Chapter 368 - The Strongest Defense (2/2)

Most of the spikes were absorbed by those space gaps, while the rest were held back by Lyu Liang’s Star-picking Palms and Sword Essence.

“Don’t worry. I have more to show you!” Lin Qiangu said impatiently as she lowered her head. When she raised her head again, the red patterns on her forehead began flowing like tadpoles.

All of a sudden, her white bone-spear turned scarlet. Instantly, she wielded the spear and rushed at Lyu Liang!

However, Lyu Liang had prepared well for that. The 12 Spirit Swallowing Bugs turned into two daggers, glittering with black light. They struggled with Lin Qiangu and prevented her from moving forward.

“Time is up!” Wen Xiaojing announced clearly, stopping the two on the stage. Lyu Liang sighed in relief, while Lin Qiangu looked rather unsatisfied with the result.

“Coward! Hmph!” Lin Qiangu summoned back all the spikes and sneered, “Listen! If you were our enemy, I would not have been so gentle on you!”

Lyu Liang wiped the sweat from his face and thought, “If we were enemies, I would not have tried so hard in defense!”

…

At the same time, Zhu Yu was wounded heavily on the eastern edge of the Chaotic Heavenly Alliance. Bathed in blood, he knelt on one knee, panting heavily. Beside him, the Blood-Dripping Spear had been snapped in two. It had accompanied him for so many years, but it finally lay inanimate on the ground.

A black-robed old man was frowning, with his back to Zhu Yu. He was You Mang, the captain of Dark Wing. Behind him, a dozen black-robed men were standing in a line, ready to launch attacks. All of them had cultivation at the Tao Ancestor Middle-stage.

“I have to say that you are much more powerful than I thought! But your Heavenly Alliance Token has lost its efficacy, your divine spear is broken, and you do not have enough power to summon forth the eight diagrams. What else can you do?” You Mang nodded with a complicated expression and sighed softly. “You have caused us great losses. How should I explain it to our boss? But as long as you are killed, my task will be finished.”

“It has been a long time since we began fighting. You are more sticky than I thought.” Zhu Yu spat out blood. Then, he raised his head and said with an unyielding smile, “100 people came and a dozen return? Hahaha, how shameless you are! Is my life really that valuable?”

“I do not want to argue with you, and I will not give you any chance to recover!” You Mang shook his head and said threateningly, “This is your last chance! If you tell me the secret of the One Point Death, I will let you die comfortably! If not, I will let you experience the torture of soul searching! At that time, I can still learn about that secret method!”

“The One Point Death? That sounds nice! Now that I am here, just let me join your game.” As a faint voice was heard, a silver-armored young man emerged. The striking scar on his face had deprived him of one eye.

“Xu Yi? Why are you here? Does Milord Night Dragon know about this?” You Mang was surprised. Obviously, he knew who this young man was.

“Can you tell me… the secret of the One Point Death?” The young man ignored You Mang’s questions and directly walked up to Zhu Yu. He crouched on one knee and squinted at this man with his only eye.

“You’re welcome to join our game. Anyway, it makes no difference.” Zhu Yu smiled an insouciant smile and whispered, “I can tell you… when we meet in hell…”

Suddenly, his body glowed with five colors, and his weak aura also surged to the Tao Ancestor Late-stage.

“Bang!” As a loud noise was heard, the young man was knocked back and smacked on the ground. Then, he was completely motionless!

“What?” Shocked, You Mang exuded an aura at almost the God Ancestor level. But still, he was too late!

Zhu Yu did not give his opponents any chance to fight back. When You Mang was ready to launch attacks, he felt a cool breeze blowing over him. He turned around and found that all of his men had been killed!

“You, you… you are not Zhu Yu! You… hmm… you are…” You Mang opened his eyes wide. Before he could finish his words, a hand squeezed his neck with strength. As the hand flashed with black light, a slight explosion was heard.

You Mang’s eyes dimmed at that very second. A golden soul spirit floated out of his head and assumed the appearance of an old man. But before he could escape, a thin, black beam directly shot at him and broke him apart.

Zhu Yu stood there and tossed away You Mang’s body. Then, his figure became vague and he gradually took on the appearance of the scarred young man.

On the other side, the young man on the ground lifted his left arm. A small black cloud remained around his finger. Then, his figure also became vague and turned into Zhu Yu’s appearance.

“A good scheme… Did you do this for the One Point Death?” Zhu Yu’s condition did not allow him to stand up at all. But he flashed a carefree smile, afraid of nothing.

To his surprise, the young man smiled softly and walked up to Zhu Yu. As his hands flashed with bright light, the two halves of Zhu Yu’s broken spear appeared in them.

Suddenly, the young man spat out blood, and five colors shone on his hands. The next second, the Blood-Dripping Spear was perfectly repaired. The black light on it was even more brilliant than before.

“You…” Zhu Yu frowned slightly. When he was about to say something, the spear flew over to him, giving him an extremely cozy feeling. He was soon forced into a deep, sound sleep.

The last second before he closed his eyes, the young man disappeared. He heard some people talking and found several men rushing over. The one in the very front was Little Bean, Lyu Liang’s best friend in the Demons Valley.