Chapter One Hundred Thirteen: The Final Interceptor
On the ring road, heavy rain poured down, and dense fog floated about, torn apart like a thin veil by brilliant streams of light and the flying figures, merging and then tearing apart again.
Deafening explosions, the piercing shrieks that ripped through the air, deep roars, and furious howls echoed along the empty highway.
The Shuishu Beast ran wildly, the thunderous sound of iron hooves beat like a drum, striking the asphalt road and leaving behind lingering flashes of lightning.
At the same time, Lu Yibei and Huasang both pushed their spirit energy to the limit, the spirit energy fluctuations spreading and condensing into soft flames around their bodies.
“Boom——!”
The enhanced Chihuang Fire, more than twenty times stronger, erupted before a graceful figure clad in pure gold.
From the roar, Lu Yibei’s figure emerged from the swirling crimson flames, holding the Ling Tai Purification enveloped in fire, his powdery white hair trailing behind him. After pausing in mid-air, he lightly tapped the墨色 shield armor that appeared beneath his feet, crouched, and jumped forward with a burst of speed, sending the Ling Tai Purification forth with one hand.
Taihe Gentleman Sword · Jun Tian Zou!
The hunched figure in the sheep bone mask waved the serpentine staff crackling with electricity, opening a green barrier.
Ignoring the predictive thoughts flashing through his mind, Lu Yibei delivered three strikes in quick succession; the bright white sword light swept down repeatedly, crashing onto the green barrier, erupting with a heavy buzzing sound.
“Bang——Bang——Bang——!”
Like a chicken egg being forcefully broken.
At the moment the third dull sound erupted, the green barrier shattered with a bang, blue crystals of condensed spirit energy flying in all directions.
Seizing the moment of the barrier’s destruction, Lu Yibei immediately unleashed the Shuishu Beast’s Four Beasts Bright Sky Cannon, pouring it entirely onto the hunched figure.
Under a blanket of brilliant white light, a golden serpentine staff fell.
The next moment, Huasang soared into the air behind Lu Yibei, rushing past him to collide with the approaching black wind ahead.
“Boom——!”
Amidst the violent roar, Huasang used the momentum to retreat, darting toward Lu Yibei.
Within less than half a meter, they exchanged a glance, time seeming to freeze for half a second, before suddenly accelerating once more.
Huasang lightly tapped Lu Yibei’s outstretched hand with her toes, leaping backward, arms raised, unfurling a large墨色 shield armor in mid-air behind her, blocking the incoming assault.
Following that, the two fell almost simultaneously, landing steadily on the back of the Shuishu Beast that appeared below, pausing briefly before…
Continuing forward.
Throughout the entire process, there was almost no verbal communication.
But perhaps due to the experience and the resonance between the Ling Tai Purification and its fragments, along with the Ling Tai Purification being nearby at that moment, both felt an unspoken understanding, having completed their synergy in an incredibly short amount of time, their offensive and defensive coordination flowing seamlessly.
That feeling was akin to war comrades fighting side by side for countless years; even the slightest change in posture was met with perfect timing by the other.
Lu Yibei, “…”
So this is what it feels like to attack without restraint?
Just like the chief disciple of the Wind Spirit Moon Shadow Sect, how exhilarating!
Huasang, “…”
So this is what it feels like to not worry about spirit patterns going out of control?
It was like being imprisoned in an airtight little dark room for a long time, finally seeing the sunlight and breathing the real world—so wonderful!
……
From a distance, one could see shadows under the dense fog, with shades of red and green gracefully shifting position, advancing, dancing, intertwining, the phantoms of turtles and snakes contending, the explosions igniting crimson flames, appearing and disappearing.
A flash of blue lightning darted between them, always appearing at the perfect moment where two halos converged, allowing one to dispel the effects of Night侵蚀, while the other replenished spirit energy.
Clearly amidst battle, creating carnage, yet it gave the illusion of two beautifully-winged butterflies flitting their wings, dancing gracefully between thunder and fire, bl**d shadows and blade light.
A luminous green flowing like ink, fiery red flames like volcanic eruptions, the enduring blue lightning on the asphalt road, carrying the calamity power, transforming into the splattering bl**d of the Pink Fluffy Rabbit…
Colors both vivid and dim, piled up in vast quantities, as if in a dream.
……
Although the spirit energy fluctuation levels of those figures were comparable to Lu Yibei and Huasang’s, at A Grade to A+ Grade standards, in a normal battle, they would never fight as recklessly as Lu Yibei, completely abandoning any possibility of retreat.
Nor would they be like Huasang, who had accumulated spirit energy containing Night侵蚀 for over a decade and refined defensive techniques that even the elders of the Dachunyang Palace, and Zhang Shuo, would find embarrassing.
Those figures encountering the two of them were like healthy adults facing a strong man with no sense of pain; even if they could retaliate, the outcome would only be defeat.
Looking back, where they had passed, there were injured figures and shattered objects scattered everywhere.
Finally, only two enemies remained ahead.
One was a tall man clad in tattered leather.
His dark face bore a ghastly scar, resembling a contorted centipede stretching from the corner of his mouth to the corner of his eye.
In his left hand, he held a iron hook, in the right, a black fan, and at his waist hung a cauldron exuding墨绿色 flames.
This man was Zhang Shuo, whom Lu Yibei had seen in the intelligence provided by the Urban Legends Chat Group; the three items he possessed were the legendary Five Plagues vessels, corresponding to the three spirit patterns he controlled.
The other person was even more familiar to Lu Yibei.
Tall and slender, clad in snowy white, with a face as warm as jade, possessing an air of aloofness, with hints of frost dust at his temples, gripping a longsword, poised to strike.
Who else but Qing Ji?
To be precise, it should be the elderly Qing Ji.
“…”
Lu Yibei stared expressionlessly at the two, his gaze slowly shifting to the nearby figure of Hu Chuan, whose appearance was somewhat ludicrous yet exuded an extremely uncomfortable aura, his eyes deepening.
Things were getting tricky…
In intercepting those previous adversaries, perhaps there was an element of being mixed in, but these two would be difficult to deal with, even on their own.
It was even possible they were more difficult than the now transformed giant Pink Fluffy Rabbit, Hu Chuan, Lu Yibei thought.
The next moment, an unexpected situation unfolded.
Zhang Shuo suddenly stepped aside, and with a “pu” sound, the iron hook pierced his own chest, a mad grin spreading across his face as he said in a deep voice, “Go ahead, k*ll that guy.”
He actually… harmed himself? What is this operation? Lu Yibei furrowed his brow in confusion, but Zhang Shuo’s next words made her suddenly understand.
“This might be my only chance for liberation. Either he dies, or you d*e, and I continue to endure endless torment.”
He knew very well that even in such a state, Hu Chuan would sense his betrayal; if Lu Yibei failed to k*ll Hu Chuan, he would suffer even more brutal torment afterward.
But this was indeed his only chance to escape.
“Alright…” Lu Yibei replied coolly as she stepped forward, and in the next moment, the Ling Tai Purification in her hand began to tremble.
Qing Ji stood in front of her, a meaningful smile appearing on his face…
