Chapter 380: Standing Ground Output, Neat and Tidy

A chill surged from his spine, from the tailbone straight to the crown of his head.

The powerful magic skill Wen Hanfei needed a moment to prepare was instantly interrupted; his body swayed, his face turning slightly pale.

Demos was dead! Silently, soundlessly, he had just died like that!

Even a Fate Fragment had already appeared, proving he was absolutely dead beyond dead — not faking death to flee, not lying in wait for a sneak attack.

And the invisible attack Demos had unleashed at the cost of his life hadn't even "injured" a corner of Tang Xuanzang's robe.

The greater likelihood was that in that unseen instant of clashing, victory and defeat had already been decided — the loser was "dead"!

The victor Tang Xuanzang remained steady as Mount Tai, not leaving the slightest opening, giving Thor and Wei Xin no chance to exploit.

"Run!"

At this moment, Wen Hanfei suddenly realized — they were wrong! All of them were wrong!

If the six of them, Fourth Order, each had a combat power of 5, then Tang Luo, Tang Xuanzang, were fundamentally not the 10 or 15 they imagined — his danger level, his strength, expressed in numbers, was at least 50, even higher!

Wen Hanfei didn't know why Poseidon, the Sea God everyone regarded as a secret weapon in the sea, had shown not the slightest reaction until now.

He should have long since sensed that the battle on land had become quite unfavorable for them; he should have stirred up waves to drag people into the sea.

At this moment, Wen Hanfei didn't even want to think about it.

To think was to arrive at only one extremely terrifying consequence.

That Ao Yulie who had just entered the sea with Li Jue and the others, rumored to possess the White Dragon Horse Fate, had already suppressed Poseidon.

And this suppression, most likely, was the same as on shore — likewise a crushing result!

Otherwise, how could the sea surface be so calm? So calm that even the normal undulating waves, the surf beating the shore, were absent.

The black sea surface was still as if it were a piece of black mirror.

Wen Hanfei didn't doubt for a moment that in the next breath, the great sea would roar, like an enraged giant.

This was still the ideal scenario — at least proving the battle between that White Dragon Horse and the Sea God Poseidon hadn't ended.

But Wen Hanfei no longer had time to wait for such a result.

He had to leave!

If he didn't leave, the fate awaiting him went without saying!

His body swayed; Wen Hanfei used the mage's "signature skill" — Blink, which could instantly open a distance of fifty meters.

It was Wen Hanfei's fastest means of movement, originally a short-range dodge technique, now become Wen Hanfei's way to escape for his life.

The moment Demos fell, the moment Tang Luo spoke, those who realized a catastrophic disaster had descended were naturally not only Wen Hanfei alone.

As God-Demon Walkers who had experienced countless dangers, when Tang Luo felt boredom and no longer deliberately concealed it, their instinct for danger once again took effect.

Thor's originally forward-leaning body once more turned into a ball of lightning, retreating backward with reckless abandon.

Likewise, Wei Xin threw away the equipment in her hands at the first moment, even committing the error of leaving her back to the enemy, turning and fleeing wildly.

Her movements and speed were both slower than Thor's.

But to Tang Luo, including Wen Hanfei who was Blinking in the sky preparing to flee, these three people — no matter who was faster or slower — made no difference.

No need to run faster than the tiger, faster than the bear; just faster than your companion — this kind of situation did not apply with Tang Luo.

He reached out and grabbed.

The Nirvana Glazed Great Hand Seal appeared, sweeping across; the fastest Thor was like a mosquito, struck by the Great Hand Seal, the immense force instantly making him lose control of his body.

Together with Wei Xin on the other side, both were seized in the hand by the Great Hand Seal.

A backward sweep, the Great Hand Seal dissipated, and Thor and Wei Xin flew out like cannonballs, crashing heavily into Wen Hanfei who was just preparing for a second Blink.

Light flashed on Wen Hanfei's body, a magic shield emerged, yet it only blocked for less than zero-point seconds before the three collided into a heap.

Accompanied by a deafening boom, they smashed heavily into the warehouse next door.

Stowing the Demon-Breaking Ice Spear, from the battle's start to its end, not once having lifted a foot, Tang Luo turned and walked toward the warehouse.

Soon, the ground behind him sank, slowly sliding into the seawater, stirring up a large amount of spray.

Amidst the flying spray, two figures flew out, landing heavily.

One was Li Jue, eyes tightly shut, belly swollen like a ball; the other was Poseidon, eyes wide, not a trace of focus in them, hair plastered to his face like seaweed, not a shred of his usual elegance remaining.

"You're worthy of being called a Sea God?" Ao Yulie landed before Poseidon, looking down with disdain.

This guy puts on quite an act, but his strength is weak to the point of death.

Actually Poseidon certainly isn't weak — in water, the strength he can bring to bear almost catches up to that Joyful Bodhisattva.

Too bad he ran into Ao Yulie.

Don't be fooled by how Ao Yulie acted like a weakling in the last mission world, not even having the qualifications to spectate.

But that was a battle between Tang Luo and Sha Wujing — don't forget when Ao Yulie used to run a harem, he was a proper hegemon of one side.

Golden Core stage or whatever, I'll beat ten of them, no problem at all.

In the sea, Ao Yulie's buffs are likewise not the least bit inferior to this Poseidon.

His base strength was far inferior to begin with; buffed up, naturally it was likewise no good.

The other three unlucky bastards died in the true aftershocks of the two's clash.

Li Jue was also a tragedy — on land he could still put up a fight, but swept up by terrifying undercurrents, able to use Thousand Catty Drop to sink into the seabed near shore, keeping himself from drifting with the current was already his limit.

He stood there, supporting himself with utmost difficulty.

He felt like a tortoise under a pillar, bearing a lot of pressure that shouldn't have been his.

Ao Yulie finished off Poseidon, casually gave a final blow at the end of his strength, and Li Jue immediately knelt as well.

"Hmm, where's Master?" Ao Yulie glanced around, grabbed the two of them plus Demos's corpse and Fate Fragment, and the axe, flew to that warehouse, and tossed these three next to Wen Hanfei and the other two.

Wen Hanfei and Wei Xin were already heavily injured to the point of unconsciousness; Thor was a bit more durable, still maintaining consciousness.

Li Jue unconscious, Demos dead. Poseidon wasn't unconscious, but his pride had been completely shredded by Ao Yulie, like he'd been ravaged by dozens of burly men, eyes vacant, not much different from unconsciousness.

Six Fourth Order God-Demon Walkers — "one family" must be neat and tidy, all together.

In fact, from the first shot until now, the entire battle's duration was very short, very short, even shorter than the time it took Tang Luo to stroll over to the warehouse.

And the whole process was actually quite simple.

Tang Luo just stood in place, taking the crowd's coordinated, near-all-out attack.

Not even moving his footsteps half a step, then finishing it with a single palm strike.

The strong can just stand their ground and deal damage.

Tang Luo took out the Drill Wind Bone Sword, casually slashed, and the unconscious Li Jue and Wei Xin's bodies trembled; their powerful, vigorous vitality had no effect before fatal wounds.

Two Fate fragments emerged, reflecting light together with Demos's Fate fragment beside them.

The heavily injured Thor and the dazed Poseidon immediately reacted.

Before they could make a final desperate attempt, next breath the Drill Wind Bone Sword slashed across, gruesome wounds appeared on both their necks, blood flowing out.

However, these two also displayed vitality far stronger than Wei Xin and Li Jue, clutching their wounds and struggling, even the flowing blood decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Tang Luo showed no mercy, two swords per person, piercing through their hearts and heads.

Under such injuries, even with their vitality the two could no longer survive, dying likewise.

Three Fate fragments emerged as well.

Tang Luo's gaze turned toward the last person, on Wen Hanfei.

"Stop pretending, get up, rest assured, this poor monk is a renunciate, won't create killing karma in vain." Tang Luo said with a smile.

Wen Hanfei had no choice but to open his eyes; his recovery speed wasn't slow either.

Hearing Tang Luo's words, the "newborn calf unafraid of tigers" Wen Hanfei showed no reaction, while Ao Yulie already looked at him with sympathy.

Looks like Master is going to use Soul Ferrying.

In a certain sense, this is something even more terrifying than physical ferrying.

Physical ferrying, one palm strike down, all settled.

Soul Ferrying's spiritual ferrying is different; it's called miserable.

The essence of spiritual ferrying, put bluntly, is similar to the methods Lingshan uses to suppress evil demons.

Put nicely it's using Buddhist dharma to eliminate baleful qi; put ugly it's taming success, becoming an obedient dog.

Spiritual ferrying can also be understood as a kind of taming process.

However Tang Luo shortened this process to a very short time, its pain also intensified countless times, otherwise how to form a "conditioned reflex"?

Tang Luo grabbed Wen Hanfei's head, cast Soul Ferrying.

A moment later, he released his hand, Wen Hanfei wept bitterly, voice heartbreaking to hear and tear-jerking to see, suddenly repenting and awakening.

Years of meditation, becoming a mage's powerful spiritual force, instead made the spiritual ferrying's operating space quite large, effect outstanding.

Ao Yulie expressed, such sincere great enlightenment, he had already seen many times.

"Master..." Wen Hanfei looked at Tang Luo through tear-blurred eyes.

"Go on, be a good person from now on." Tang Luo said, "Right, money and possessions are external things..."

Ferrying is ferrying, but equipment still needs to be taken.

"I understand, Master, compared to my sins, this equipment is only one in ten million, completely unable to offset my transgressions." Wen Hanfei said sincerely.

Setting down his pieces of equipment one by one.

Soon, the ground gained a magic staff, several rings and necklaces, and a clump of gray mist.

This clump of gray mist was Wen Hanfei's most important equipment, the Gray Mist Interstice, now also handed over.

Stopping Wen Hanfei's motion of continuing to take off his mage robe, Tang Luo also had no interest in making him strip completely bare, waved his hand letting him leave.

Anyway Wen Hanfei wasn't a Fate holder, no Fate fragments on him.

The other five with Fate fragments, couldn't escape the fate of physical ferrying — spiritual ferrying is still relatively tiring.

Those "magic equipment" on the ground, aren't only usable by mages, ordinary people can also use them, no restrictions exist.

"Oh, this equipment is quite interesting." Ao Yulie fiddled with it twice, picked up the Gray Mist Interstice and said.

"How so?" Tang Luo asked.

"A special spiritual space, used for communication..." Ao Yulie explained briefly.

"Then you keep it." Tang Luo said, collected the Fate fragments, Glazed Flame flashed, the several corpses on the ground all turned to ashes.