Chapter 210: Backlash

"How formidable, to actually swallow a rocket." Meng Yifan was secretly shocked as he watched; through the Array Disk, he had observed Shawang Suxi's battle and knew those two Flying Head Sorceries could transform and possessed strong defensive capabilities, but he had not expected them to be so powerful as to swallow a rocket whole.

"Meng Yifan, Jiang Hailong, you actually dare to attack me; all of you go to hell." Shawang Suxi extended his withered, twig-like right hand, pulled a jade-green ball of light from the Soul-Nurturing Jar, and stuffed it into the mouth of the Flying Head Sorcery before him.

Meng Yifan's gaze was sharp, and he saw clearly that inside that jade-green ball of light, a phantom figure was wailing in agony, seemingly enduring some kind of brutal torture.

That female Flying Head Sorcery opened her blood-red maw and swallowed the jade-green ball of light in one gulp; then, as if she had received an energy replenishment, the bullet holes on her body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Not only that, her body became like a fully drawn bowstring, poised and ready to strike.

"Go to hell!" Shawang Suxi shouted loudly. The female Flying Head Sorcery's body contracted violently and then suddenly expanded; over a hundred 12.7mm large-caliber bullets were ejected, shooting toward Meng Yifan and Jiang Hailong at a speed even more terrifying than when fired from the M2 Browning Heavy Machine Gun.

"Holy shit! It can even do that!" Meng Yifan was greatly startled. In the critical moment, he executed Lingbo Microsteps, pulling Jiang Hailong to retreat at high speed, and finally managed to dodge the dense barrage of bullets at the very last second.

"Bang! Bang!" The bullets struck the cave wall, sparks flying and stone fragments scattering.

If Meng Yifan had been a moment slower—he was a Third Grade Martial Artist, and if he had taken so many bullets head-on, he would have been injured if not killed—but Jiang Hailong would certainly have been riddled with holes.

"Whoosh!" Without giving Meng Yifan and his companion any time to catch their breath, the male Flying Head Sorcery lunged over, following right behind the bullets. His mouth opened at a grotesque angle, tearing the muscles at the corners of his mouth to reveal yellowed molars. His sharp teeth bit fiercely toward Meng Yifan's head, intending to bite it off in one go.

"Cloud Hands!" Meng Yifan was not afraid. With True Qi surging, he held his hands in a ball and twisted sharply, a spiral force enveloping the Flying Head Sorcery and directly diverting its forward momentum to the side.

"Parry and Block Punch!" Meng Yifan's right fist shot out like a cannonball, smashing toward the Flying Head Sorcery's head as fast as thunder.

"Bang!" With a loud thud, a large dent was smashed into the male Flying Head Sorcery's head by Meng Yifan. Strangely, Meng Yifan felt as if his powerful, heavy strike had hit a rubber tire; there was no sound of breaking bone, nor was there any blood splatter.

Although the Flying Head Sorcery's head was deeply indented, it did not care at all and actually grinned. Its head retracted, wrapping around Meng Yifan's right fist to prevent him from pulling back, and then the Flying Head Sorcery's sharp teeth moved across its head, biting toward Meng Yifan's fist.

"The Flying Head Sorcery exists between the virtual and the real; can pure physical attacks not destroy them?" Meng Yifan thought to himself. Then, with a shift of his mind, the White Divine Dragon from the Taiji Bagua Mirror flew out and coiled around Meng Yifan's left hand.

Meng Yifan executed the Parry and Block Punch with his left fist again. This time, True Qi surged within the fist, and the fist was enveloped by the White Divine Dragon; the two combined, smashing fiercely onto the Flying Head Sorcery's head.

"Not good!" Shawang Suxi was shocked internally and hurriedly tried to make the male Flying Head Sorcery return, but it was already too late.

"Bang!" Meng Yifan's fist smashed fiercely into the Flying Head Sorcery's head again, and then the White Divine Dragon let out a dragon's roar, emitting a brilliant white light. Under the illumination of this white light, the Flying Head Sorcery's body melted away in a large chunk, as if ice were being scorched by flames.

"Break for me!" Meng Yifan shouted loudly. His hands formed eagle claws, grabbing the Flying Head Sorcery from the inside, and then, with True Qi surging, he tore outward fiercely.

"Rip!" Just like tearing through a piece of tattered cloth, the Flying Head Sorcery was torn directly into two halves. At the same time, the white light emitted by the White Divine Dragon rapidly dissolved the Flying Head Sorcery's body from the inside out. Soon, this Flying Head Sorcery, which Shawang Suxi had painstakingly refined, was completely melted away.

"Thank you!" After Meng Yifan completely destroyed the male Flying Head Sorcery's body, a man's phantom emerged. He looked at Meng Yifan with gratitude; he had long since died, but had been refined by Shawang Suxi into a Flying Head Sorcery to act as an accomplice, enduring unimaginable torture every day.

He had longed to have his soul completely scattered, but after being refined into a Flying Head Sorcery, even having his soul scattered was a luxury.

Now that the Flying Head Sorcery had been destroyed, he was finally liberated. His soul body was rapidly dissolving. He looked back at the female Flying Head Sorcery, his eyes filled with love and guilt, and said, "My love, come, let us leave this filthy world. In the next life, we shall be husband and wife again."

The female Flying Head Sorcery froze, her eyes dazed, as if she had recalled some distant memory.

Shawang Suxi was greatly startled, green light flickering on his hands as he tried to control the Flying Head Sorcery.

However, this pair of Flying Head Sorceries was very special; they had to be a couple with Yin Attribute, they had to be a pair, loving and devoted, and then endure inhumane torture simultaneously, combined with the secret techniques of a Descending Head Master, to be refined into a powerful Flying Head Sorcery.

Yet, this type of Flying Head Sorcery had its pros and cons; the greatest drawback was that the two Flying Head Sorceries were one entity. If one Flying Head Sorcery was destroyed, the other would also be affected.

"Ah!" The female Flying Head Sorcery seemed to remember something. She let out a shrill, miserable scream, and then her mouth moved, her sharp teeth biting fiercely toward Shawang Suxi inside the protective barrier.

Shawang Suxi had not expected that the Flying Head Sorcery would turn on its master at such a critical moment. He was currently inside the body of the Flying Head Sorcery and had nowhere to escape; he could only use his right hand, flickering with green light, to block the Flying Head Sorcery's sharp teeth.

"Crack! Crack!" The crisp sound of bones breaking was clearly transmitted.

Meng Yifan and Jiang Hailong, separated by a thin layer of human skin membrane, could also see Shawang Suxi's right hand being bitten off by the Flying Head Sorcery and swallowed into its body.

"You wicked beast! You actually dare to bite your master!" Shawang Suxi was furious. His left hand opened the Soul-Nurturing Jar and pointed outward; dozens of jade-green fierce ghosts flew out, baring fangs and brandishing claws to tear at the Flying Head Sorcery's body.

The female Flying Head Sorcery's body was bitten full of holes, but she ignored it all, her eyes filled with deep-seated hatred as she continued to tear at Shawang Suxi's body.

"Crack! Crack!" Shawang Suxi's left hand was also bitten off, followed immediately by his left leg.

It took a long time to describe, but in reality, from the moment the female Flying Head Sorcery began to turn on its master until now, it had only been a breath or two.

Shawang Suxi controlled the fierce ghosts and finally tore the female Flying Head Sorcery into pieces. The female Flying Head Sorcery died, and a female phantom emerged, rushing toward her husband. The two wanted to embrace one last time, then have their souls scattered together.

Shawang Suxi was now a miserable sight; both his hands and his left leg had been bitten off, and even his last right leg had a large chunk of flesh bitten away. Blood flowed incessantly, and he could only stand shakily on one leg.

Seeing the two Yin Souls wanting to embrace, Shawang Suxi bit his tongue tip and sprayed a mouthful of scorching Tongue-Tip Blood, enveloping the female Yin Soul.

Tongue-Tip Blood is extremely rigid and Yang; to a Yin Soul Body, it is like being scorched by raging flames.

The female Yin Soul was enveloped by the Tongue-Tip Blood, her soul body burning violently. She let out a shrill wail and was instantly burned until her soul was scattered.

"No!" The male Yin Soul screamed, forced to watch helplessly as his beloved endured the scorching flames in her final moments.

"I hate you! Shawang Suxi, you will die a horrible death!" The male Yin Soul issued his final curse, then hovered in mid-air, kowtowing to Meng Yifan, saying, "I beg the Immortal Master to avenge my wife and me. In my next life, I will tie grass and carry rings to repay the Immortal Master's great kindness and virtue."

"As you wish." Meng Yifan nodded, agreeing to the male Yin Soul's plea, then used Lingbo Microsteps. His body flickered, and he appeared before Shawang Suxi, his fist flickering with white light smashing down onto Shawang Suxi's head.