Chapter 114: A Fight That Has to Be Fough (1/2)
“Nie Tian! Sister! Don’t worry about us, just leave!”
An Ying realized what was happening and immediately started screaming loudly. She wanted Nie Tian and An Shiyi to leave as soon as possible.
She was perfectly aware that the strength of the Greater Heaven stage Feng Luo far exceeded her sister’s.
Since she had never witnessed a battle between Nie Tian and Yu Tong, she didn’t trust that Nie Tian would win. Even if by some chance Nie Tian managed to defeat Yu Tong, there was no way he would have the strength to contend with Feng Luo.
Instead of having everyone killed, they might as well get at least one or two people out alive.
“Shut up!” Feng Luo gave a cold harrumph.
FIZZ! FIZZ!
In the next moment, the blood that had previously emerged from the ground rapidly climbed up their legs and covered their bodies.
The blood was like a bunch of madly growing weeds. Only moments passed before they were all wrapped in a layer of sticky blood, making them look like big, bloody cocoons.
An Ying and several others were covered in so much blood that only their heads were left out in the open. The stinky, pungent smell of the blood took advantage of the opportunity and rushed into their noses.
Soon, An Ying was reduced to only being able to make muffled noises, and was no longer able to speak.
After being completely constrained by the blood, they could only observe with wide eyes, without being able to move or converse at all.
With a merciless and cold-blooded smile, Feng Luo asked, “Nie Tian, is it? Don’t even dream of escaping. If you dare to leave my sight, I kill them instantly. So be a good boy, and go fight Little Tong. Won’t it be fun to have your friends watch how you die?
WHOOSH!
At that moment, An Shiyi, who had not spoken a word since confirming Feng Luo’s cultivation base, suddenly morphed into a blazing fireball and smashed towards him.
At the same time, a flock of raging flames flooded towards Feng Luo like rolling flaming lanterns.
BANG! BANG!
The numerous fireballs burst into smaller fireballs, but turned into an even larger swarm of flames, converging onto Feng Luo from every direction.
However, Feng Luo, despite being besieged by flames, showed a sinister smile. He shook his head, and said, “Miss An, it seems that your cultivation base is still a bit weak. I’m afraid this kind of attack can’t do any damage to me.”
With these words, Feng Luo’s eyes gradually filled with veins of blood. He suddenly shook his robust body, causing a bloody aura to emerge from his body; like a shield of blood-colored light, it isolated him from the surging flames.
Shielded the raging flames, Feng Luo walked out from the spot where the fireballs had burst, holding an unusual-looking magical ball in his giant right hand.
Inside the transparent magical ball hovered and flashed thick clusters of bloody mist that resembled numerous bloody figures.
“Blood Solidifying Technique!”
Following Feng Luo’s gentle shout, blinding bloody light suddenly shot out of the magical ball, and at the same time, streams of blood flew out from the rivers of blood behind him, as if they were responding to his summoning.
The blood turned into balls before twisting and gradually morphing into five blood imps. The blood imps didn’t have faces, yet carried an overwhelming blood aura. All of a sudden, they swooped towards An Shiyi.
An Shiyi’s expression flickered as a surge of spiritual power fluctuations rippled out from within the bracelet of holding on her jade arm.
WHOOSH! WHOOSH!
Six burning fire pearls flew right out of her bracelet. Five of them flew towards the blood imps, while the remaining one went straight towards Feng Luo.
“Spiritual Flame Pearls…” With a low-pitched chuckle, Feng Luo’s robust frame abruptly sank into the blood under his feet.
In a flash, he seemed to have shed his human form and merged with the blood that had oozed out of the ground, without leaving any trace of him, not even his aura.
As soon as he vanished, huge waves rose on the surface of the blood that covered the ground, like seawater that had been blasted by strong winds.
Waves upon waves of raging blood rolled and swept towards Yu Tong.
“Little Tong!” Feng Luo’s voice sounded extremely distant, as if it came from deep under the ground.
Upon hearing his voice, Yu Tong, who had been glaring at Nie Tian the entire time, seemed to have finally lost control of the anger burning in her heart.
“You deserve to die!”
Yu Tong crossed her milky, slender hands like a butterfly in front of her ample chest, forming various types of mystical seals and incantations.
Countless beams of bloody aura as thick as her arm suddenly shot out from the land under Nie Tian’s feet. They took the shape of beautiful girls’ arms, which gestured seductively while reaching towards him.
Not only were they tender and resilient, but they also carried a mysterious aura that could bewitch one’s soul.
Nie Tian felt somewhat dazzled looking at them, and he began to see illusions in his mind.
In his deluded eyes, the bloody aura appeared to have actually turned into the arms of beautiful women. To him, they didn’t stink of blood, but instead smelled pleasant like perfume.
Numerous illusions constantly appeared in his mind, and he could no longer differentiate between fantasy and reality. He no longer tell if his opponent was Yu Tong or the numerous illusionary, bloody hands.
“She’s using psychic domination!”
He bit hard on his own tongue in an attempt to use the pain to bring him back to his senses.
He tried his best to guard his soul and ignore all of the bewitching, bloody, hands that were swaying around him. The only thing that he focused on was Yu Tong.