Chapter 288 - 240: Fierce Battle_2

Soon, the monster gradually melted in the giant wolf’s mouth, turning into an exceedingly dark liquid that trickled down from the corners of the giant wolf’s mouth onto the ground.

A new figure slowly crawled out from the liquid.

It was Black Robe, but also not Black Robe.

His body was indeed that of Black Robe, but he now had two faces on his head; one was the frightened face of Black Robe, and the other was the monstrous and bizarre visage of the monster.

Faced with the pressure from the giant wolf, the monster ultimately chose to merge with Black Robe, thus fusing their powers completely into a new creature.

"You all deserve to die!" Black Robe revealed a sinister smile, spitefully saying.

Now that his sanity was gradually returning, he had already realized his circumstances. Fusing with the monster had greatly increased his strength, but the corresponding price was that he could only exist in this neither human nor ghostly form in the Three Realms from now on.

Moreover, influenced by the monster’s nature, he now especially craved flesh and blood, seeing the remaining corpses of Little Demons on the ground as the ultimate delicacy, wishing he could immediately rush over and devour these scattered bodies completely.

On the other hand, because his sanity still existed, this inexplicable desire made Black Robe feel fearful and nauseous.

This made him hate the two people in front of him even more, for if it weren’t for these two individuals, he wouldn’t have ended up in this situation.

A cold murderous intent burst forth from his body, as his head bizarrely turned one hundred eighty degrees, revealing the monster’s bizarre and sinister face.

"Jie hahaha!" The monster let out a piercing scream, seeing the two beings opposite him as his food for the day.

The monster’s mouth suddenly widened, countless black breaths transformed into fine threads that began to dance around, leaving deep marks wherever the threads passed.

Xing Wu and Little Feng stepped back upon seeing this, exchanged a glance, and saw the gravity in each other’s eyes.

Now with Black Robe’s Spiritual Wisdom, the monster had become very difficult to deal with, unlike before when it only used brute force. Instead, its attacks now involved a lot more variety and precision, adding to the pressure they felt.

"Can we still use that move from before?" Xing Wu asked Howling Moon as he dodged the continuously attacking black threads.

If they could summon that formidable giant wolf phantom again, this guy wouldn’t be a problem.

"Wait another quarter of an hour!" Little Feng softly said.

He also noticed that the giant wolf’s phantom had a restraining effect on the monster, but the power from his own bloodline was not so easy to use; each use would consume the true blood within his body.

This True Blood was the essence of his bloodline, and once damaged, it would be extremely difficult to recover.

Thus, every time after using it, he needed some time to accumulate True Blood, as the previous attack had already consumed most of the True Blood he had diligently saved up; using it again would require at least another quarter of an hour.

Xing Wu heard this, silently nodded, but his mind was already calculating how to survive this quarter of an hour.

However, Black Robe’s attacks came one after another; he and the monster seemed to reach a consensus, one continuously using his bizarre abilities to launch attacks at Xing Wu and Little Feng, while the other wielded his weapon to continuously strike.

Their coordination was seamless and methodical, making Little Feng and Xing Wu exhausted from running.

Seeing this, Xing Wu knew it was time to fight desperately, otherwise, not only would he fail to avenge himself today, but he and Little Feng might also risk dying here.

Suddenly, he swung the Giant Axe in his hand and roared towards the sky; instantly, an endless surge of blood enveloped him.

The blood-colored qi resembled a raging inferno, emitting a terrifying aura that made others instinctively want to retreat.

Enveloped by the blood qi, Xing Wu’s body slowly revealed mysterious patterns that seemed to possess a strange power. His already sizable body grew even taller under this force, and he exuded an aura as if from the Primeval Wilderness, causing anyone who glanced at him to feel a sense of dread.

"Huff!" Xing Wu exhaled lightly, releasing an extremely hot breath.

At that moment, his body was like a burning furnace, scorching his internal organs, bones, muscles, and blood.

This overbearing power was ceaselessly refining his body, making it even stronger.

However, this power was too domineering. If his body couldn’t withstand it, turning into a cloud of blood mist would be the only end.

"Can you hold on?" Howling Moon asked worriedly, knowing well the dreadful side effects of this Dharma Technique.

"Don’t worry, I can at least hold on until you use your Divine Skills a second time," Xing Wu said with difficulty, managing a faint smile before he charged at Black Robe, axe in hand.

Black Robe saw the vigorously charging Xing Wu and a trace of solemnity flashed across his face. The opponent’s strength had increased again, and he even felt a sense of fear emanating from his body.

Their weapons clanged in the void, the tremendous booming sound echoing across the sky, creating shockwaves that swept across the area and turned into a fearsome tornado ravaging the earth.

Black Robe sensed a profound and oceanic strength from Xing Wu’s body—it was the purest physical power. This power, transmitted through their colliding weapons, made his own body tremble uncontrollably.

After a few exchanges, Black Robe’s arms were shaking uncontrollably.

There was a clear disparity in strength between them. Black Robe realized that continuing this clash of strength would only disadvantage him.

His head twisted bizarrely, revealing a monstrous face, and a piercing screech instantly surrounded Xing Wu’s ears, seemingly aiming for his Soul.

But then, the monster realized that Xing Wu’s Primordial Spirit had become incredibly tough—if before it was like water, now it was like a massive rock.

His own power impacting the Soul had no effect; the man before him seemed to be invulnerable.

Yet, Xing Wu did not slow down his attacks. The severe pain continually emanating from his body was warning him that time was running out. He had to end the battle quickly; otherwise, once this state passed, he would be left powerless.

Black Robe, cunning as he was, quickly guessed the reason behind Xing Wu’s urgency. Thus, he deliberately dodged Xing Wu’s attacks, even if it meant getting injured, doing his utmost to drain Xing Wu’s strength.

Sure enough, after persisting for several rounds, Xing Wu’s power began to wane, and the mysterious patterns on his body gradually dimmed.

A fierce smile spread across Black Robe’s face. He stared at the now weakened Xing Wu and arrogantly said, "Haha, your strength is fading. Today, both of you will die here. Killing talents like you is truly a satisfying accomplishment."

In that moment, Black Robe felt a rare sense of satisfaction, which intoxicated and excited him even more.

As the patterns on Xing Wu’s body disappeared, his aura plummeted drastically. In an instant, his body returned to its original form, and the formidable aura dissipated like smoke.

The burly man propped his hands on his knees, panting heavily. The air he exhaled from his nostrils and mouth was still scorchingly hot.

His face was covered in sweat beads, and at that moment, Xing Wu felt an all-over body ache and lacked even the strength to move his fingers.

Seeing this, Black Robe let out a triumphant laugh and rapidly charged toward Xing Wu, his blade gleaming under the moonlight.