Chapter 251: Berserk State

Although others’ expressions showed no issue, under his hyper-perception, Lu Fang still noticed the faintest shifts in every face.

They advanced slowly here, moving with great caution.

On the other side, the Four Guardians of the Wuyi Clan, sensing the approaching enemies, all half-lidded their eyes—they clearly resented these fools daring to come closer.

Huan the Guardian sneered: “Looks like they need a lesson. Don’t you think, Jue?”

Li let out a cruel laugh: “If our weapons weren’t damaged, and if I’d regained just a bit more strength, I could wipe them all out alone. Pathetic humans—this is your combat power? You think we’ll surrender? You’re begging for death.”

Jue drew her red whip, face grim: “Don’t let your guard down. Follow the King’s orders—just intimidate them. No need to expend much effort. Stay ready to support the King’s power.”

“Of course, since they’ve come, we should treat them properly.”

“Lü, when chaos breaks out, act freely. Huan, protect yourself—they won’t cross me or Li to attack you. If things turn bad, lend a hand sparingly, make them suffer at the lowest cost.”

It was clear that among the Wuyi Clan’s Four Guardians, Jue held higher status than the other three.

Upon hearing Jue’s command, they all nodded in unison.

“Try to let them get closer.”

This whisper came from Lü, the hidden Guardian.

Jue gave a slight nod, standing coldly as she stared at the approaching enemy squad, her voice dripping with mockery: “You humans really don’t fear death. We didn’t chase you, yet you’ve come crawling to us.”

Her gaze lingered on Lu Fang at the rear of the formation. For some reason, she felt an odd familiarity toward him.

Before, the situation had been too urgent for her to notice.

Now, that feeling was strong—but she was certain she’d never met this man before.

“Lü! That Confucian scholar at the very back of the human squad—find an opening and assassinate him.” Jue frowned, whispering to the hidden Lü.

“I was thinking the same. Did you notice something strange about him too?” Lü replied in a whisper.

Logically, a fourth-rank, second-stage human Confucian, striking with hidden advantage, should have killed him instantly.

But Lu Fang’s reaction then had confused Lü.

This shouldn’t have happened.

“Huh?” Jue frowned. “Lü senses something odd too?” Before she could ask for details, Grand Confucian Liu Yan roared, his righteous qi transforming into a vast, sky-obscuring scroll that engulfed Lü’s position.

Not just Liu Yan—the other fourteen super-ninth-rank beings struck Lü’s location simultaneously with their full power.

“Watch out!” Jue reacted fastest—but could only shout one word.

A torrent of dazzling, relentless attacks rained down on Lü, who had no defense prepared.

As Lü sensed danger and tried to dodge, he found himself entangled by Liu Yan’s scroll—and the sheer scale of the assault made evasion impossible, even if he broke free instantly.

To be fair, the Wuyi Clan’s Four Guardians were truly formidable.

Even Lü, the weakest among them, endured the full-force assault of over a dozen super-ninth-rank beings—and survived, though gravely wounded.

Anyone else in that situation would have been dead.

Lü immediately revealed himself, and with help from the other three Wuyi Guardians, barely escaped, retreating in disarray back into the black mist tunnel.

Jue now blazed crimson—her skin, hair, eyes, and energy all suffused with red. Under Lu Fang’s hyper-perception, this state resembled a berserk condition, her power absurdly amplified.

She handled seven or eight super-ninth-rank opponents with ease.

Especially against Liu Yan, the strongest warrior in the human expedition force—unlike last time, when she held back, now her attacks were unrestrained, sweeping, and brutal.

If she could wound an opponent, she didn’t care if she got hurt herself—she fought like a madwoman, trading lives for lives.

To Lu Fang and the others’ shock, any wound she suffered healed at incredible speed—just a second ago she was grievously injured, and the next, the wound was gone.

Most terrifying of all: she grew stronger with every fight.

Through Lu Fang’s hyper-perception, he saw the reason: Jue’s energy was unique, split into two types—one for her normal state, another for her berserk state.

In her normal state, it was no different from others’, just significantly stronger.

In berserk state, her energy turned blood-red. Every time she struck an opponent—or when an enemy blocked her with energy—her red energy grew stronger.

It was like devouring others’ energy to fuel her own.

The only difference: her red energy could heal all her wounds at astonishing speed.

This must be Jue’s extraordinary ability.

She was like a blood-drinking sword—hence her madness, her relentless escalation in battle.

On the other side, Li also activated his extraordinary ability.

His body dissolved into thick mist—when not attacking, all strikes passed through the mist harmlessly.

Lu Fang had seen this ability before, in an ancient alien race—but Li’s version differed: once in mist form, he could appear suddenly anywhere within a certain area to strike.

His attacks were like teleportation, catching opponents off-guard.

His strikes were also lightning-fast: one blow, then vanished. When others attacked him, the mist made it impossible to land a hit.

Only by anticipating his attack at the exact moment could one counter.

Otherwise, he was invincible—this ability made several super-ninth-rank opponents suffer greatly.

Seeing the dire situation, Lu Fang had no time to whisper—he shouted aloud: “Everyone, defend! Fall back gradually. Their extraordinary abilities are formidable—we can hold and not attack.”

“Any extraordinary ability drains their cultivation base severely—they can’t outlast us.”