That nuée ardente started raining down torrential sparks.
The blue sparks rained like cats and dogs.
The droplets landed on the ground, instantly creating a hole on the bluestone slab. The blue sparks continued to burn as they permeated the soil, burning a continuous downward tunnel that extended like it wanted to burn through to the other side of the Earth.
Xing Hechou, who was directly facing the sparks, could not avoid them in time. Before he was submerged, however, a figure bathed in golden light dashed into the rain and sprinted toward Xing Hechou.
The beautiful young man called Hui Bing had transformed into a monster-muscled man. His body was so engorged that the gray robe he was wearing was ripping at the seams.
His arms spread out and extended upward, palms clasped above his head, his two middle fingers pointing toward the sky. With his palms as a core, the golden light started expanding, forming something akin to a huge golden bell that surrounded him.
[Skill Name: Golden Bell (3)]
[Category: Melee]
[Effects: Automatically blocks any external physical or power attacks]
[Consumption: Physical Points 20%]
[Learning Requirement: Strength more than or equal to 8, Intelligence more than or equal to 6, Perception more than or equal to 7]
[Remarks: Gold is impermeable and trains your heart and mind]
Hui Bing dashed into the rain with his golden bell, casually kicking the rubble on the ground and a bronze halberd embedded there toward Xing Hechou.
Xing Hechou caught the halberd and spun it high above his head, successfully blocking the sparks of the rain. He ran over to Hui Bing and the two of them were now secure under the golden bell.
Pitter-platter, pitter-platter. The rain fell on the bell, unable to pierce it, and simply flowed down its surface.
Wang Guan’s expression became ugly. “Die!”
He extended his palm, which concealed a talisman, toward Xing Hechou. Thunder started to congregate and a thunderstorm appeared inside the Hall of Great Strength.
Thunder Palm!
Swish…
Something pierced the air in the direction of Wang Guan’s forehead. Before he could question his decision, he lifted his Thunder Palm and blocked his forehead.
Boom!
An arrow embedded itself into Wang Guan’s palm. The Thunder Palm talisman exploded. Thunder roared and lightning struck, brightening the hall as though it was daytime.
The explosion caused a see-through hole to form in Wang Guan’s palm. One could see the other side through it.
“Ahhhhh!”
Wang Guan clenched his waist and looked up into the distance with a terrifying expression.
Liu Wudai, who was wearing nightwear, looked like an agile black cat. She squatted behind a pile of rubble, nicked the arrow, and pulled the bowstring taut under the moonlight.
The bow was a Hoyt hunting composite bow with an 85-pound draw-weight and a speed of 332 inches per second according to the IBO (International Bowhunters Organization) standards.
The arrow was an aluminum carbon composite hunting heavy arrow with a 300-degree archer’s paradox and 850 grains per inch.
Using the mechanism of modern technology, the Hoyt hunting composite bow could push the draw-weight to 90, 100, or even more pounds.
This was possible but unnecessary. After all, the composite bow of the 80-pound range could easily tear through the flesh and bones of any living organism, capable of hunting animals at the peak of the food chain like bears, lions, and elephants.
What could the bow of a higher draw-weight shoot then?
Liu Wudai’s answer to that question was ‘a demon’.
She nicked the arrow and pulled the bowstring taut. The compound wheel slid and the hunting heavy arrow flew toward Wang Guan once more with a clang.
The arrow point spiraled and the shaft trembled. An extremely thin thunder snake engulfed the arrow, increasing its speed and allowing it to rip through the air.
Wang Guan sensed a cold, foreign danger almost instantly, as though he was one step inside his coffin. This was a feeling he had not experienced in an extremely long time.
The previous time this had happened had been at the Nanzhili suburban execution ground, the moment the executioner had been about to swing the beheading sword down.
Wang Guan gave up his human shape without hesitation and transformed into a towering human-faced black ape. He was wearing a violet-gold robe, holding an alms bowl in one hand and a Vajrasaki in the other. He was neither a demon nor a Buddha.
The thick Vajrasaki blocked the arrow, causing the Vajrasaki to break and Wang Guan’s palms to rot off.
“Two rotten palms. Four strong enemies.”
The mandrill ignored its rotting palm and grinned wretchedly, bloodlust and violence written all over its face. “You people… Not bad.”
“Hold on! Four strong enemies?”
A voice interrupted the mandrill’s monologue. Li Ang lifted his hand like a student asking a question in the classroom. “Have you forgotten about me?”
“You?”
The mandrill’s aura stilled. It seemed to remember that this young man wearing a strange mask was the strategist representing this team. However, it felt that this man was the weakest of them all…
A harmless, unimportant worm.
The mandrill couldn’t care less about him. It bowed down and slammed the Vajrasaki in its hand at Xing Hechou. The ghosts outside the hall seemed to receive some instructions as they charged toward Li Ang.
Li Ang sighed and took out an ax and a dagger.
Compared to his teammates, the two arms he had purchased from Taobao looked quite miserable.
Fortunately, he possessed “plug-in equipment”.
Li Ang looked at the five ghosts charging in his direction and drawled, “Miss, it is time to get back to work.”
“Okay.”
An undetectable female voice spoke within him.
One, two, three… A total of eight limbs extended from Li Ang’s lumbar spine.
These slender, thin limbs looked like the limbs of a stick insect. They crouched down on the ground, elevating Li Ang’s body. From afar, he looked just like an eight-legged spider.
Upon witnessing this hair-raising scene, the five ghosts were frightened. This was actually ghastlier than them!
As a result, their speed slowed down. Before they could come to a stop, Li Ang waved his eight thin limbs in the air, running and arriving before them at a frightening speed.
The spider legs were lifted high in the air and chopped down!
A green-faced, buck-toothed ghost was sliced into two. Unable to speak, it spasmed on the ground.
The head of a beauty extended from Li Ang’s chest. Chai Cuiqiao’s neck was elongated like a snake’s and her lips pouted as she sucked them in the direction of the green-faced, buck-toothed ghost.
Slurp.
The green-faced, buck-toothed ghost was swallowed by Chai Cuiqiao. Her human face was distinct on her snake-like neck.
“Delicious (〃’▽’〃)”
Chai Cuiqiao licked her lips and blinked mischievously, looking innocent and cute.
“Ahhhhh!”
The remaining four ghosts almost peed from fright, losing all willpower to fight in an instant. They turned their heads and ran. The demons staying in the temple courtyard were frightened by this scene as well and ran away.
The foxes who had obtained the glass marbles from Li Ang hastily threw them aside and escaped from Solitary Temple with their families. When they looked back, they realized that some demons were still running around like headless flies in the courtyard.
After learning from Chai Cuiqiao’s experience as a ghost, the Illusion activated by the Cat’s Eye could deceive humans, ghosts, and even demons.
The merging of Li Ang and Chai Cuiqiao had combined the spiritual power of the two. With the aid of the Cat’s Eye, he had created a supernatural loop that enveloped the entire courtyard in a short time. The effect was equivalent to the equation 1+1=2.
“Why are you running away?”
Li Ang drawled as his spider legs and claws spliced the demons who had said that they had eaten humans during the banquet.
In the end, the thin limbs were hanging full of demons, like a grass stick piercing a stick full of wild strawberries. It was a spectacular sight.
“I haven’t eaten my fill in so long.”
Chai Cuiqiao muttered, lifted her limbs, and swallowed all the demons.
“Happy o(* ̄) ̄*)o”
This fantastical scene of humans and ghosts swallowing demons had a great psychological impact on the foxes outside the temple. Many small foxes trembled like leaves. Perhaps they would develop arachnophobia from then on.