Chapter 462

"Any problems?"

Someone couldn't help but ask.

Although they had already repeatedly overestimated Tang Luo's strength in their hearts, they didn't expect that upon seeing it with their own eyes, they would discover the other party's strength still exceeded expectations.

But even so, for one person to hold back the Corrupted Blood by themselves was likewise an extremely dangerous matter.

If a super expert like that were to fall here, it would be too much of a pity.

Better to choose to abandon the mission and everyone break out of the encirclement together.

"Hurry up and clean up those things." Zhu Bajie answered irrelevantly, but to a certain extent, it also indirectly reflected Tang Luo's pressure.

"Good!"

The crowd spoke no further; with the sky falling, a tall person was holding it up for them.

However you put it, they were experts who had weathered the God-Demon Game and danced on knife-edges; at this time, they naturally had to display their true strength.

Ten people spontaneously paired off into groups of two, scattering in different directions.

Zhu Bajie and Ao Yulie's two figures seemed to move swiftly, but careful observation would reveal the two were actually running around in chaos everywhere.

"Second Senior Brother, Master is fishing again." Ao Yulie spoke up.

"Yeah." Zhu Bajie chuckled twice, "Wonder what fish will bite."

He's been restrained, we have a chance!

He's injured, charge!

He's on his last legs, kill him!

In a person's life, one will produce many illusions; some illusions produced don't matter, but some illusions produced and acted upon will exact a tragic price.

"Speaking of, should we act a bit more convincingly?" Ao Yulie said, "Kill a few first, then pretend to be injured, go back to protect Master?"

That way, it gives people a feeling of a spent force.

"Sounds good." Zhu Bajie's eyes lit up; good effect, and he could openly slack off, "Clean up some first, share a bit of the burden for others."

If they don't clean up more of those black orcs produced by the Corrupted Blood.

The others, like the Gods Alliance's God-Demon Walkers, probably wouldn't have that spare energy and strength to go find Tang Luo trouble either.

Self-preservation alone would be a hard thing.

Tang Luo splitting off the Glazed Flame was not merely for the power of merit.

"Wait a second." Ao Yulie suddenly said, "Second Senior Brother, you made such a big commotion just now, won't it raise alertness?"

"Rest assured, no one saw it." Zhu Bajie said, "However——"

As he spoke, the Nine-Tooth Rake in his hand was enveloped in light, and after it dispersed, it had already turned into a giant hammer.

It was precisely the appearance of the Heaven-Shaking Mountain-Smashing.

The so-called Nine Great Saint Weapons were originally forged from the Nine-Tooth Rake split apart; naturally, they can now also appear in the forms of the Nine Great Saint Weapons.

Of course, there won't be any impact on power, after all, it's not truly splitting into nine again.

Tall and sturdy build, carrying a giant hammer, Zhu Bajie instantly looked like that kind of brainless die-hard character.

Extremely deceptive.

Even if someone noticed the giant rake illusion that flashed by just now, it wouldn't have any impact.

"Kill! For Master!"

Zhu Bajie roared wildly, charging toward the black orcs before him.

Ao Yulie was half a beat slow, falling into contemplation; some people can be Second Senior Brother not merely because they entered the sect early.

Come to think of it, I was the second dragon to enter the sect.

How did I end up becoming the Little Junior Brother in the end?

Shaking his head, the Fierce Wind Fan in hand, Ao Yulie fiercely fanned once, a gale sweeping in, even carrying the Glazed Flame, forming a terrifying "Storm Fire."

Immediately after, he sensed the power was too great, and roared: "Second Senior Brother! This is my last strike!"

"Exaggerated." Zhu Bajie muttered a reminder.

"I didn't expect the Glazed Flame to be this fierce." Ao Yulie said.

The Glazed Flame merely clung to the Fierce Wind Fan, spreading along Ao Yulie's gale; the result was that after igniting those black orcs, the fire intensified greatly.

"... This thing, I don't dare touch either; always feel I might end up 'burned to death' alive." Zhu Bajie said, "How did Master cultivate such an unorthodox divine ability?"

"I remember, Master said he fought a battle with the Ksitigarbha's Demonic Thought." Ao Yulie said, "Borrowing Ksitigarbha's karmic fire, he achieved the Vajra Glazed Buddha Bones; the Glazed Fire was born thus."

"I see, it's Master's true nature..." Zhu Bajie said a sentence.

Ao Yulie nodded in deep agreement.

The other side.

"Damn it!"

"Just what happened a moment ago!"

"Corrupted Blood, definitely Corrupted Blood!"

A group of God-Demon Walkers were struggling to battle the surrounding black orcs.

After the sudden "cataclysmic change" just now, the entire small town had become a land of terror.

Black cracks spread everywhere, black water columns surged out, forming one eerie black orc after another.

And they were turning these God-Demon Walkers into members of the black orcs.

This is the most dangerous thing.

They were originally gathered from several groups, with Western God-Demon Walkers and Eastern God-Demon Walkers united together, totaling over thirty people.

Now only twenty remained.

Of those missing, half weren't killed by the orcs, but in the continuous battle, turned into black orcs.

Those with weaker strength were the God-Demon Walkers who got killed by beastmen swarming them.

The corpses then turned into pools of black blood, merging into the black earth, just like those slain beastmen.

Who knows when they would turn into beastmen and attack one of their own.

As the slaughter progressed, the number around them not only did not decrease, but was actually increasing.

"Bastards! We must break out! Otherwise we'll all die here!" someone roared wildly.

"Break out to where? Don't you know we're trapped here?" someone answered with an even angrier voice.

Ever since this place became a death trap, they had tried to break out long ago, only to hit a ghost wall and fail completely to get out.

"Go north, there are mountains there!"

Someone said, the implication being that there definitely wouldn't be any people in the mountains, and the enemies they'd encounter definitely wouldn't be as many as here in the town.

Only, how could it be such an easy thing?

Beneath everyone's feet, the originally fairly solid ground suddenly shattered, and large amounts of black blood surged from the cracks.

"Revere... blood..."

The moment the black blood truly touched everyone, eerie whispers rang out beside their ears.

Another large half of the personnel clutched their heads, letting out incomparably pained roars; one could see a few people, on their faces and hands, growing black hair at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The black blood was viscous like a mud pit, tightly gripping everyone's feet; the ground had already become a "water surface".

Pulling everyone downward.

Sink into hell!

The desperate scene spoke silent words.

Just then, a streak of firelight attacked from the other side, forming a crescent shape, landing on the black water surface beneath everyone's feet.

Semi-transparent golden flames instantly ignited.

The black blood vaporized in large quantities, black mist swirling, making it impossible to see the surrounding scene clearly.

When the mist dispersed, the surrounding black beastmen were already fighting a group of shadow knights wreathed in faint golden flames.

Those shadow knights' combat power was only slightly stronger than the beastmen's.

But the flames wreathing and dancing on them had an extremely strong suppressive effect on those black beastmen.

They burned on contact, turning those black beastmen into clusters of black smoke in just a few breaths.

Though one wonders if it was an illusion, in those few breaths, those black beastmen seemed to have become even more berserk.

"One step too late!"

Zhao Hongmiao, who had arrived, swept his gaze across, his face abruptly turning gloomy.

Those few Eastern God-Demon Walkers included some who were close to Science; one of them was even the Blood Queen Tang Yuhan.

But in this illusion realm, not only was her ability severely limited, she also suffered severe influence.

Combat power dropped severely, defending was extremely difficult.

Zhao Hongmiao and Kong Ming both arrived, yet failed to save Tang Yuhan; when the black mist dispersed, Tang Yuhan had already vanished without a trace.

Most likely she had already been pulled underground.

The outcome goes without saying.

"If you want to survive, kill enemies together with us," Zhao Hongmiao said; now was not the time for sectarian prejudice.

Aside from the All-Gods Alliance people, unite every unitable target, kill as many black beastmen as possible — only then is there a chance to complete this mission.

No idiot jumped out shouting "Why should we listen to you?" and such.

Anyone with eyes could see that faint golden flame's suppression of the black beastmen.

Beastmen burned to nothing by it had a very high possibility of not recovering and reappearing.

Following these two, there's meat to eat... no, there's a chance to complete the mission!

Zhao Hongmiao and Kong Ming were doing this; other God-Demon Walkers were doing this too.

But not necessarily as smoothly as these two.

For instance, one group ran into All-Gods Alliance people; "enemies" meeting, eyes especially red, a small battle ensued, each withdrawing.

God-Demon Walkers in the town and surrounding areas began gradually converging, numbers also decreasing.

Those who ultimately survive, even if not Fourth Order God-Demon Walkers, are at least close to Fourth Order God-Demon Walker level.

The strong converge, heroes gather!

It's just that these strong ones, these heroes, aren't in great shape, slightly bedraggled.

"... This power fluctuation, Master made a move too, huh." Zhu Bajie smashed a beastman beside him to pieces with a casual hammer swing, "The beastmen on the periphery have been mostly dealt with; those God-Demon Walkers should be heading there too."

The surge of power was clearly telling everyone that that place was the key location.

Whether to complete the mission or simply want to leave, it's an unavoidable place.

"Let's go," Ao Yulie said, "We can't miss it."

The two headed toward where Tang Luo was; other God-Demon Walkers were also rushing toward where Tang Luo was.

Like numerous tributaries converging into a main stream.

Or like a school of fish swimming toward where the angler is.

"How about just a drop of blood? Let me research it a bit."

Li Xuelai, who had rushed out the "front door," leaned in next to a tall man and said.

"Shut up, woman."

The man wore armor on his upper body that could only protect part of his chest; his stout frame was exposed, bald head, a fierce face, skin an eerie pale color.

Look closely, and you'd discover that eerie skin seemed to be a layer of powder.

On the man's shoulder, he was also carrying a child who looked no older than seven or eight.

Carrying a bow and arrows on his back, he fell into a coma.

"I'm the savior of your child, after all," Li Xuelai said. "The legendary blood of a Godslayer..."

"It's merely fate, a life's destiny — don't you understand fate?" the man said.

Among the Western gods and demons walking the world, the quite famous Spartan father and son, Kui the Baldy and his War God son.

At the same time, they are also gods and demons walking the world who have had no small number of conflicts with the Gods' Alliance.