Chapter 633: 591 Return V
The surging thick smoke burst out from the blood mist, rising up.
From all directions of Cituogang Port, white pillars of smoke rising here could be seen.
"So... from beginning to end, there are actually only these two people here?" Zhang Rongfang, wrapped around by a blood python, was lifted up, seemingly flying in the air under the control of blood manipulation.
But in reality, he was still supported by the body of the blood python on the ground, not flying.
He looked at Canses, who was shouting loudly around.
His eyes flickered.
"Since there are only these two people.... then...."
’Then what are you hesitating for? Take advantage and strike!’ Bai Lin was also holding back anger, previously worried about being besieged by a group of top Spirit Generals.
Now, just these two??
’Indeed.’ Zhang Rongfang suddenly smiled.
Boom!!
In a flash, he disappeared from where he stood, turning into a blood shadow and appearing in front of Canses.
A single palm strike.
Boom!
A mass of blood mist exploded in mid-air, Canses couldn’t react at all. He tried to block, but his hand was only halfway up when his chest was already hit.
The massive impact made him feel like he was being hit frontally by a giant ship.
His vision immediately went black, plunging into darkness.
His entire body was dragged in a blood line through the air, crashing hard into the city street, exploding chunks of rubble and tiles.
Zhang Rongfang took a step forward, disappearing once more.
When he reappeared, he had crossed several hundred meters, once again arriving at Canses’ side.
A single palm strike.
Clang!
A sturdy silver-white arm suddenly lifted, blocking in front of him.
The arm collided with Zhang Rongfang’s palm, producing a loud noise.
But the opponent had clearly underestimated his explosive strength.
The silver-white arm immediately bent in the wrong direction, breaking.
The defender was also sent spinning, flying horizontally, crashing through several residential houses amidst thunderous noise.
"More people coming?"
Zhang Rongfang’s gaze turned toward the newcomer.
It was a tall woman clad in pale gold armor.
Her long golden hair flowed like tassels from the gaps in her helmet, reflecting a faint golden glow even in the dim weather.
"But, it’s meaningless."
He stepped forward, his silhouette vanishing again.
Canses, bleeding all over, lay on his back in a deep pit in the street, utterly powerless, struggling with difficulty.
"It’s the Holy War Star General!! No, she can’t possibly be a match for him alone!"
Though the Holy War Star General was somewhat stronger than them, possessing a special inherited divine artifact, but....
He suddenly used the last of his strength, squeezing the pocket watch in his hand.
Crack.
"In the name of God, bind!!"
Whoosh.
In mid-air, circles of white light ripples appeared in response.
These were not substantial white light, but rather special spiritual phenomena only visible to those possessing a Spirit Core or after divine worship.
In an instant, beams of white light descended from the sky, shooting out from the ripples, flying toward Zhang Rongfang.
At this moment, Zhang Rongfang’s form transitioned from virtual to real, appearing next to the pale gold-armored woman, his palm striking like lightning towards her neck.
Their exchange was incredibly fast. But more often, he attacked while she defended.
The woman couldn’t react at all, only relying on her pale gold armor to defend with difficulty.
The armor constantly flowed with a shimmering glow, a thorny rose pattern on the chest shining brightly.
As Zhang Rongfang reached out his palm, a beam of light from the sky enveloped his body.
The massive array covering the entire port surged with great power, crushing layer upon layer upon him.
An enormous invisible force field tightly gripped every part of Zhang Rongfang, trying to completely bind him.
But not even half a second later.
With a cracking sound.
The force field shattered, pierced and broken by floods of blood lines rising from Zhang Rongfang’s body.
His outstretched palm, unobstructed, crashed onto the woman’s neck.
Clang!!
As his palm collided with the armor, a sharp screeching sound of squeezing was heard.
A large amount of blood was forcibly drawn out from the gaps in the armor.
The woman screamed, struggling in Zhang Rongfang’s grasp.
She frantically struck Zhang Rongfang with her gauntlets, but all her attacks landed on the blood shield that had flown out.
Several dark red blood pythons flew out, forming a blood shield, blocking in front of Zhang Rongfang.
Each time the blood shield was struck, some blood spots spattered onto the woman.
The blood spots and spiritual lines corroded each other, turning into white smoke rising up.
The immense pain prompted the woman to struggle even harder, but it only resulted in more terrifying agony.
A few seconds later.
Snap.
Her body tilted and fell utterly still.
A new flow of blood seeped out through the gaps of her armor, replenishing part of Zhang Rongfang’s energy expended in opposing divine power and the array.
Everything returned to tranquility.
Zhang Rongfang gently descended onto a rooftop, the blood robe on him flowing anew, condensing back into its spotless original form.
He surveyed the surroundings, spotting the White Ten Sect military forces converging in the distance.
The artillerymen, under command of their officer, had already formed a formation, preparing to bombard this area again.
But upon seeing Zhang Rongfang’s gaze cast over, the leading officer stiffened completely, standing frozen in place.
His whole body trembled, and his complexion quickly turned pale. Then he suddenly shouted and turned to run.
"So, does this mean I defeated the garrison here by myself?" Zhang Rongfang suddenly asked.
The surrounding districts were now vast ruins and debris caused by intense combat.
Canses, lying in a deep pit, was slowly turning into black ashes. He had absorbed too much blood and was unable to heal, leaving him to wait for death.
The blonde female general had also fallen to the ground, her whole body slowly turning to black ashes within her armor, clearly having fallen completely due to blood loss.
Neither had the chance to use the Descent of the God.
"Weren’t you going to capture someone for interrogation? Now everyone is dead, what will you do?" White Scales said helplessly.
"It’s all their fault," Zhang Rongfang sighed, "If they hadn’t scared me, I definitely wouldn’t have acted so fatally."
"So weak, yet they chased me all the way like they were top-tier Spirit Generals."
He took a step forward lightly, and in an instant, appeared in front of the light golden armor left behind by the deceased blonde woman.
"This armor seems unusual."
"It’s a Divine Artifact. You can understand it as something similar to our magic weapons. It’s something that existed long ago, blessed by the gods. Of course, to ordinary people and heretics, even wearing it would be a burden. It’s useless for you," White Scales explained.
"Then never mind." Zhang Rongfang raised his hand slightly.
A large amount of blood surged out from under his blood-red robe, flooding the armor.
Thick smoke rose quickly, and soon, the blood faded, leaving only a set of ordinary white armor on the spot.
The faint golden divinity from before had completely disappeared.
After finishing this, he looked up at the sky.
Chhh.
A flash of blood shadow, and he transformed into a bloodline, rushing towards the headquarters of the White Ten Sect’s vanguard army at Citong Port.
The headquarters was temporarily chosen at the governor’s residence.
At this moment, around the governor’s residence, numerous Holy Cross Star Knights with strong auras had gathered together.
Everyone was watching everything around attentively, as if facing a formidable enemy.
Encircling them were elite bowmen holding crossbow arrows.
Each of these elites had Qi and Blood at least equivalent to top-level Great Spirit experts.
Beyond them were ordinary soldiers and gathered white-robed priests.
These priests sat cross-legged on the ground, chanting holy scriptures and psalms on the spot.
Where they sat formed a huge special circle array, subtly engaging the larger Holy Forest Array of the entire port.
Swish!
Suddenly, a blood shadow landed and revealed its form.
It was Zhang Rongfang, who had come all the way asking for directions.
He stepped forward.
After a few steps, he noticed an invisible pressure enveloping the entire residence above.
"Interesting. These Westerners have so many tricks," he looked up with interest at the sky above.
There, faint ripples of white light like before were constantly shimmering.
Layer upon layer of chanting gathered from around the residence, the sound seemed to carry a certain magic, continuously suppressing the boiling, restless blood within Zhang Rongfang.
"Let me see how secure the defenses here really are."
He smiled slightly and continued to walk forward.
Poof.
Suddenly, just 120 meters from the residence gate, he could even see the face of the priest sitting cross-legged in front, and the cold sweat on the foreheads of the many soldiers reading along devoutly.
Even though it seemed empty and without any obstacles ahead, there was an extremely vast force, surging, sweeping, and blocking his advance.
"They must have placed multiples of god-level statues here. If you force your way in, you might..." White Scales didn’t finish.
Swoosh swoosh swoosh!!
In an instant, several blood pythons shot out from beside Zhang Rongfang, charging towards the mysterious and unknown force field ahead.
"Guardian Domain!!" Someone within the residence had clearly noticed something amiss and engaged a full defense.
At this moment, strands of white micro-glow shot from all the Holy Cross Star members inside the residence straight into the sky.
The micro-glow combined with the large array, merging with the mysterious divine might radiated by the statues.
The three combined, forming a pressure like a strong wind, rushing towards the flying blood pythons with a bang.
Hoo!!!
The pressure and the blood pythons stalemated in midair, with dense smoke rising up from the points of contact between the two.
This was the blood and the pressure corroding and neutralizing each other.
"Interesting, do you think this is enough to stop me?" Zhang Rongfang continued stepping forward, one step at a time.
As he advanced, soldiers nearby started trembling, coughing up large amounts of blood from their noses and mouths, which then flowed into his blood robe. Then fresh blood flew out from under the robe, transforming into blood pythons, joining the battle against the pressure.
One step, and another.
The distance continued to close.
And nearby soldiers, terrified, fled outward and to the sides, not daring to approach any further.
Some trifling crossbow arrows and bullets shot at Zhang Rongfang were all blocked by the blood shield surrounding him.
The blood shield appeared semi-transparent and very thin, yet layered dozens of times, each layer exceptionally resilient.
Soon, a cracking sound echoed in the air around the residence.
Bam!!
Zhang Rongfang suddenly leaped up, accelerating forward.
His body turned into a blood shadow, unleashing all his power, smashing into the residence gate.
The distance of more than a hundred meters was crossed in less than the blink of an eye, in an instant.
Crash.
The gate shattered, the priests and soldiers chanting the Bible suddenly felt as if hit hard by a boulder, their heads dizzy and eyes blurred.
The Holy Cross Star members spat blood, spirit sapped, scattering in escape, no longer daring to remain in place.
As they fled, the other guard squads scattered in panic.
The entire residence turned empty from a gathering of nearly a thousand people in just seven or eight seconds.
Disorderly and quiet.
Some slow runners automatically had blood flying out of them, merging into Zhang Rongfang’s blood robe.
Those who ran fast, he ignored.
There were too many people, he could only control blood extraction one-on-one, unable to manage a large area at once.
Previously, the multitude was only due to his fast target-switching.
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