Chapter 501: A Crisis More Terrifying Than Death
Xia Feng felt his consciousness being pulled, falling segment by segment into the abyss.
Below the abyss was an ocean of countless ghoul hands and flesh limbs intertwined, with human faces of all living beings surfacing from within, their lips curved into a uniform smile.
“Awaken.”
A clear, ethereal voice, like that from the Nine Heavens, came from afar.
A Purification Talisman surged into the back of Xia Feng’s head. He jolted, his black pupils regaining clarity, and his cold, solemn gaze swept across the snowfield.
“Swish—” The headless corpses on the snowfield moved with incredible speed. Their fleshy wings flapped as they charged from all directions directly towards the hill.
These monsters numbered in the tens of thousands, endless and boundless, their roars shaking the heavens.
Xia Feng’s mind buzzed again, his nerves twitching. An inexplicable sense of dread and despair welled up in his heart.
“These are mutated dragon corpses. The eyes on their wings, the sounds they emit, the smell they give off, and even the bites from their teeth will amplify your negative emotions.”
The will of the woman in the green dress echoed in Xia Feng’s mind. Xia Feng nodded and, without hesitation, chose to seal off his sight, smell, and hearing, plunging himself into complete darkness.
At the same time, he spoke in his heart, “Jiang Qiue, you take command.”
Jiang Qiue didn’t expect Xia Feng to trust her so completely. But then again, their resurrection methods weren’t very effective against the snowfield’s consciousness. Therefore, they had to set aside their differences and cooperate closely to avoid being assimilated by the snowfield’s will.
However, with the link of the Bee Swarm Will, the consciousness exchange between Xia Feng and Jiang Qiue was more than ten times faster than normal telepathic communication.
Xia Feng could clearly perceive the environmental descriptions provided by Jiang Qiue, as if she had become his eyes, giving him a panoramic view of his surroundings.
Eyes closed, head tilted, Xia Feng narrowly dodged the claw of a dragon corpse while simultaneously executing a whirlwind kick backward. The dragon corpse behind him shot backward like a cannonball for a hundred meters, knocking over all the monsters that had swarmed up the hill.
But more dragon corpses closed in on Xia Feng from all sides.
Xia Feng could see nothing, only following Jiang Qiue’s instructions, his figure darting left and right, his punches sending these dragon corpses flying.
“Xia Feng, is there any way to clear these severed hands on the light membrane?” Jiang Qiue’s voice echoed in his mind.
Xia Feng charged out of the monster horde. As he ran, he activated the Ghoul Hand Guanyin form. Instantly, with a massive consumption of mental power, a thousand arms identical to his right hand materialized in the air.
The Ghoul Hand Guanyin form was a spirit artifact obtained at Dong Sheng Fortress, proving to be quite practical. It could cooperate with the Excitation Ring and the Four Symbols Array to mark enemies, and it could perfectly inherit Xia Feng’s Strength and Agility values.
The drawback was that the materialized hands could only operate within a hundred-meter range, with a limit of a thousand at any given time. Each hand also consumed a large amount of mental power.
But it was enough.
In the space around Jiang Qiue, a battle of hands ensued. Xia Feng’s thousand right hands grabbed the pale, withered hands and crushed them with all their might.
With the aid of the Ghoul Hand Guanyin form, the saying “even the best fists are no match for four hands” didn’t apply to Xia Feng; he no longer feared being surrounded by monsters.
Xia Feng stood at the top of the hill, before the pale red light membrane, with a thousand hands floating behind him, holding his ground like a lone sentinel.
However, after an hour of this powerful display.
He began to show signs of fatigue.
The snowfield’s consciousness was not unintelligent; it directly ordered three dragon corpses to attack and restrain one of his hands. With a thousand hands, only three thousand dragon corpses were needed to barely control them.
Furthermore, these mutated dragon corpses had teeth growing on their smooth necks. Being bitten by them intensified negative emotions.
Jiang Qiue continuously created new Purification Talismans, which helped him maintain his sanity and clear negative emotions.
But there were simply too many of these dragon corpses, an endless stream. His clothes had completely disintegrated, revealing his robust and aesthetically pleasing physique. His arms, thighs, back muscles, and even his skull bore terrifying injuries from the dragon corpses’ bites.
Luckily, the Queen Bee’s teardrops not only produced the Bee Swarm Will but also endowed him with incredible self-healing abilities. Every time he was injured, even with severed limbs or a pierced forehead, he could recover in an instant.
However, this recovery required the consumption of honey.
Each self-healing process caused his bone age to regress slightly.
After another hour of persistence, his once tall physique had shrunk back to what it was in Willow Manor.
“Jiang Qiue, how much longer do we have to hold on?” his youthful voice asked earnestly in Jiang Qiue’s mind. “If this continues, I’ll have to return to the womb!”
Jiang Qiue looked at Xia Feng, who had regressed to his appearance from a few days prior, that familiar, adorable face.
If this reverse aging continued, he would die sooner or later.
Jiang Qiue’s ethereal, beautiful eyes remained calm. She pursed her lips, her expression indifferent. “You come back first, absorb from me.”
“…” Xia Feng didn’t expect Jiang Qiue to propose such a thing.
!
But it seemed logical. Since the honey supply was insufficient, replenishing it was the solution.
As long as he had enough honey, he could continue fighting until the sealed deity awakened.
Yet, now, he was not the Bee Swarm Will cultivated by Jiang Qiue, but her hated enemy, an evil man she swore to dismember!
After some thought, Xia Feng took out his dark golden Nascent Ten Sacred Bow. He drew the bow, and three arrows converged and shot out, forming three streams of light in the air that took on humanoid forms.
This was one of the abilities of the Nascent Ten Sacred Armor: the Holy Arrow Spirit Soldier.
Consuming mental power to release light arrows, these arrows could abandon their attack form and transform into humanoid figures. The more mental power consumed, the higher the Strength and Agility values of the humanoid figures.
Currently, he only had 30% of his mental power left. To conserve it, he only created three Level 5 Holy Arrow Spirit Soldiers, equivalent to the physical strength of a Pu Wu Rank 5, nearing True Martial level.
Facing the dragon corpse legion’s siege, this should hold them off for a while.
He positioned the Holy Arrow Spirit Soldiers outside the light membrane, with the thousand hands hovering in the air.
Xia Feng took a step forward, re-entering the barrier. Jiang Qiue subconsciously embraced him. He then released his sealed five senses, allowing his sense of smell, hearing, and sight to return.
His face buried itself in the soft, plump curves of her green dress. The comfortable sensation made Xia Feng pause for a moment before he looked up.
The woman’s immortal and cold face appeared before him. Her lightly furrowed brows were like distant mountains and clear lakes in a painting, detached from the mortal world, gazing down at him as if from the heavens.
Xia Feng’s black pupils were calm. He reached out and unbuttoned the first button of her collar, revealing a sacred, intricate green pattern etched between her delicate, rounded collarbones.
Xia Feng then proceeded to open the second and third buttons.
Jiang Qiue’s slender brows furrowed tighter and tighter. Her gaze at him was incredibly menacing.
Xia Feng felt a bone-chilling killing intent, his scalp tingling. But he simply smiled, said nothing, and continued to open the fourth button.
Thus, locking eyes with the ethereal gaze of the woman in the green dress, he roughly tore off her collar.
*Duang~duang~* From high above, the defensive net that had turned deep red, obstructing external vision, was struck again by the dragon corpses, causing vibrations.
Jiang Qiue clenched her fists. Although her brows were knit, her expression remained unchanged, her face cold, as if it had nothing to do with her.
