901 Tearing the Cursed Beast Apart with Bare Hands! (1/2)
Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
The light of the flames lit up Mo Fan's expressionless face. The Sky-Flame Funeral almost destroyed the chamber. Even the soil above the ceiling started to collapse and fell down, forming a hill in the center of the scorched Chamber of Sacrifice!
The disciples were all inside the chamber. Even those who reacted fairly quickly were still devoured by the Sky-Flame Funeral. No matter how fast they ran, they were no match for the speed of the fire...
Not a single disciple managed to survive. Even Mo Fan had lost count of how many there were. Was it twenty, or thirty? Either way, he would let Lingling handle it later. He was going to get paid the right amount!
He had to admit that the Gray Priests of the Black Vatican did have a trick or two up their sleeves. As the Sky-Flame Funeral eliminated the shrimpy disciples, four Gray Priests were able to rely on their Earth Spells and defensive equipment to survive the flames. They were fleeing to the exits opposite the entrance quickly despite their heavily burned bodies.
Mo Fan was too lazy to care about the disciples that were gasping their last breaths as they lay on the ground. The Sky-Flame Funeral would last for quite a while. No matter how hard they were struggling, they would all end up as charred corpses.
Mo Fan quickened his pace. He wove through the sea of flames over ten meters high, his eyes never leaving the four Gray Priests that were trying to run away.
One Gray Priest was worth nine million. Two of them would be eighteen million. Three would be twenty-seven million, and four would be thirty-six million!
-Run, where do you think you're running to?- ”Giant Shadow Spike: Thorns of the Shadow Rose!”
After Mo Fan raced through the walls of flame, he immediately cast the Shadow Spell, tossing the Giant Shadow Spikes between his fingers into the air.
The Thorns of the Shadow Rose did not necessarily have to fly in a straight line. They could even appear at a blind spot under Mo Fan's will. As Mo Fan gradually caught up to the thirty-six million... uhh, the four Gray Priests, he immediately launched the six Thorns of the Shadow Rose into their shadows!
After turning the corner, Mo Fan immediately set his gaze on a Gray Priest whose legs were severely burned.
”Go!”
Two Thorns of the Shadow Rose appeared, one on the left and the other on the right, stabbing at the legs of the Gray Priest, who was slower than the others.
The Gray Priest immediately tumbled forward as his legs were sealed off, slamming into the wall hard. He had likely broken his teeth!
The Gray Priest was desperate. He quickly picked up his bloody teeth and tried to start running again, yet he could no longer control his lower body. His shadow was nailed to the wall, impairing his movement. His whole body was tightly bound by the dark energy, unless he was able to unleash a stronger force to break free from it...
”Who are you? How dare you sneak into our sacred base? You will be tortured by the God of Death!” the Gray Priest turned around with great effort and cursed at Mo Fan.
”You sound really funny when you talk. God of Death my ass, just a mentally-retarded maniac who enjoys killing people.” Mo Fan was amused, as the Gray Priest who could not even talk properly after losing his teeth was still trying to confront him.
The Gray Priest was obviously rather fanatical. He immediately went all out to kill Mo Fan after hearing the man calling his beloved Senior Salan a maniac!
However, how could he possibly cast a spell while he was restricted by Mo Fan's Giant Shadow Spike: Thorns of the Shadow Rose? The toothless Gray Priest's cultivation was obviously a lot weaker than Mo Fan's.
The Gray Priest soon realized that he could not even draw a single Star Pattern. He started screaming wildly while waving his hands around.