Chapter 766: The Shattered Golden Pillar (Part 2)
“Bang!”
The two weapons collided. Although the dagger appeared light, the immense power it carried sent the weapon wielded by Feng flying. Despite gripping it tightly, Feng was sent reeling backward.
“The gap between an intermediate War God and a beginner War God is beyond your imagination,” a sarcastic laugh followed.
In the eyes of the onlookers, the circular grey aura of rules hung above the Middle-aged Ferryman’s head, more dazzling than the aura on Feng’s weapon hilt, clearly indicating a greater amplification.
Stumbling back several steps, Feng’s eyes flickered with ghost fire as his feet retreated rapidly. However, barely five meters out, he suddenly felt a chill surge from behind him.
Before he could react, a dagger shrouded in grey mist pierced through. The chilling cold emanating from its sharp edge made Feng realize this opponent was not to be trifled with. The ghost fire in his eyes trembled violently. “This is bad!”
“Clang!”
Before Feng could turn around, the dagger collided with the massive scythe. Sparks flew as Bairnis let out a soft cry. Veins bulged on the back of her hand as she pulled, tossing it into the air, then raised her palm.
Countless butterflies shot out like blue beams of light!
“Go!”
“Swish swish swish!!” Accompanied by the sound of rushing air, the swarm of butterflies shot towards the sky like a vibrant stream of light, continuously striking the figure in the sky and causing it to lose balance.
The Middle-aged Ferryman felt the stinging sensation on his back, a grim expression surfacing on his face. Even though he was stronger than Bairnis, with her enhanced power and surprise attack directly to his face, he could only be blasted away.
“Feng! Control him!”
Bairnis shouted sternly, observing the situation in the sky. The scythe in her hand ignited with a crimson energy glow, and as the air waves surged, her green silk hair was dyed silver-white from the roots, fluttering in the wind.
“Butterfly Bloom · Blood Pact.”
Crimson butterflies swarmed around her. The gentle blue pupils on her small face were gone, replaced by a bloody hue…
“…”
At this moment, a black solid phantom appeared behind the Butterfly Girl, wearing a black hooded cap. As her silver hair cascaded down, a glimpse of her face, so similar to Bairnis, revealed a hint of madness.
The phantom stepped forward, placing its hand on the other side of the scythe…
Having inherited from her sister during their time at White Eagle Strait, Bairnis could use her sister’s skills to some extent, though not very smoothly, requiring incantations.
“Iaido.”
The Middle-aged Ferryman attempted to turn himself over. In the sky, Feng’s figure reappeared, his saber’s killing intent slashing down. From a distance, the saber light appeared to be over sixty feet long, and the accompanying aura directly pressed a concavity into the ground.
The mere tremor of the ground caused many students to lose their footing. It was conceivable that even an intermediate War God, without protection, would be on the verge of disintegration if hit by this blow.
“She is definitely more than just an ordinary Priest. If the charged energy hits me, I will surely perish…”
The sudden surprise attack made the Middle-aged Ferryman’s face change drastically. He immediately swung his dagger, unleashing several cold glints. Using the dagger’s impact, he pushed against the encroaching force behind him, escaping the range of the Iaido, and thought to himself:
“I need to activate the Alchemy Array quickly.”
In the next second, Feng’s leaf slashes, carrying waves of saber energy, crashed down but achieved nothing.
Feng was not surprised by this; his attack was merely to force a position. The ghost fire in his eyes flickered, his feet lifted off the ground, and he shot forward. His broad saber formed a long line in the air.
“Bam bam bam!!!”
In an instant, his figure approached the Middle-aged Ferryman like a ghost. He then swung his broad saber rhythmically. The broad saber and the dagger continuously clashed, sending waves of energy smashing into the surrounding trees.
“Everyone, run!”
Below, Guan and Zhou’s teams raised their energy shields to carry away students who had lost their mobility. The surging energy waves hitting the shields made sounds like drumming.
“If only I had the ability of a teacher.”
During this time, Guan Xiaorong looked up again at the silver-haired girl with her hair scattered. Her eyes revealed a yearning; this was true strength.
“Stop spacing out! While they’re locked in combat, let’s quickly take the injured students away.”
As she was lost in thought, her arm was suddenly grabbed, and a voice pierced her eardrums. The voice seemed somewhat blurred in the echo of the wind, but the hand holding her was gentle yet powerful.
Gazing dazedly at the Class Leader, whose twin ponytails swayed up and down, Guan Xiaorong read the word “responsibility” on her face, perhaps the true meaning of being a Class Leader.
“Okay!”
She quickly nodded and rushed to the front, lifting several “vanguard” members of Class A onto her back and transporting them to safety.
While they were moving the students, Bairnis finally finished charging her power. Crimson light surged in her eyes, and with the phantom behind her, she pressed down on the scythe handle, her arms trembling violently as she let out a low growl and swung forward.
“Butterfly Bloom · Death Rattle.”
Bloody light erupted from the scythe blade. Suddenly, a gigantic, dark red slash was spat out from the blade, striking the two figures battling in mid-air at an extremely rapid pace.
“Feng!”
If observed closely, the slash could be seen to be composed of enraged butterflies. These butterflies were much more violent than Bairnis’s usual butterflies, even more than double their size—seemingly a different kind of butterfly.
“You’re still fighting me? Are you tired of living?”
Feeling the slash, the Middle-aged Ferryman’s scalp tingled. He wanted to break free from Feng, but the latter clung to him like a stubborn stain, like a death-defying ghoul.
Where was the self-preservation instinct of a War God?
Feng remained silent, continuing his offense, for he truly feared no death.
“This is the only way.”
The Middle-aged Ferryman’s pupils trembled. He quickly fumbled in his chest, pulling out something that resembled a scarecrow. With a pained expression on his face, he yanked the red string on it…
Under the tense gazes of countless people both inside and outside the screen, the slash shot forward like a stream of light, finally covering the figures of the two at about ten meters from the ground, cutting through them like harvesting wheat.
“Chii—”
A massive roar reverberated throughout the open grassland at this moment. The blood-red light seemed to pierce through the entire black sky, striking terror into the hearts of all.
“Boom!”
After the huge explosion came energy ripples, like a volcanic eruption. The slash did not stop but crashed into the distant “sky.” At the point of impact, the sky cracked like a spiderweb, and several white fragments fell to the ground.
Following that, external light streamed down through the gaps, resembling incandescent lights, emanating a cold white glow, but within this space, it felt inexplicably warm.
“We won?! We’re saved!”
Seeing this scene, almost all the students were stunned, then cheered, their gazes falling on the center. They saw that the young girl had withdrawn from her powered state, breathing heavily; her white hair had reverted to its green silk state.
However, there was no cheer from the outside world; it was practically lifeless. The Old Man slowly stood up, a crescent bow appearing in his hand at some point, because in the video transmitted by the cameraman elf…
“Quick…”
Bairnis panted, her fangs exposed, her pale blue eyes fixed ahead. Her strength had not yet returned to the level of a Duke. Using her sister’s power was extremely strenuous.
“Quick?” Many students were confused.
“Run!”
She let out another breath, her gaze fixed on the center. She saw a broken figure, tattered and torn, with a bloody gash across its stomach, staggering until it leaned against the Alchemy Pillar for support.
“Hahaha, to force me to this extent, you’re good.”
Ignoring the other party, Bairnis leaned on her scythe. Suddenly, she turned her head to look behind her. A gentle smile appeared on her tired face.
“However, you never considered why I gathered so many people here.”
Without further ado, the Middle-aged Ferryman sneered and shoved hard. The Alchemy Pillar shot into the sky. A golden beam of light, more than half a meter wide, erupted towards the sky, falling like fireworks and spreading wildly in all directions.
“The game is over, the sacrifice is activated. The gods will harvest their foolish believers and bring your impure souls into the divine kingdom.”
The light spread rapidly like a protective umbrella, forming a golden barrier that encompassed almost the entire center area in an instant. Within the barrier, everyone felt an inexplicable discomfort.
“Dong!”
A golden vortex appeared in mid-air. A strange aroma emanated from within. A large hand, previously seen, stretched out from it, emitting a buzzing sound that translated into understandable meaning—
[Rebels shall be punished by being devoured…]
However, this hand appeared unnaturally illusory, as if malnourished.
The Middle-aged Ferryman in the center straightened up as if injected with a stimulant. Extending his hands like a dejected student, he laughed heartily:
“In this Five Elements Divine Altar, even an Arrester-level cultivator would find it difficult to break through quickly. Welcome death.”
Even if an Arrester came, as long as he completed the ritual and left with the divine phantom, he would be perfectly fine.
“Did someone disrupt the ritual?”
Then, after a few seconds, he suddenly realized something. Anger flashed in his eyes, and he glared towards the north, where a beam of light had just shot out…
“It’s you?!”
Glancing at the illusory divine phantom, he looked down at Bairnis’s position, his eyelids twitching wildly. The killing intent in his eyes was almost uncontrollable. He tightened his grip on his dagger, sneered, and lunged towards her.
“Since you like meddling, I’ll deal with you first.”
Seeing the Ferryman’s action, Zhou Zhizhi and the others’ faces changed drastically, and many students turned pale. Even with such strong support, they could not be saved?
The dagger magnified in her pale blue eyes, but the girl maintained a smile. As her green silk hair fluttered, she reached out to the left.
“Chiii!”
“Quick, dodge!”
Many parents thought Bairnis had given up struggling and shouted loudly, trying to wake up this sole support through the screen. However, she maintained a smile, her lips moving slightly:
“Miss, you’re too slow.”
At the critical moment, her body transformed into a white light, and a more magnificent scythe appeared in everyone’s sight. As everyone was confused, a few raven feathers fluttered down.
On the raven feathers were flowing silver strands.
