It is said that on hot and stuffy days, sudden changes in the weather often herald thunderstorms.
Thunder serpents darted through the sky, and lightning split cracks in the thick dark clouds.
“Boom—”
Thunder rumbled across the land, unleashing the might of nature. The piled-up clouds seem to bridge the gap between the sky and earth, their pressure suffocating people and instilling a sense of inexplicable awe from the depths of their hearts.
Meanwhile, on this forgotten land, the sound of metal clashing fiercely continued uninterrupted.
Wang Xiaomie’s eyes widened almost uncontrollably, and he stared with his mouth agape at the scene outside the door, where Wen Fengjin and the one-eyed puppets were engaged in a fierce battle in the village square.
Today, Wen Fengjin wore a robe of crimson and black, with snow-white silver hair cascading down his back. Even on this overcast day, each strand of hair seemed to emit a faint glow.
His face, with eyebrows merging into his temples and long, narrow eyes, was as cold as frost. A vivid red pattern adorned his forehead. Despite his handsome appearance, there was a ruthless and decisive aura of malice emanating from him!
The black-red wide-sleeved robe fluttered as he turned and wielded his sword, his movements changing and forceful, like fireworks bursting between the dim heavens and earth.
Ferocious, beautiful, bloodthirsty.
The Wen Fengjin who once smiled lightly, with his clothes open and leaning against the acacia tree drinking wine, turned out to be like this…
Wang Xiaomie was stunned.
The icy hand that gently touched his hair gripped the sword hilt, and wherever the blade passed seemed to be able to cut through intangible things. The slender edge could cut into people’s eyes.
The soft sword became a snake with a gaping maw and deadly fangs in the hands of the Demon Lord!
The head of the one-eyed puppet flew into the sky, and blue blood splattered everywhere. He didn’t know how it managed to do it, but it was still twitching and struggling to get up, only to be crushed by the gilded black boot on its chest the next second.
His long and narrow eyes, as cold as a blade, darted towards another target in the next moment.
Drinking wine and discussing the world in his spare time, wielding a sword to dominate the four corners once he took action.
This is the man who emerged from suffering, dominating the world!
His eyes seemed to be filled with a magnificent ferocity, and Wang Xiaomie watched Wen Fengjin’s figure, feeling something burning and fiery within him! It was an excitement that trembled through his body.
Adorned in golden armor, An Xie was like a one man army, exuding an aura of invincibility! The pitch-black, unadorned long spear in his hand became a divine weapon capable of moving mountains and rivers, and holding off ten thousand men!
He laughed heartily, his fighting spirit piercing through the clouds. Facing the terrifying, swarming one-eyed puppets and weapons that could cleave a person in two, he agilely dodged with a backward lean, then swiftly swung his arm around his waist, the sound of breaking air accompanied by a cold gleam and a swish, sweeping a half-circle with lingering afterimages!
The pile of puppets paused in motion, and suddenly, a huge gash burst open in their abdomens, spewing blue blood. Seizing this moment, An Xie’s long spear picked them off one by one in a second!
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The weather was turbulent, as if a storm was about to break. The dazzling cold light and the ruthless slaughter of hundreds made people’s skin crawl, their hearts pounding like thunder, their blood boiling!
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Wang Xiaomie: …Honestly, my man is too handsome!
Even Little Purple Hair quieted down upon hearing An Xie’s voice, emitting only vague roars and clicking sounds from its mouth.
Its demeanor surprisingly resembled anticipation.
Wang Xiaomie was momentarily stunned. He thought Little Purple Hair must surely hate An Xie, wishing for something bad to happen to him. But unexpectedly, it seemed to genuinely care about An Xie.
“Bai Yu, did you see clearly?”
Calm and composed, almost serene, Yi Yan turned his head to ask Bai Yu.
“Hm.”
Bai Yu snapped back to attention at his call, evidently also stunned by the almost one-sided and ferocious battle just now.
“These are figures that have been renowned throughout history for thousands of years.”
Yi Yan’s smile faded. “If they were ordinary people, I would only admire them. But now, they are already deceased. Once their minds become confused, they’ll harm humans. If we don’t stop them, how many families will be broken apart?”
“I know you are dissatisfied with what I have done, thinking that I am no different from those murderers and superfluous people, but Bai Yu, after witnessing their combat prowess, aren’t you afraid? Don’t you wonder what would happen if you stood before them? Would they show you mercy? Would you be able to defeat them?”
Bai Yu hung his head and turned his face away, continuing to look outside without answering, and Yi Yan didn’t force him.
Seeing that the battle outside was almost over, Yi Yan said to Xiao An, who was holding a magic wand, “Go, Xiao An, give it a try.”
“Okay.”
Xiao An’s delicate face showed little expression as she obediently nodded and waved the wand, which was as tall as her, and rushed forward.
And Wang Xiaomie distinctly heard a sound of wind as she swung the wand just once!
…How heavy is that magic wand anyway? Wang Xiaomie gulped.
Xiao An truly lived up to being once called Yi Yan’s “greatest masterpiece” (though Yi Yan intended to make him the greatest masterpiece later on) from the moment she joined the puppet army.
Wang Xiaomie now clearly understood the difference between cannon fodder and a Midboss.
Originally, Wen Fengjin and An Xie were handling the one-eyed puppets, which felt no pain and showed no fear, quite competently, despite the puppets wielding specially crafted weapons.
They were more suited to dealing with An Xie, a zombie, but An Xie was very agile, able to dodge most blades, and Wen Fengjin, being an undead person who had consumed an elixir, wasn’t exactly a zombie either. Even if weapons struck him, it mostly only had a physical effect, not to mention Wen Fengjin’s body could self-heal.
So after a bloody battle, the ground was strewn with puppet limbs, heads, organs, and blue blood. The material of these puppets was unknown, looking almost identical to human flesh and blood.
The sight of fresh blood and flesh made Wang Xiaomie grimace and turn pale, nearly vomiting.
He averted his gaze from the ground and raised it slightly. Xiao An moved gracefully, like an agile feline, wielding the magic wand to aim at An Xie’s head as if to crack it like a melon in a finishing blow, while completely ignoring Wen Fengjin beside her.
“Tsk!”
An Xie kicked away the one-eyed puppet pouncing on him, raised his spear to block the pink magic wand descending from above.
“Clang!”
The heavy sound of metal and ebony colliding echoed as An Xie’s hand numbed slightly, almost failing to hold the spear.
“The little girl is quite strong!”
An Xie gritted his teeth and laughed fiercely like a wolf for a moment, forcefully swinging the spear, while Xiao An remained expressionless, effortlessly hopping back to the ground.
Several one-eyed puppets silently made way for her, immediately turning their attention to attack Wen Fengjin.
An Xie locked eyes with her.
With just a blink, the two of them were entangled in combat once again.
In Wang Xiaomie’s view, their movements were lightning-fast, their weapons creating pink and black afterimages, continuously clashing together with a “clang clang clang” sound.
It was dazzling, as if they were moving at twice the speed.
After a few minutes, the golden and blue figures each bounced backward.
The clothing on Xiao An’s shoulder tore open, revealing a half-palm-wide gash inside, from which blue blood oozed out. There was also a shallow bloodstain on her neck. The injuries in such lethal positions indicated how perilous the situation had been just now.
However, Xiao An showed no sign of pain on her delicate face. She gripped the pink elongated “magic wand” with her soft hand, her inorganic eyes fixed on An Xie.
An Xie couldn’t be considered to have the upper hand either.
He was clad in golden armor from head to toe, so Wang Xiaomie couldn’t see any injuries on the surface. However, while fighting Xiao An, he also had to deal with the one-eyed puppets trying to kill him amidst the chaos.
His legs, without the protection of armor, were slashed, and due to the weapons’ restraining effect, white smoke rose from his wounded areas, as if scalded by boiling water.
An Xie looked at the young girl across from him, his eyes dark, his expression serious. Although he didn’t falter in the slightest, he knew that the girl opposite him possessed strength comparable to that of a Drought Demon, albeit limited to physical power alone.
If she were to cooperate with other one-eyed puppets, it would be terrifying.
Quietly swallowing a mouthful of thick blood, with crimson and silver flashes at the corners of his eyes, An Xie’s mouth twitched as he looked towards Wen Fengjin, who was elegantly slaughtering beside him, unable to help but complain.
“I say… Why is this little girl fixating on me? And why haven’t these one-eyed puppets been completely dealt with yet? Senior Wen, you wouldn’t be holding back, would you?”
And your wife became a captive and received preferential treatment, while my wife became a captive and is stuffed in a sack?
Wen Fengjin suddenly stopped, his silver long hair and crimson robe swirling in a breathtaking arc, the soft sword in his hand trembling slightly.
At the mention, he smirked, his narrow eyes squinting.
“Spearmen have always had Luck E. Haven’t you heard of that?”
An Xie: “…” Luck one? One what? What's this damned one?
Wen Fengjin’s smile widened, and for some reason, An Xie felt as if he was being mocked.
In the next moment, Wen Fengjin appeared before him in a flash. The air around them became even more oppressive, as if an invisible force weighed heavily upon them, slowing down the movements of the surrounding puppets.
Even Xiao An across from them tightened her grip on the “magic wand,” and her body seemed to bend down slowly as if under the weight of a mountain, unable to move.
Watching this scene, An Xie widened his eyes, and with a swing of his spear, he exclaimed, “Even non-humans are affected by the pressure?”
An Xie frowned and also tried exerting pressure. The air became suffused with a bloody smell, and oppression unique to a Drought Demon surged out, but there was no change in the surrounding puppets. Their golden weapons emitted a buzzing sound, evidently restraining the Drought Demon’s power.
“Is mine useless?”
It seemed that these puppets and weapons were indeed very effective in suppressing zombies, but the power of elixirs didn’t belong to evil, so they couldn’t resist?
An Xie sighed and took out a pill, swallowing it. The injuries on his chest and elsewhere began to heal.
“If you have such a method, you should have used it earlier~ Senior Wen really…”
“There are limitations to this.”
Wen Fengjin interrupted him, his eyes glowing crimson due to the use of power. “This power has certain time and usage limits. While controlling others, my own mobility will also decrease. Moreover, Yi Yan can move under my pressure. An Xie, kill her!”
“Alright then~”
With a swing of his spear, An Xie smiled and rushed towards the temporarily immobilized Xiao An!
