Chapter 296: Are You The Principal Conspirator? (1/2)

Chapter 296: Are You The Principal Conspirator?

Translator: E.3.3.Editor: Vermillion

Angry roars filled the campsite as flames shot to the sky. The sound of arrows being plucked was comparable to hearts being ripped apart, sending goosebumps down one's body.

Mo Lin led his storm of troops into the enemy's campsite. The way he flicked his long spear, sending blood everywhere, made him look invincible.

Zhu Yue charged in, seeking to resist Mo Lin. Finally, the great generals of the two armies have clashed in a battle to the death. Both were courageous and spirited as they swooped in with bloodshot eyes.

In the sky, a black-gowned warrior from the Shura Sect levitated in the air. In his hand were five spinning talismans. These jade runes emitted an eerie beam as if releasing its extraordinary power of suction to absorb the phantom spirits and spiritual essences of the dead corpses from down below.

The bodies of piles of dead soldiers had yet to turn cold before their wailing spiritual essence was forcibly dragged out and sucked in by the magic arrays of the talismans.

The black-gowned man had elation written in his eyes, and even the muscles on his face ticked excitedly.

With the flash of a sword, Tang Yin charged out of the campsite. His target was the Shura Sect warrior controlling the magic array.

That warrior suddenly bellowed, prompting a pitch black wave of true energy to fluctuate and smack back at Tang Yin's sword. This palm made of force was formidable, bringing with it a terrifying pressure as it came crashing down.

Tang Yin's complexion became all the more somber. In the present moment, his body was still recovering from heavy injuries. In the face of this strike, he had to bear a tremendous amount of pressure.

The battle up in the sky did not alleviate the situation on the battleground below. The two armies continued the bitter battle, staining the soil with blood.

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After catching a breath, Wei Dafu felt his body turn ice cold. He wasn't alone in this since everyone else in the Cooks' Army Unit sat there with trembling bodies, nobody daring to make a noise.

The ground, covered with dead bodies, reflected in their eyes like a horrible nightmare. Though these were all the corpses of their enemies, they simply couldn't erase the earlier scene from their minds.

That metallic lump… turned out to be so powerful. In fact, so powerful they found it hard to breathe.

However, even though they were shocked and pale with fear, they secretly sighed in relief. That they had managed to save their provisions gave them great hope.

Wei Dafu and the others stood up, ready to handle the shipment of their remaining supplies.

However, just as they pushed away a cart of provisions, the earth began to shake violently. The sound of hooves hitting the ground traveled into their ears. Another group of men charging forth came into view.

”Enemies!!”

Those from the Cooks' Army Unit bawled as they began to fish out their weapons. Some couldn't locate their usual blades and instead clutched kitchen knives in their hands, but still managing to instill an imposing manner.

This time there were only three adversaries. All three were dressed in black and emanated sinister levels of energy. Their brows were furrowed into frowns when they observed the heaps of dead bodies on the ground.

”There appears to be a warrior safeguarding the army provisions… I was wondering why the special task force took such a long time. I guess they met a match!”

A black-gowned warrior sneered coldly and shot a glance at the corpses on the ground before studying the Cooks' Army Unit. His face instantly darkened.

”But you are all going to die!”

This black-gowned man widened his eyes. As the tip of his feet touched the floor, he leaped off his horse and extended a claw of dark-toned true energy. This surge of true energy directly pierced through the bodies of numerous soldiers, killing them instantly.

The three were all warriors of the Shura Sect with the cultivation of fifth grade Battle-Kings. The slaughtering of the Cooks' Army Unit was as easy for them as a wolf storming through a pack of sheep.

Long Cai turned around in terror. In the face of such three demons, he simply couldn't muster up the courage and instead got ready to escape.

Wei Dafu had the same thing on his mind as he struggled to flee for his life… His main concern was protecting the army provisions, yet these three presented too much of a challenge. This was a clear case of a willing spirit paired with a weak, helpless body.

”Thinking of taking off?”

A black-gowned man smiled cruelly before charging straight for Long Cai. His bloody hands clawed at Long Cai's heart.

Long Cai's young face was filled with horror, his entire body stiffening at the adversary's strong killing intent.

Right before the blood-dripping hands were about to pierce through Long Cai's body, a cool voice rang amidst the howling winds.

”You can't kill him.”

The voice was so calm that it contained no trace of emotion. A black frying pan spun in the air, hurled straight at the black-gowned man.

”What the hell?!” The black-gowned man squinted his eyes only to see a flying pan, which unexpectedly gave him a fright.

The man in black was furious as he clawed the pan, intending to smash it into smithereens. Yet, just as his monstrous claw collided with the pan, he was sent flying backwards by a terrifying force of energy.

The black pan also exploded the air.

Bu Fang sauntered in from afar, accompanied by Whitey.

With each and every step, Whitey's eyes flickered a deeper shade of purple…

”Looks like you are the hidden warrior… who killed our entire special task force! You've got quite the guts!” The black-gowned men sneered as all three gathered together to study Bu Fang.

Bu Fang patted Whitey's chubby belly as his lips suddenly curled. He couldn't be bothered to waste his breath on this crowd.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three surging waves of true energy spread outwards. The auras on these three men had already reached the level of fifth grade Battle-King. Within the army, a Battle-King was powerful enough to lead as a general.

No wonder the entire Cooks' Army Unit was no match to these three.

A purple beam of light glowered, flaring in a way that stumped the three figures. Afterwards, they sensed a chilled breeze as the flash of a figure suddenly charged toward them.