Chapter 706: Chapter 62: Unexpected Incident
Gurulu seemed to pay little attention to his surroundings, instead getting more and more excited, moving increasingly fiercely, completely suppressing the Juvenile Demon.
His skin gradually turned red, then dark red, then black, as constant force bombarded the Demon.
"Beast! Come, continue."
He laughed heartily, continuously swinging his club, creating a large pit over a hundred meters wide in the camp’s ground.
The Juvenile Demon felt its body being slowly shattered, sensing the danger.
If this continued, it would probably die here!
No creature, whether human or demon, is indifferent to its own death.
The Juvenile Demon suddenly exploded with full power, opening its mouth wide, biting out a large chunk of flesh from Gurulu’s chest, and in the moment of Gurulu’s pain, broke free from the suppression, transforming into a black light and escaping the encirclement of blood-colored thorns.
Gurulu didn’t care about his injuries at all, chased after, but unexpectedly, the demon turned back, opening its mouth and drawing a curve in the air with its neck, attempting to swallow Gurulu’s entire head.
Gurulu swung his club fiercely at the demon’s head, but this time the situation was different; the demon bore the impact of the club and bit down on Gurulu’s shoulder.
"Ah!!"
Gurulu let out a scream, a large gap appearing between his neck and shoulder, from which blood continuously flowed.
His body returned to its normal size, slumping to the ground, gasping for breath.
However, the Juvenile Demon did not pursue the victory, its body also reaching its limit, frantically trying to escape, ignoring the people around.
At this moment,
a player dressed as a Demon Hunter suddenly rushed out, using an iron hammer to drive a rusty, slender steel nail into the demon’s body.
Su Changxing noticed that this person, who had been idling like him, suddenly acted. For what?
People dressed like that are usually Demon Hunters; they generally come from worlds where demons exist.
Such worlds constantly battle with demons, having developed many means to fight them.
The instant the steel nail was driven into its body, the Juvenile Demon’s flesh began to rapidly decay, with dark red blood oozing from all the various-sized mouths on its body.
"Hahaha, I actually waited it out." The Demon Hunter laughed loudly, a crazed look on his face.
Gurulu strode over, looking dissatisfied at the demon pinned to the ground by the steel nail: "You stole my prey!"
To him, that prey was his, and it should be his to kill; others shouldn’t take his spoils of war.
Su Changxing thought the Demon Hunter would be afraid, would retreat, considering Gurulu’s strength.
But the Demon Hunter didn’t back down at all, laughing loudly: "So what? With this thing, who among you is my match?"
Just as he finished speaking, the demon, pierced by the nail and rotting, suddenly stood up from the ground, swiping at Gurulu, moving swiftly, no slower than before.
Gurulu raised an arm in front of his chest, sustaining several bloody wounds, and retreated a few steps.
He had consumed a lot and suffered severe injuries in the fight with the demon earlier, his strength greatly diminished.
This Juvenile Demon has actually come under the control of that Demon Hunter!
This was quite a startling turn of events.
Su Changxing could see that the Juvenile Demon’s Life Force was still rapidly declining, and its strength continued to decrease.
"I am the ultimate victor!" The Demon Hunter shouted madly, directing the decaying demon to attack Gurulu again.
To him, Gurulu was probably the only threat present; everyone else had been seriously injured, their strength greatly reduced.
If he could kill Gurulu, he could wipe out this entire camp and then become the sole winner of this game.
After all, most of the top-tier powerhouses had gathered in this camp, and people elsewhere had been almost entirely killed by this demon.
But at this moment, he froze in place, his body stiff, looking down to see a thorn piercing through his chest at heart level.
"When did this happen?"
Centered on the thorn, his flesh began to quickly wither, "You bastard!"
He realized he had fallen into the trap of the Saintess, and every corner of the camp’s ground was filled with such blood-colored thorns.
Following this,
he directed the rotting demon to attack the Saintess, only to fall into a thorn trap that had already been set.
Though the demon was under his control, its strength was far less than before, completely unable to break free from the thorns’ grasp.
The Demon Hunter’s face showed panic; something he was sure of had gone unexpectedly wrong.
He hadn’t thought that even now, the Saintess of the Doomsday Cult had resources to spare.
The Saintess looked at the Demon Hunter with pitiful eyes, smiling gently: "If you hadn’t been so arrogant, maybe you could have survived."
Soon, the Demon Hunter’s body was completely devoured by more thorns, leaving nothing but some clothing and weapons on the ground.
The demon, pierced by the steel nail and decaying, lay motionless on the ground, seemingly about to die at any moment.
The camp suddenly became silent, everyone looking at each other, and without the demon’s threat, they seemed to have become enemies again.
The Saintess walked barefoot towards Su Changxing, leaving a trail of blood-red footprints behind her, her face carrying a dripping intent to kill, with vines spreading around her.
The air seemed to have turned colder at this moment.
Seeing this scene, Su Changxing knew that what happened just now had angered the Saintess, he twitched his face and smiled: "I just saved your life, you can’t repay kindness with revenge."
The Saintess said coldly: "But you also slapped me earlier, don’t think I don’t know."
Although he was a bit confused at the time, when he recalled later, he knew what had happened.
Until now,
there was still a faint palm print on her face, also vaguely painful.
She was sure that Su Changxing had no intention of holding back at that time.
Su Changxing thought for a moment, then earnestly explained: "It was an emergency, I had no choice, otherwise how could you regain clarity so quickly?"
The explanation was reasonable and convincing.
The surrounding vines stopped.
The Saintess’s face showed a questioning look: "Did it feel good to hit me?"
Su Changxing instinctively replied: "Mm, not bad."
"Hm?" The Saintess furrowed her brows tightly, the killing intent in her eyes almost becoming tangible.
At this point,
the Buddha Son came over from the other side, already wearing a different kasaya, and said to the Saintess:
"Amitabha, I will take responsibility for this person, please refrain from killing him for now."
The Saintess showed a curious look, smiling: "Do you know him?"
The Buddha Son turned to glance at Su Changxing, smiling to show friendliness: "I promised our temple’s Abbot that if I get the chance, I would save him from this game."
Su Changxing raised his eyebrows, surprised that there was still such a matter; the old monk’s obsession with him was unexpectedly deep.
The Saintess didn’t care about Buddha Son; she walked over to Su Changxing, softly asking: "What exactly did you do to me just now?"
She felt that there was a significant change in her Spirit compared to before, and importantly, it was a positive change, freeing her from the risk of losing control.
Su Changxing smirked without humor and said: "Do what? Didn’t I just slap you to wake you up?"
The Saintess sensed Su Changxing’s dismissive attitude but didn’t mind, continuing to ask: "Did you give me something to drink just now? What was it?"
Su Changxing revealed an empty bottle in his hand, saying: "Something called the Blood of Madness, but there’s no more now. You were lucky to drink the last portion."
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