Chapter 1282: Wengfalusi 3.3 (323)

Xiao Ika kicked up a fierce wind beneath them, then lunged again at Aigele's eyeball in the air!

But this time, Aigele's eyeball broke free from the constraints of its body, becoming extremely agile; it not only lightly dodged this attack, but instead flew up to an even higher position.

A surge of black energy welled up from the eyeball.

"Oh no——!"

Danheng had just sensed something wrong, about to push Xing and Fengjin aside, but it was too late—the eyeball instantly shot a black light that shone directly on everyone.

This move was unavoidable; even Baie and Danheng couldn't dodge it, and everyone felt an inescapable, strong sense of fatigue, as if their lives were continually draining...

Aigele's eye changed.

At first it was only the size of a spearhead, hovering between the two necks; then its edge began to writhe, like a drop of ink falling into clear water, spreading uncontrollably in all directions. The colored pupil also began to turn cloudy and twisted…… spreading across a large expanse of sky at visible speed.

It was not an eyeball but a vast cloud resembling an eye…… it swept away the dark clouds beneath it, stretching from one end of the heavens to the other, like the sky split open a huge fissure, revealing the iris constantly emitting black energy.

"I heard the echo of the apocalypse..." Fengjin struggled to rise from the ground, "Stop, Lady Sanie si!"

——

Fulilian's funeral.

Aigele's eye was like a cloud covering everyone's heads.

Thunder and wind died down; not a drop of rain fell from the sky…… yet the atmosphere felt as heavy as if frozen. Black light swept the land, and everyone was bathed in it.

Fulilian furrowed her brow slightly; an indescribable weakness spread through her limbs. She instinctively pressed her chest, feeling a cold sensation at her fingertips, and even her breathing grew heavy.

"Zan Yin." Fulilian quickly said, "Use healing magic."

"Understood."

Zan Yin's expression turned solemn as he opened the holy scripture; with his low voice resonating, a soft, warm green light emanated from his palm, wrapping Fulilian and the others.

However, as time passed second by second, the expected warmth of recovery never came. Filien and Xiutaerke's faces turned pale as they leaned on each other, exhausted.

"How could this be...?" Zan Yin's casting stopped abruptly; he looked at the holy scripture in his hand, a flicker of surprise crossing his eyes.

Such monks can only use the goddess's magic, and he possessed an innate talent in this regard. He could clearly sense that his healing magic had not failed; he had successfully restored everyone to full condition.

But……

Zan Yin clutched his chest, feeling the same loss of vitality…… not that it was being lost, but rather their physiques had been altered first by that strange black light.

Like a cup filled with water, everyone's maximum vital capacity was reduced by that light; no matter how he used healing magic to fill the cup, they could never return to their former state.

"Damn it, what monster is this? Could it be… we've also been affected by the black tide?"

An ominous premonition slowly welled up in Zan Yin's heart.

"Calm down, Zan Yin." Fulilian slowly opened her eyes; though her voice betrayed weakness, she still patted the floor beside her, "Let's just sit here and rest for a moment—I've already checked, aside from our vitality being weakened, our bodies haven't undergone any mutation like the monsters of Wengfalusi, and neither the nearby animals nor plants have changed."

"But who can predict what further changes might arise?" Zan Yin worriedly lifted his head; the huge eye of Aigele, tainted by the black tide, seemed to gaze at them through the heavens, sending chills down their spines.

"Well, the biggest danger is that the black light Aigele emits will further weaken us; if such impacts come a few more times……" Fulilian sighed and shook her head, "…we might not hold out as long as Baie and the others. I hope they can quickly defeat Aigele in this state."

——

"Linger, fade into dawn and dusk!"

Aigele's two necks rose like giant serpents, tightly coiling around the huge eye above the heavens.

The sky split open countless fissures, as if instantly opening myriad eyes big and small. Meteorites burning with black flame fell from the heavens like a downpour, all slamming into the floating platform.

Xing gritted her teeth and shoved both hands forward, trying to rebuild a defense with her flame spear; but her corrupted body could no longer bear the load, and amid the violent explosion ahead, she was blown off her feet and slammed hard onto the floating platform.

Blood blurred her vision; faintly, she saw Baie stubbornly rise to his feet, his body swaying.

"The dark apocalypse… must be illuminated!"

Suddenly, the spark in Fengjin's hand burst into brilliant light!

Accompanied by a woman's impassioned chant, Fengjin clutched the spark tightly in her hand, gazing up at the sky shrouded in black.

"Just a little light…… and I can use it to pierce the haze……"

"Lend me yours, Fengjin."

Baie clenched his five fingers, and a golden light burst from the dim blade of Qinshen, as if he had carved a sliver of dawn into a sword's edge, igniting a line along the spine.

He turned his wrist, swinging the blade from low to high; a sword aura like blazing fire roared forth, like a blade tearing through night, slicing straight at the black painting-wall of the sky.

"I am…… the one who bears the world!"

That painting-wall suddenly cracked open a horrifying fissure, spiderweb-like cracks spreading outward, crackling with sharp sounds.

Baie gripped Qinshen, pointing its tip to the sky; with the sound of bursting beans, the scorching sunlight finally broke through the defense, like the sun god driving his golden crow, unstoppable, charging forward to illuminate this deep darkness.

Heavenly light poured down, Baie's Qinshen and the horizon's radiance complementing each other, like a sword forged by heaven and earth, in his hand it flashed with the brightest edge.

"I am…… the blazing sun destined to rise!"