Chapter 32: This Is How a Prophet Fights!

Nightfall shrouded the ancient valley in deathly silence.

Only the red leopard leaping into the air became the sole source of light in this region.

Yet, as the temperature continued to rise, an inexplicable pressure gradually spread, forming a sense of oppression that defied description.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, the original black mist gathered together, rising from the valley in a form as thick as ink.

It was like a giant beast awakening and roaring in silence.

The black mist spread rapidly, blotting out the sky and moon, swallowing everything around it into darkness.

In this endless darkness, the hair-raising roars of a hundred beasts could be faintly heard, as if they were howls from hell.

As the black mist churned and surged, a figure formed from the distorted fusion of countless animal images gradually appeared.

That was the Black Fiend!

It was a physical entity condensed from rolling black mist, a ghost formed by the gathering of countless vengeful spirits that had died within the mist.

Its form was flickering and indistinct, appearing neither fully human nor fully beast.

Within its blurred outline, eerie red light occasionally flickered, as if it were a demon hidden deep in the darkness.

The surrounding air seemed to be frozen by its evil aura; in the silence, there was only the whistling sound of the churning black mist.

"Roar!"

When the Black Fiend fully manifested.

It opened a mouth that seemed not to exist and let out a deafening roar.

The sound waves impacted the valley, causing sand and stones to rattle down and trees to shake violently, as if it were announcing its arrival to the entire world.

Swish!

Just as the Black Fiend was about to take shape, a golden flying sword suddenly tore through the long sky.

In an instant, the Black Fiend, gathered from the black mist, was split in two, and the entity that had already taken form let out a miserable wail.

[I’ve been waiting for you!]

The golden longsword traced a graceful arc in mid-air, piercing through the thick black mist once more.

Long before this operation, Li Boyang had already guessed that this mission would certainly not go so smoothly.

The evil ghost hidden in the Black Cloud Marsh could never sit by and watch Li Boyang and Xi Luo weaken its strength so frequently.

Driven to desperation, it was capable of anything.

For this reason, before tonight's operation, Li Boyang had specifically used the Heavenly Mandate Bone Armor to perform a divination.

The result was that tonight's operation carried some risks, but would yield unexpected gains.

If the opportunity could be seized, it might even be possible to end the Black Cloud Marsh crisis ahead of schedule.

It was precisely because of this psychological preparation that Xi Luo was not startled by the sudden appearance of the Black Fiend, but instead continued her own actions.

Because Xi Luo trusted Li Boyang; she believed he would certainly be able to handle the ghost born from the black mist.

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At the same time, Li Village.

Li Boyang, still in his swaddling clothes, quietly opened the third eye between his brows.

At the same time, the Heavenly Mandate Bone Armor in Li Boyang’s palm spun at high speed, helping him quickly divine and predict the situation.

[According to the "Nine Chapters of Divination Secrets," this kind of thing, where a soul manifests with the help of resentment and then attaches itself to some substance or phenomenon, is called a ghost.]

[Compared to the ghosts in the literature of my past life, these ghosts have physical bodies.]

[They often possess power that surpasses ordinary ghosts, yet they simultaneously inherit the attribute of being difficult to kill.]

At this moment, Li Boyang was multitasking.

While manipulating the sword pellet to fight the ghost, he was patiently searching for the opponent's fatal weakness.

With the assistance of the Heavenly Mandate Bone Armor, Li Boyang quickly analyzed the ghost's weakness.

[My sword pellet can destroy it?]

When the Heavenly Mandate Bone Armor landed face up, Li Boyang focused his attention on the flying sword with slight surprise.

Before this, Li Boyang had vaguely sensed that his sword pellet seemed to naturally restrain the black mist.

Those corrupted beasts eroded by the black mist were not even a match for a single strike from the sword pellet.

But judging from the current situation.

Not only were those corrupted beasts no match for the sword pellet, but the Black Fiend of tonight was the same.

The black mist pierced by the flying sword indeed did not gather again.

Never mind the vengeful spirits existing within the black mist; even the corruption ability of the black mist itself was purified by the flying sword.

Combined with the gradually rising temperature nearby, the black mist dissipated rapidly like ordinary fog, no longer posing the slightest threat.

Combined with the previous feat of killing the Ruifu with one sword strike, does this sword pellet naturally restrain ghosts and fierce gods that possess immortal bodies?

[That old man... really went all out, didn't he?]

Thinking that this sword pellet originally came from the evil ghost in the Black Cloud Marsh.

Li Boyang felt a sense of absurdity.

That old man refined his own soul into this sword pellet, not only giving him the ability to kill the opponent.

Even the tricks the opponent is pulling now are being dismantled bit by bit by his own counter-measures.

[Looking at it this way, it seems I, this transmigrator, am not the "protagonist" of a traditional novel?]

What protagonist spends their time specifically weakening the villainous boss before the boss can even make a move?

What protagonist doesn't wait for the villainous boss to accumulate power and gather a great army before engaging in a final, decisive battle?

If the Ghost King of Black Cloud Marsh had read a few novels.

Then it must be strongly condemning Li Boyang right now for not playing by the rules.

As a villainous boss still in the development stage, why is someone already attacking its doorstep?

[Unfortunately, reality doesn't have so many destined coincidences.]

[Those who are good at fighting have no glorious achievements; stifling danger in the cradle is the choice of a normal person.]

With all three eyes revealing a faint killing intent, Li Boyang had already decided to end the battle quickly.

Swish!

In an instant, the golden flying sword transformed into the only golden stream of light in the dark night.

The piercing sound of it breaking through the air terrified the hundred beasts, driving them to flee this dangerous place faster.

"Roar!"

Seeming to sense Li Boyang's killing intent, the Black Fiend, which had been unable to fully form, finally went berserk.

Since it couldn't gather into a physical body, then it simply wouldn't gather into a physical body anymore!

The crane cries in the deep marsh, its sound heard in the nine heavens...

The roars of nearly a hundred types of beasts erupted from the black mist simultaneously, for a moment even louder than the piercing sound of the sword breaking the air.

The next second, tigers, leopards, wolves, insects, turtles, cranes, birds, snakes, and other animals surged out from the black mist.

They were the very essence that constituted the Black Fiend.

They were the spirits of the beasts that had died within the black mist.

With the power of the black mist, these beasts, filled with resentment and unwillingness, manifested their appearances from when they were alive, attempting to fight the golden flying sword in mid-air.

Alas, while the spirits of these beasts might form a terrifying ghost when gathered together.

Once scattered, they were nothing more than a group of low-level vengeful ghosts.

Swish!

The golden flying sword moved through the black mist even more easily.

In just a few breaths, more than half of those mindless vengeful ghosts had been slaughtered.

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