leaves fell off. The jagged branches looked like the claws of some grotesque demons. The rumbling noise grew louder, the ground dried up and cracked open, and columns of dark smoke began to rise.

The roaring sound of engines suddenly came through.

Jialuo and Kulika unconsciously stood back to back, carefully observing their surroundings.

Amid the bizarre noises, above a distant wasteland, a writhing darkness gradually took form.

Like the egg of a demon giving birth, a ray of blood slid open, blooming forth; followed by an intense sense of crisis, the two felt a series of sharp pains in their heads. The void trembled, darkness roared. A towering figure with disheveled hair and cloak materializing in the tangible blood light.

With a cold smile on his face and a composed demeanor, he held a strangely shaped scepter in his hand.

Jialuo looked carefully and saw that the scepter was actually made by casting metal around a pitiful creature fashioned into a human stick. The person’s mouth was agape, an expression of despair and pain frozen on his face, the surge of these emotions coming forth strongly. Even more chilling was that this person still exuded a Life Aura; he was still alive, but his consciousness was solidified in the instant of impending death, and his body had been made into a horrifying decorative piece.

“Li Wenshe…”

Kulika’s gaze grew colder, recognizing the origin of the person on the scepter.

It was one of his most capable assistants, dispatched on a mission to the Eastern Continent and then vanished without a trace.

He had spent some effort looking for him, to no avail. Kulika had prayed that the other party was still alive, but he never expected to meet again under such circumstances.

Li Wenshe was indeed still barely alive, but his spirit had already been tortured beyond recognition, better to have died sooner and end such suffering.

And the methods of the adversary were truly chilling to the core.

“Northern Border Demon Dragon!” Feeling the icy dignity pressing down on him like a tidal wave, Kulika’s expression tensed as he spoke deliberately and distinctly.

“Indeed, it is I!” Su Heng brandished the solidified scepter in his hand, igniting a dark red Prison Fire on it, and the trapped Descender let out a blood-curdling scream. The anguished, desperate screams gave him pleasure. Su Heng laughed heartily, causing the surrounding forests to explode in swathes, the debris and dust rising into the air, forming a formidable black tornado.

“I know you sewer rats are looking for me. Now, I have personally appeared before you, but you don’t seem very happy. Are you frightened?”

“Frightened, by you!?” Jialuo could feel the overwhelming pressure emanating from Su Heng.

But the more critical the moment, the less one could show weakness before the enemy. Like fierce beasts meeting in the forest, whoever averts their gaze first is destined to lose the battle.

With a fierce look, Jialuo said in a sharp tone, “Don’t celebrate too soon, in front of us, you are nothing more than…”

Bam!

He didn’t finish his words because Su Heng had already spread his five fingers.

Expressionless, he reached out a hand and pinched forward.