The Demon Swordsman 3
Ch. 87 - Prison Light
Ye Long destroyed all the tents and buildings, burning one place into a sea of fire. His rampage caused an unexpected destruction, the oil-filled barrel exploded in the storage warehouse. Spitting fire into the forests. The fire spread faster as the storm winds blew, raising the fiery turmoil.
In the middle of the night's battle, a young man with dark black eyes stood with his sword. It is like Yin and Yang. His eyes were black as if a murderer had just woken up. The glow of light from the robe and its strength was inversely proportional to its figure.
All this time, he was always followed by light. Someone once said that his steps were almost without a shadow. Its straight and clean stance is a role model of white warriors.
The white has been inked black. Until finally, the figure of Xin Zhan who was so admired for his firm stance changed.
Regret was implied in the look of his eyes. But all that was lost when he imagined his sister fighting alone in a hell called the Valley of the Gods. He had already failed to obtain Yan She. At least he had to smash the mastermind's head from this war.
The whole place has been searched without a single mistake. But what he got was only the warriors of the anchovy class, scattered in the way. And when Xin Zhan realized, on the muddy ground he saw the former footprints of a horse. From the footsteps of the horse that was so wide, it had already explained how they had hurried away from the headquarters.
Xin Zhan is late. Again, disappointed in his face was obvious, his body was really tired of fighting for something that was always out of the grasp of his hands.
In the end, Xin Zhan got nothing.
In addition to the destruction of the Four Surveillance Units of the Qing Empire. Total destruction, not only lives but also places flattened with the ground.
Ye Long is back. Seeing Xin Zhan crouching with his head leaning against the sword he had thrust on the ground. It was sad and dissolved in despair.
He can't even remember if he came here alone or brought a friend. Mind destroyed. Imagining the fire in the Valley of the Gods would wipe out his sister.
The black eyes that were previously full of murderous desires started to tear up, a small voice came from Xin Zhan.
"Come, buddy. It's not time to whine. Do that when your mother's carrying." Ye Long tried to comfort even though his joke sounded painful in Xin Zhan's ears.
"How can I go back without bringing anything?"
Ye Long did not really understand human feelings. He thought a few words while rolling his eyes.
"Your body is better. You're ready to fight on the employer's side. That alone is more than enough for that damn employer."
Three seconds into thinking, Xin Zhan drew out his sword while standing straight.
"We're back. With or without results. I can't wait any longer to get back to my sister."
"You miss, huh?"
Xin Zhan did not reply even though Ye Long was mocking him behind his back. The unrest in his heart was far more important than ignoring the ugly dragon.
"Gathering the remaining Four Surveillance Units would probably be better than expecting the troops the Empire sent."
Ye Long nodded. "Totally agree."
The two stared at each other.
"Now what?"
Silent for a moment. Xin Zhan seemed to remember something but somehow because when the battle hit his head, "We're leaving now."
"You forgot you brought two salted fish here. Will you send the two men to be buried with the bodies of the enemy?"
"really?"
"Kan. Memory loss. You're like you've just been possessed, killed like my master. Now dazed. Oh, forget those two salted fish."
Ye Long's wings were flapped wide and they immediately left the headquarters. The two people inside the forest who were still searching were surprised to see the black shadow they knew was Ye Long passing by.
"HOIII! WHY WAS IT LEFT LIKE THIS!? HEYHIIY!"
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The bright light that formed resembled a tube and radiated from the earth to the sky was instantly fed by a gigantic black power. At first glance, it looks like an octopus trapped in a shell and trying to get out with its legs. Same with what was seen at the time.
The black ropes tried to get out but the light killed the darkness until it was reduced to dust. It continued to happen over and over again until the black power within the man's body was exhausted.
But everything is not so smooth. The black ropes were so strong that some of them were able to reach where Xin Chen was and attack him from various sides. The end of the rope was sharp, capable of injuring Xin Chen. Even worse if he gets wrapped up.
While he was holding Xin Fai back from the prison of light, the War God Spirit again came out revealing itself as it felt the strength in Xin Chen's body begin to stabilize. Sure enough, the blue Flame Flower on his forehead lit up absorbing the entire energy in the Valley of the Gods.
Especially from the blue flames belonging to the Dark Dragon which emitted great power. He can absorb it and make it his strength. Not with the Dark Dragon.
The Dark Dragon that was about to attack Xin Chen was blocked just like that by the War God Spirit who was then putting on a satisfied grin.
"Well, how many minutes have I missed you."
A moment the War God Spirit looked back. "We're almost there, son. Hang in."
A glimmer of hope appeared. If it wasn't for Fu Hua it might have been completely unhelpful. He had not expected that the girl who looked like a spoiled brat would even dare to walk on the flames and oppose the demons rampaging within.
"A crazy girl. Just like that kid. Eleven twelve."
Fu Hua retreated when Xin Chen told her to go as far as possible or else the black rope would have eliminated her.
Not wanting to be silent, Fu Hua walked away to a place where from a distance he could see the figure of a blue dragon that was stranded just above the mainland. The water that protected his body had been boiling by the heat of the temperature. And actually even then, Fu Hua only had 2 minutes before his armor melted like a candle that burned fire.
His stomach hurts. Along the way blood spilled from his stomach until the trail of blood increased a lot as time went on. Fu Hua ignored her and insisted on going to Shui's place.
But it feels like the journey so far will not have time for two minutes that are so short. Fu Hua gasped for breath, his hand still pressing on the part of his stomach that was leaked by the puncture earlier. His eyes were staring ahead.
Until his body was about to collapse. He realized something was holding him back. But this time it's different. The hand is like a stealth hand with red feathers.
"A-you-? Huo Rong ...?"
"You brought something for my friend, didn't you?"
"What about the battle behind?"
"Calm down. Grandpa smelled of dirt was taking care of that charred lizard. Trust him."
"alright. I don't have much time. Can you please take me to the Water Dragon? And I also brought a message for you."
"I expected it."
Huo Rong carried Fu Hua with a step that was ten times faster than an ordinary human. Until they arrived at Shui's body which was completely motionless.
"Si Sepuh Yan She has always been very interested in the world of demons. No wonder the potions he created were mostly related to potions for the demons." Huo Rong said that when Fu Hua dripped the potion that Yan She had given in a jug into Shui's mouth.
"You two seem so close."
"really. If we were both close. Death is near too. You know, we fight a lot. Even just because I killed ants."
Fu Hua retreated, looking at Shui's reaction while responding. "Drug expert Yan She apologized because when you were down she just left and was not by your side. That's the only message before he's gone."