Chapter 1291 - Kill with Maltreatment (1/2)

Chapter 1291: Kill with Maltreatment

Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio

That blood saint was seven feet tall, and his skin was blood-red. There were black engravings all over his body, and after he opened his wings, he was more than two hundred feet long. He had great power.

The four-wing blood saint saw that more than half of the immortal vampire half-saints practicing in the valley had been killed, and he yelled, “You’re going to die for killing so many half saints!”

It would take a lot of resources to cultivate a half saint.

Dozens of half saints being killed meant a large group of backbone beings was annihilated. Any power would be crazed.

Zhang Ruochen looked up and said, “I’ve killed more than one immortal vampire saint, not to mention some half saints.”

“Do you dare tell me your name?”

The power of the four-wing blood saint was nothing against Zhang Ruochen’s. He couldn’t even see the face of Zhang Ruochen, and he didn’t know who he was.

Zhang Ruochen didn’t answer his question. He raised his hand and mobilized mind power again.

Traces of spiritual Qi were turned into lightning, flowing in the air.

Pu Chi!

“Ah!”

The lightning turned into long spears and hit all the immortal vampire half saints, killing all of them.

“How dare you…”

The four-wing blood saint couldn’t be angrier. A human being dared to slaughter immortal vampires in front of him?

In the north, there were only immortal vampires killing human beings, not the other way around.

The eyes of the four-wing blood saint became incredibly bright, and they floated in the blood-red clouds. Inside the two fireb.a.l.l.s, fierce power was bred. The two fiery light pillars. .h.i.t toward Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen squinted his eyes and performed a thunder technique, ‘Thunder-chasing technique.’ He moved his body and rushed forward like a trace of light, dodging the attacks of the four-wing blood saint. He came to a higher position in the valley.

“Thunder Fire Whirlpool.”

Zhang Ruochen performed a level-three thunder system. All of a sudden, a whirlpool that had a diameter of eight hundred feet was condensed in the sky. There was light and fire in the lightning.

The spells were performed by Zhang Ruochen, but they were all inferior spells. He had refined them when he was still a half saint.

Although they were all elementary spells, their power couldn’t be handled by ordinary saints when they were performed by a mind power saint whose mind power was at level fifty-two.

The thunder fire whirlpools covered the four-wing blood saint, and the lightning and fire kept striking the four-wing blood saint, and there was saint blood falling from the whirlpool.

When the four-wing blood saint got out of the thunder fire whirlpool, his body had become black, and almost half of his body was gone.

“Die.”

The four-wing blood saint knew the weaknesses of mind power saints. As long as their opponent got close to their bodies, they would be killed.

Although he had been severely injured, the four-wing blood saint still wanted to strike back. He dived and reached out his silver-white thorns, piercing toward Zhang Ruochen’s head.

Zhang Ruochen sighed. After his three meridians were crushed, he was in trouble. Before, he would’ve killed that four-wing blood saint.

Now, he had to dodge him.

Zhang Ruochen waved his arm. A lightning ball flew out and hit the body of the four-wing blood saint, which forced him to scream again.

However, the spells performed by Zhang Ruochen were too rudimentary. They could only hurt the four-wing blood saint instead of killing him.

What an annoying guy. He has great mind power, yet he keeps using the most elementary spells. He’s trying to shame me.

The four-wing blood saint didn’t know that Zhang Ruochen had never practiced any high-level mind power spells. He just thought that Zhang Ruochen was trying to kill him with maltreatment, so he felt insulted and furious.

“Let you be smug for now. The other two blood saints are coming here, and after that, you’ll die.”

The four-wing blood saint knew that he was being tortured, yet he was still waiting for help. He had to make this reckless human being pay. He had to suck him dry and turn him into a blood slave.

Actually, Zhang Ruochen felt awkward as well. The life and recovering power of immortal vampires were too strong. He couldn’t kill him with elementary spells.

Peng Peng.

The lightning b.a.l.l.s and electric knife kept diving and falling on the body of the four-wing blood saint, leaving him with dozens of wounds. He kept yelling, with blood being spilled.

Just when the four-wing blood saint couldn’t hold it anymore, two traces of saintly way forces came from the southwestern area of the valley.

At the same time, many immortal vampires rushed into the valley. They were the elite army, and there were hundreds of thousands of them forming an alliance. Their marching was shaking the valley.