508 Boiling Sea!
“Do you really believe you can escape us?”
“Wang Kun! We’ve been looking for you for a long time!”
A horde of demons bared their teeth and glared at Wang Kun as if they desired to devour him.
“How many members of my Kun Peng clan have you stealthily murdered? Today, you’ll pay with your own blood!” One demon, flapping his wings, lunged at Wang Kun.
“Kill that young man first! He’ll be an easy target!” In an instant, four demons surged toward Qin Huai with greater speed.
“Brother Qin, watch out! These demons have incredible powers. Consider the fifth-level bone pattern realm as the equivalent of the visceral prefecture realm.” Wang Kun let out a roar, leading the charge.
Boom!
A horrifying tremor detonated behind. Qin Huai glanced at Wang Kun, who was locked in combat with a powerful demon, hovering close to the blood sea’s clouds.
The Kun Peng clan was indeed impressive. A demon from the visceral prefecture realm was deeply engaged in a fierce battle with Wang Kun. Despite the latter’s small palm-sized wings, its speed was equally formidable.
“What are you looking at? Give up now!” A demon’s roar rang in his ears, its eyes gleaming with anticipation.
Then, Qin Huai spun around, his bright white eyes piercing directly into the demon’s heart.
Bang!
The demon’s vision became distorted, and the world flipped upside down. Soon, everything faded to black. All that was left were red and white fragments in the air, which quickly crystallized and plummeted into the blood sea.
From the other demons’ perspective, Qin Huai’s lightning-fast punch had instantaneously obliterated the head of the bone pattern realm demon.
Meanwhile, the pair of demons who were swooping in on Qin Huai abruptly stopped.
“You’re dead.” No sooner had Qin Huai spoken than they felt their bodies plunge. Two pairs of massive wings flapped but froze mid-flight. Qin Huai gripped them with both hands, and a devastating force detonated.
Qin Huai forced the two demons into the blood sea. After a brief moment, the two demons stopped moving.
Qin Huai put forth his strength, trying to extract the two demons from the blood sea. With a snap, he retracted his hands, now holding only a rapidly decaying feather. His hands weren’t spared either — they appeared as if they had been scalded, steaming.
“Were those two guys boiled to death?” Qin Huai muttered to himself. He began to seriously question the validity of Wang Kun’s words. Once removed from the blood sea, would the blood really become beneficial? What was the logic behind this…
The swift and brutal scene left many airborne demons stupefied.
“Who is this guy? Where did such a ferocious person come from?”
“Qin Huai… I’ve never heard this name before.”
The crowd exchanged glances and gazed at Qin Huai, who lay on the ground like a war god.
“Charge! Don’t be afraid! With that guy’s wings, how long can he last?” A one-eyed demon at the visceral prefecture realm stared down at Qin Huai, confidence obvious on his face as he keenly pinpointed Qin Huai’s vulnerability.
“Focus your attack on his wings,” he ordered. “Let him fall into the blood sea to become its nourishment!”
“Understood!”
With a distinct command, the spirits of the demons stirred once again. They launched themselves at Qin Huai, but this time, they avoided reckless close combat. Instead, they began to unleash wind blades formed by their wings, targeting Qin Huai’s wings from all angles.
“Hey, this is a guardian spirit item. Unless I get close, your wind blades won’t work on me,” Qin Huai taunted. He remained calm and composed as he faced the barrage of wind blades filling the sky like tidal waves.
The nine white dragons emerged from his body, forming a wind barrier around him, deflecting all the wind blades. Then, his attention shifted to Wang Kun, who was not far away.
The man wasn’t bluffing. Each of his moves was lethal. Engaged in a fierce battle with a visceral prefecture realm Kun Peng demon, he was drenched in blood. The fight’s outcome would likely be decided in a few more moves.
“It appears to be one of ours,” Qin Huai observed, as the battle gradually neared its end.
The demon, who had been suppressed all this while, roared, “Help me, you coward!”
In mid-air, another visceral prefecture realm demon pounced on Wang Kun.
Qin Huai’s feet stomped hard on the ground. The surrounding dragon energy exploded, scattering the wind blades and creating an instantaneous vacuum. At the same time, ripples appeared on the blood sea beneath him.
Flapping his wings, Qin Huai rocketed into the sky. Frost rapidly encased his wings, but he dismissed it.
A sharp howl ripped through the air and almost instantaneously struck Wang Kun. With a bang, the two fists met at Wang Kun’s back, only a meter apart. A dreadful force resonated in the air, slicing through the sea of clouds like the world’s sharpest blade.
Their eyes locked. The eyes of the demon flashed with shock. “Your strength is actually comparable to Wang Kun?”
“You’re mistaken,” Qin Huai corrected, just as his eyes emitted a dazzling white light and his hair turned snow-white.
A formidable power burst from his dantian like an erupting volcano. With another punch, he met the demon’s oncoming fist.
Bang!
Blood and flesh splattered. The twisted arm pointed upwards, distorting the demon’s expression.
“Ah! My hand!” With a flap of his wings, he rocketed into the sky at a speed that made Qin Huai’s pupils contract.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Qin Huai activated the bronze mountain and river diagram. In an instant, they both vanished.
The world seemed to turn upside down. The next moment, the visceral prefecture realm demon plummeted heavily onto the green grass.
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