Chapter 1011: The Man of Life and Death (Third Update, Begging for Monthly Votes)

"Protect Ye Ge!"

"Who dares touch Captain Ye!!"

At the cry of the phoenix, frost and flame exploded outward, and the two threw themselves almost simultaneously in front of the Crimson Wind.

"Anyone who blocks me dies!!"

The crimson wind surged up, sweeping the two into its midst.

The next instant, from within the crimson wind rose the cry of the phoenix; frost and flame spiraled skyward in a helix, and immediately after, two figures were sent flying backward—none other than the already defeated Qi Ba Jiu Daren and Captain Wu.

"If I still had my peak strength, I would never be this wretched!" Qi Ba Jiu Daren felt her body growing ever weaker; the frost and flame slowly faded from her eyes as she tried to hand control over to the tail, but the tail within her refused.

"Child… if you keep this up, you'll really die!"

Compared with Qi Ba Jiu Daren's wretched state, Captain Wu's condition was somewhat better, but there was no longer any hope of stopping the Crimson Wind.

Just then…

The great flock of Wuyu tribe black-bone kites in the night sky, as if receiving some command, suddenly dove down madly, charging at the Crimson Wind.

Swish-swish-swish-swish—

Like a meat grinder of bone and flesh, every Wuyu tribe aberration that dove down, the instant it struck the Crimson Wind, was reduced to fine shreds of flesh and blood, ground into pulp!

In no time at all, a great pile of corpse fragments and meat had accumulated on the ground, but in return, Huang Hou's form was truly held back, and for the moment she could not spare attention to go support Feng Wang.

"Go on! Yese Liming!!" Niu Zuo roared, his voice brimming with hope.

"Human warrior, we're counting on you!!" The Wuyu tribe's Second Prince spoke words no one could understand at all, not realizing that Fang Yue, like Niu Zuo, was someone who simply did not care about factions.

And Fang Yue, on whom everyone pinned their hopes, Fang Yue who was mistaken for someone who could fight Feng Wang to a standstill, now had only one thing on his mind—Are you all trying to get me killed?!

If he could accumulate a bit more strength and come back to challenge later, there might still be some chance, but right now, facing Feng Wang head-on, he had no chance of winning at all!

"Feng Wang!!" Huang Hou, held back, called out anxiously, but the only answer she received was Feng Wang's calm tone.

"Don't be impatient. Do what you should be doing."

Hearing this, Huang Hou seemed to suddenly understand something; she gave a slight nod and began, unhurried and steady, to deal with those blocking her.

On the other side, at the stump of Feng Wang's severed finger, flesh squirmed like boiling water, and in a short while an entirely new finger had grown.

"This—?!" Niu Zuo's eyes went wide. The others might not have been able to tell, but he saw the problem with this ability at first glance—it wasn't simple regeneration, it was… an aberration's power!

"Surprised? Niu Zuo—I have to say, your talent is extraordinary. But your research into aberrations is still far too shallow."

Raising his finger to point at Fang Yue, Feng Wang said slowly, "Now, time to deal with the trash. No one can obstruct the formation of 【Mo Xian Zhen】. Lord Mo's wish will be carried out by me, his disciple!"

Mo Xian Zhen? Lord Mo?

Fang Yue's mind buzzed; he was somewhat dazed.

He could never have imagined hearing news of Lord Mo from Feng Wang's mouth.

How could Lord Mo of Mo Cun possibly be connected to Feng Wang?!

In that single instant of distraction, Feng Wang's finger suddenly shot out like a spear, extending at terrifying speed, and in a flash pierced through Fang Yue's brow.

The black qi 【Gui Huan】, the internal-force shield, the formidable flesh—every defense was shattered in an instant, and his brow was pierced clean through.

Hiss—

Blood sprayed out. Fang Yue's mind flashed through scenes of the past like a revolving lantern; as Feng Wang's finger withdrew, his body thudded to the ground, blood pooling across the floor, his breath growing faint…

【Fang Yue?!!】

Perhaps it was a trick of the senses, but Fang Yue seemed to hear the sound of parchment.

"Ye Ge?!"

"Captain Ye?!"

"How—?! Wasn't he just holding his own a moment ago? How did he suddenly…"

As the surrounding people cried out in shock, the corners of Huang Hou's mouth curved up slightly.

Thud!

Feng Wang had already walked over and planted a foot on Fang Yue's back, lifting his chin slightly as he looked down at the surroundings.

"Since when did you fools develop the delusion that you could challenge me?"

Overbearing, arrogant, looking down on all!

As if under heaven there was no person, no matter, that could make this man lower his head.

This, is Feng Wang.

This, is the underground king of Qing Guo!

Everyone, at this moment, was overawed by Feng Wang's presence and dared not move rashly.

Drawing his gaze back from these wretches, Feng Wang began to gradually apply force with his foot, preparing to stomp the Fang Yue beneath him clean in two!

However, just as he was about to stomp down with full force, Feng Wang suddenly sensed something and his movement froze abruptly.

Boom!!

Black qi—black qi that had erupted without warning—blotted out the sky as it engulfed him, cutting off every one of his senses.

Hiss!!!

As he retreated, fresh red blood burst open from his chest without any warning.

Only after stepping out of the black fog's range did Feng Wang halt, clutching the wound on his chest and staring ahead with uncertainty and alarm.

"Feng Wang is injured again?!"

"How—?!"

"And this wound is even worse than the last!"

"It has to be Ye Ge—Ye Ge did it!!"

Amid the crowd's exclamations, the black fog that had billowed outward suddenly went still for an instant, then rapidly contracted, withdrawing back into Fang Yue's body and revealing his form.

One saw the Fang Yue of this moment: the flower-bud mark on his brow faintly blooming, a single black wing spread behind his back, a black blade in his hand burning with raging black fire, his tightly shut eyes leaking black blood, and ancient script characters flickering in and out of existence all around him.

"This really is… what kind of monster crawled out of nowhere."

Feng Wang touched the wound on his chest, looked at his wet right hand stained with fresh blood, turned his gaze to Fang Yue, and murmured.

But just as he was staring at Fang Yue, he suddenly noticed that Fang Yue's body swayed twice and tilted over toward the left, as if his body had already reached its limit.

A thought stirred in his heart, and Feng Wang immediately understood: the current Fang Yue was still in a dazed state, and had not truly grasped this terrifying power.

Now that his body had reached its limit, he was naturally about to lose consciousness.

Still, with the strength of Rain Grade Peak, having reached this level—this man is worth me personally making a move once, to dissect and study him!

The corner of Feng Wang's mouth lifted slightly; he understood in his heart that although he looked a little wretched now, the scales of victory still stood firmly on his side!

And just as he thought this, a crimson wind suddenly burst out from the side, lunging toward the tilting Fang Yue.

His heart gave a sudden lurch, and an extremely ominous premonition flashed through Feng Wang's mind.

"Wait! Huang Hou, don't!!"

However, it was already too late.

In the instant Feng Wang cried out, the crimson wind had already rushed in front of Fang Yue, and a dagger gleaming with cold light stabbed toward Fang Yue's neck, arriving before he hit the ground!

Then, Huang Hou saw a thread.

A black thread, like a precise surgical blade, sliced her body from top to bottom, cutting it cleanly in two.

Flesh and blood separated, the skeleton split in two, passing each other with Fang Yue in the very middle, and the corpse fell to the ground.

And Fang Yue, who had been about to fall, was held in place in a half-tilted, gravity-defying bizarre posture, as if shackled to the spot—only behind his back, a flower bud was slowly blooming.

The auras of life and death appeared on Fang Yue almost simultaneously.

Feng Wang stared at Fang Yue in astonishment.

It was the first time he had seen a person whose aura of death was so dense.

And also the first time he had seen a person whose aura of vitality was so intense.

Is this… really a person?

Boom!!

Thunder, in this instant, exploded.

Amid the thunder, Feng Wang saw some kind of invisible existence suddenly appear, slowly extend a hand, pierce through Fang Yue's chest, and grasp his heart.

"Yin… messenger?"

(End of this chapter)