Chapter 803 Blood Stains the Sky (9)
“What’s going on?”
The commotion sent a tremor through Zichuan’s heart. He lowered his gaze, staring intently at the sea below. Within the red tide, a power that made even an Awakened feel a chill was continuously being generated.
Squinting, he followed the red currents and seemed to suddenly understand something, his hand trembling…
A few seconds later, he looked up again, his eyes falling on the calm, masked youth before him. He instinctively took a step back and asked in a deep voice,
“Setting up such a massive formation, what exactly do you want to do?!”
“We have an old score to settle.”
Bai Ya’s voice was light, like a falling feather, but everyone could sense a long-suppressed aura in his tone, released in that instant.
“Bang!”
The next moment, under the watch of all the cult members, he stepped on air, his body transforming into a red line, flashing forward. The sound of wind explosions that hurt the ears accompanied his path.
“You’re not even pretending anymore, are you?”
Zichuan sneered, his eyes carrying a hint of coldness as he looked at the charging red silhouette. A black whirlwind surged around him, summoning a dark, black armor. The chest of the armor bore a pair of bright fangs.
At the same time, a dagger materialized in his palm. It was inscribed with the Western cannibal demon, and its back was adorned with an icy serration, exuding a chilling black mist.
Dual beast pets transformed against dual beast pets transformed.
“I always felt there was something fishy about you betraying the Night Watchers nineteen years ago.”
As Bai Ya was about to approach within a meter of him, Zichuan made his move. His wrist rubbed against the dagger, producing a metallic sound, his eyes were cold, and his pupils reflected black law-like halos.
“Whoosh!”
His body, like paper fluttering from a tall building, drifted and flickered, and in an instant, he crossed paths with the charging red figure.
Mid-air, only a “white line” could be seen flickering down from the night.
At the moment of their clash, Zichuan dodged to the side, evading the white sword light that was falling in front of him. The dagger in his hand quickly swept horizontally, spitting out several black sword qi from the blade, cutting towards Bai Ya’s neck.
Bai Ya’s pupils reflected the gleam of the blade, but he showed no fear…
The black sword in his other hand swept across, and with a “ding!” sound, small sparks flew. Those sword qi strands snapped like fries, unable to block the advance of the black sword!
“Is the Elegy of the Night Watchers this strong?”
Feeling the deterrent power of the black sword, Zichuan’s eyes narrowed. His body transformed into a black afterimage, continuing to flicker in the air…
Awakened are called Awakened.
It is because they have, step by step, forged their own path of laws. Relatively speaking, half-Awakened have only walked half the way. Whether it’s basic attributes or the inherent properties of laws, the gap between the two is huge.
The gap between them is like that between a half-Awakened and a high-level War God. The latter has perfected their own laws and belongs to the “awaiting-Awakened” who have not yet forged their own path.
And it seemed Bai Ya had directly ignored this, using a half-Awakened state to counter him…
“Zichuan, you’ve been holed up for too long, is this all you’ve got?”
With a faint smile, Bai Ya suddenly twisted, his right hand swinging the white sword behind him, which collided with the dagger. Sparks flew, illuminating both their faces…
Beneath the dark night, shadows and indifference intertwined like fate.
“His basic attributes are too high, I can only suppress him with laws!”
Feeling the immense force transmitted to his arm, the law-like halos in Zichuan’s eyes began to spin. Black mist continuously surged outwards from his body, forming bat-like wings.
At this moment, Zichuan’s mouth also grew a pair of fangs, making him resemble the red-skinned alien in the sky…
Simultaneously, the power in his hand rapidly escalated, transforming from being suppressed to suppressing the opponent in less than a second.
The moment he pushed the latter back, his body flipped halfway. His armored knees bent, and he charged forward, leaving a black arc in the night.
The arc was enveloped in dense black mist, which seemed capable of corroding everything it touched. This was one of the uses of laws amplified into external qi.
With a crisp “bang,” his knee directly struck the sweeping black sword. As they collided, waves of energy spread out, and the pervasive black mist on the armor began to gnaw at the sword body.
Just as the black mist was about to spread like a persistent maggot, a dazzling golden light emanated from the black sword, resisting the black mist.
Brilliant light flickered in the night sky, and the intense heat of their collision caused the space to distort slightly.
This was not just a pure contest of strength, but also a contest of laws.
With a sudden surge of power, the black sword was repelled with a “boom!” Using the recoil from their clash, Zichuan once again created distance. The black light on his dagger intensified.
His mutated state was even more pronounced: red face with fangs, large wings, eyes like red orbs emitting a strange light, completely transformed into a demonic form.
His attributes had also received a certain degree of amplification, comparable to the first level of Elegy. His power significantly increased from just reaching the Awakened level, momentarily suppressing Bai Ya.
“Lord Zichuan has used the blessings of the Lord of the Gods!”
“Heh heh, Red-robed Bai Ya chose to believe in the [Blood] tribe, which is like an empty shell. [Elegy] is his last resort.”
“The Lord of the Gods is about to appear, no matter how capable Bai Ya is, he’s just struggling on his deathbed.”
After Zichuan activated his transformation, those who were pushed back by the battle between the two couldn’t help but shout loudly. However, they only dared to shout from a distance; they wouldn’t dare to intervene in the battle.
“Five…”
Bai Ya held his swords with both hands, looking up at the demonic figure not far away, his eyes narrowed. He silently counted the numbers. He could sense the powerful energy contained within this body, but…
His gaze inadvertently swept downwards, and the red tide surged more violently, as if something was about to arrive.
“Four.”
Bai Ya gripped his double swords tightly, then stamped forward heavily. An explosion of energy erupted from his feet, and he once again became an afterimage.
The red-eyed Zichuan watched the red afterimage shooting towards him. In his mutated state, Zichuan let out a strange laugh. The dagger in his hand enlarged into something resembling a claw. The sound of wings beating filled the air, but his figure disappeared from its original position.
“Clang clang clang!!!”
Black and white lines clashed with black lines. In a few breaths, they exchanged dozens of blows, their sounds like thunder, accompanied by starlight remnants blooming in the night sky, releasing powerful gusts of wind that made many cult members spit out a mouthful of blood mist.
“Bang!”
Just as everyone thought it would go on for a long time, a bloody figure was sent flying out under their gaze. As the airwaves subsided, Bai Ya appeared, crossing his double swords in front of his chest.
“Heh heh, Bai Ya, without divine blessings, you’re no match for me! All these years of planning couldn’t overcome true, solid strength.”
The other demonic figure, Zichuan, did not rush forward to finish him off. A smile appeared on his monstrous face. He knew very well that he had won.
He had been avoiding Bai Ya these years precisely because he was afraid of Bai Ya coming to trouble him and cornering him.
Looking back now, it was completely unnecessary.
“One.”
However, Bai Ya ignored this, calmly reciting the mysterious, magical numbers…
“What do you mean?”
Hearing the numbers from the other party, Zichuan felt an ominous premonition. He couldn’t help but look at the formation below. Theoretically, as long as he didn’t step into it, shouldn’t it…
Moreover, the formation showed no signs of abnormality.
“Look, the seawater…” Suddenly, someone exclaimed, pointing at the sea below, “It’s all lit up! It’s like something ignited the entire ocean!!”
“Amplification formation?”
Zichuan was confused. He looked too, only to see dense red energy converging towards the island. The next moment, the special symbols he had seen before suddenly lit up, spraying a beam of bloody light towards the sky.
The beam transformed into a blood dragon, soaring forward…
“Zero!”
Bai Ya softly uttered the final countdown, slowly lowering his double swords. The blood dragon pierced through his body, causing his hair to grow longer and turn scarlet. His aura also skyrocketed.
From being suppressed by Zichuan at first, he instantly reversed the situation. His immense power made the cult members feel rooted to the spot, barely daring to breathe.
He directly reached the mid-stage of the Awakened level!
“Bai Ya, what exactly are you trying to do?!”
Zichuan looked at the red-haired youth before him, his smile chilling him to the bone. He couldn’t help but step back a bit…
However, it hadn’t stopped yet. The red-haired youth’s aura continued to rise, only slightly slowing down when it reached the late stage of the Awakened, finally stabilizing just a sliver away from the peak Awakened.
“Even if you defeat me, what does it matter? When the Lord of the Gods arrives…”
Upon hearing this, Zichuan spoke in a low voice. A rare look of fear appeared on his demonic face. Suddenly, he noticed the figure before him move.
Just as he was about to dodge, a chill suddenly surged through his skin. He abruptly turned his head, and the red-haired youth, like a ghost, appeared behind him.
The red-haired youth tilted his head slightly, revealing his indifferent eyes beneath the mask. At this moment, he held a sword in each hand, converging towards the center, accompanied by a terrifying gust of wind, his speed exceptionally fast.
“Twenty years have passed, it’s time for an outcome.”
Bloody rain dyed the sky red. Sword qi crushed Zichuan’s physical body and his beast pets. Only fragments drifted down…
Thunder rumbled across the sky, accompanied by a light rain containing external qi. When an Awakened dies, their laws return to nature, causing certain anomalies.
The youth did not hesitate and continued to “clean up” the observing cult members of the Ancient God Sect, essentially killing them with one strike each. The blood mist stained the sky.
However, the true mastermind was not Zichuan. After cleaning up the lesser followers, Bai Ya’s gaze shifted towards the sky, where a pair of enormous blood-red eyes were looking at him with interest:
“Human, are you interested in replacing him as my earthly enforcer?”
