Chapter 598: Shadowy Pursui (1/2)

t [V6C128 – Sorrow of a Silent Parting]

Qianye fell to the ground with a plop. However, he had no time to pay attention to the pain at his back as he flashed behind a different tree with a flip of his body. His figure had just disappeared when yet another bullet chased after him and struck the tree, producing a meter-wide hole therein. A giant tree that would take several men to wrap their arms around was almost pierced through.

The firepower of this shot caused Qianye to shiver. It was quite fortunate that his reactions were fast enough—the situation would’ve been dire if he were struck directly.

Qianye rolled backward under the cover of the giant tree and switched locations a couple more times before stopping to observe his injuries. The firepower behind this shot was so powerful that even Young Dragon had been pierced through, producing a bowl-sized opening where it had struck.

If it were still Iron Wall on his body, the shot might’ve injured his heart already. Qianye felt his back burning as though several red-hot nails were piercing into him. Apparently, there was black titanium in this bullet, and the amount was also quite significant.

Qianye gritted his teeth as he broke several syringes and poured the contents onto the wound. At the same time, he injected four stimulants into his neck where the medicinal effects would appear the fastest. After doing all that, Qianye listened to the dark race’s movements briefly and tossed out several origin grenades. Two of them were hurled toward where the sneak attack had come from, while the remainder made for the rest of the dark race squad.

The violent explosions sent the dark race warriors into chaos, and a woodland spider was even blasted into the air. Those trying to evade and those attempting to pursue crashed into one another, resulting in a scene of utter confusion.

An explosion also occurred in the direction of the assailant, but there wasn’t even a trace of that person at that location. Instead, a figure appeared on another side of the battlefield. That person lowered his sniper rifle with an unsightly expression and uttered, “Crap!”

The grenade explosions hadn’t reached him in the slightest, but his vision was now full of blood energy, flames, and flowing origin power—everything was in chaos. Meanwhile, Qianye’s silhouette and aura had long since vanished.

He leapt up and flitted across the purple substance at unimaginable speeds. In the blink of an eye, he had circled around the disorderly squad to arrive at Qianye’s location. However, all he could see now was a field of hazy mist without a single living being. It was at this time that he suddenly noticed a familiar shadow flash past the corner of his eye.

He turned back abruptly only to see the silhouette traverse the chaotic battlefield and vanish into the distance. All the while, the surrounding dark race soldiers remained oblivious to his presence.

He instinctively recognized this shadow as the target of his assassination and took aim at lightning speed. However, he could no longer see anything in his scoped vision. Only a faint trail of origin power remained, and even that was dispersing rapidly amidst the chaotic environment.

He didn’t fire blindly, opting instead to relax his trigger finger and slowly lower the gun. Under a hood behind the scope was a countenance no less handsome than that of a vampire. This was precisely the demonkin count whom Qianye had met briefly on the battlefield.

“You won’t escape.” Eden looked down at the rifle in his hand. It was a firearm crafted in pure demonkin fashion—odd yet beautiful, sinister yet elegant. There were exquisite arrays carved onto the two-meter-long rifle, and some of its components were already priceless in terms of materials, let alone the rifle itself.

Eden’s expression was somewhat odd as he glanced at his beloved gun. “Even this can’t kill you? Just who are you?”

The grade-seven rifle in Eden’s hand was called “Shadow Carol”, a weapon that could be considered famous in the Dark Abyss. This gun’s history could be traced back a thousand years. Every time a change of owners had taken place, a demonkin grandmaster would perform adjustments on the weapon according to the talents of the new owner. In terms of firepower, it was well above Zhao Jundu’s Blue Firmament.

Eden was able to fully control its might only after becoming a mighty count. That direct hit just now should’ve killed any human champion below rank fourteen on the spot, but not only had the other party survived, he even had the power to counterattack and run away. This kind of defensive power was even greater than Eden himself.

The demonkin collected his thoughts and raised his right hand. Several hazy figures appeared around him in the blink of an eye.

“Chase him down and kill him.” Eden’s command was clear. Those figures bowed and stepped back into the omnipresent shadows of the Misty Wood.

Eden didn’t follow them. Instead, he proceeded to observe the surroundings little by little, not letting even the most minute of details escape his eyes. He soon arrived at an empty spot where Qianye had spat out the mouthful of blood.

The purple substance on the ground was squirming fiercely. Eden had witnessed such a scene many times, and couldn’t be clearer about the corrosive and devouring characteristics of the substance. Blood that had landed on it would be swallowed clean in the span of a few breaths, and the billowing of the substance meant that the blood contained an abundance of origin power. On the one hand, it proved how powerful Qianye was, while on the other, it went to show that he had been badly injured.

Eden observed briefly and was just about to leave when a sudden notion occurred to him—his steps came to a halt and his eyes widened as they returned to the squirming purple substance.

Instead of weakening, the billowing of the substance grew increasingly violent. In the end, the rolling waves expanded to several meters in radius. There was little chance Qianye would’ve sprayed blood over such a wide area, even if he was badly injured. The intensity was the greatest at the center, but the substance gradually fell instead of rising up, almost revealing the soil beneath.

The ground substance wasn’t devouring the blood. On the contrary, it was being corroded.

Eden was immediately alarmed. The Evernight faction, especially the demonkin clans, had long since studied the Misty Wood. There were only a handful of reasons this phenomenon could occur, and the most likely scenario was that Qianye’s blood contained substances with even greater corrosive properties than the purple substance.

It was because Eden understood the principle that he found it hard to believe what was happening. The Dark Abyss where Eden grew up specialized in corrosive and poisonous energy, and he himself was an outstanding young member of the clan. Even so, his own corrosive energy was inferior to that of the purple substance. How then had a human achieved this?

There was another possibility—the quality of origin power in Qianye’s blood was so high that the purple ground substance couldn’t devour it, and all it could do was neutralize it on the spot. In this scenario, the large scope of billowing ground substance signified that several dozen times the amount was being exhausted to eliminate Qianye’s blood.

Wouldn’t that mean this fellow was a genius of the generation?