Chapter 1601: Chapter 117: Slaughterhouse
The stacked syllables spread into a sound wave a moment later.
Zzz...
Bang!
Bang bang bang bang!
The larger a beast’s body, the thicker its blood vessels, and the stronger the force with which its heart pumps.
So at this moment, the spectacle of blood erupting was all the more shocking!
Even the Udan Spearmen, who had witnessed countless scenes of slaughter, felt their scalps go numb at this instant.
Blood suddenly burst out from the severed yet still clinging vessels.
A horrifying blood mist instantly rolled up into the air.
The body that had been cut into more than twenty sections crashed heavily to the ground.
Under the dim night sky, after the frenzy came an instant of silence.
So quiet you could hear a pin drop!
Creak.
Creak.
With no intention of concealing his footsteps, Mu Fan held the Curved Light Scythe Blade reversed in his hand and walked out of the blood mist like a wraith.
He tilted his head back and looked at the hillside.
Once again, spears fell like rain.
Through the spearheads pouring down like a torrential storm, he saw an elder turning his head to look back.
Their gazes met for a brief moment.
In those old, turbid eyes, a deep and penetrating disbelief shone through; the composure forged by time finally shattered into shock.
The mouth of the Great Beast Control elder was trembling.
All of the Black Wood Cannon Beasts had been slaughtered... For them, and even for the entire Red Stone tribe, this was an irreparable, colossal loss.
The Great Beast Control elder snapped his head around. "Go!"
The enemy’s strength had far exceeded their imagination.
In an instant, the four figures vanished behind the Udan Spearmen’s formation.
Seeing the Beast Control elders decisively retreat, Mu Fan’s eyelids drooped slightly, and the six strands of Energy braids intertwined at the back of his head quietly loosened.
At every joint of the dark-gold Kai armor, a ghostly green light flared at the same time.
All emotion vanished from the depths of Mu Fan’s pupils.
His right leg lifted lightly and stamped down.
Without a sound, a circular depression over two meters in diameter appeared in an instant.
Those spears shot out like heavy crossbow bolts all clattered to the ground...
And all missed!
Every Udan Spearman’s eyes bulged wide at the same time!
Because in their sight, at the very foot of the mound, the figure that should have been pierced through suddenly blurred, and in an instant four identical figures appeared.
All the spears missed again...
A crushing sense of frustration rose in the heart of every Udan Spearman.
They simply could not accept that their spears had missed three volleys in a row!
"His speed... it’s too fast!"
As that barely suppressed exclamation sounded, the four figures suddenly... dissipated into smoke.
At that instant, every Udan Spearman felt as if some terrifying beast had locked onto them from the darkness.
The sense of impending death washed over their souls again and again.
"Where’s the enemy?!"
"Lost the target."
Suddenly one Udan Spearman roared, "Look at the ground, something’s approaching!"
Following the direction his finger pointed, they could clearly see a patch of distorted air sweeping rapidly toward them.
"Throw!"
A furious shout erupted at his side, and in that instant, a spear shot out at a savage speed close to the speed of sound.
A palm thrust out from thin air, abruptly seizing that spear.
Bare hand catching the blade!
Right after that palm, a figure materialized in a flash.
Explosive cracks rang in the air as muscles and fascia twisted.
The spear traced a half-circle within that palm, abruptly accelerated, and roared back out.
All told, less than half a second had passed.
Boom!
A visible blast wave erupted in front of that figure.
The Udan Spearman who had just thrown his weapon felt a massive killing intent lock onto him in a split-second.
A tiny black dot appeared in his vision.
"No!——————"
The spear pierced through his mouth in an instant.
Bang!
His head exploded like a watermelon hit by a shot, bursting apart in an instant.
Brain matter mixed with blood splattered everywhere.
Vmmm...
The spear drove into the ground, more than half its shaft buried, the tail trembling uncontrollably.
This sudden turn of events dealt an unimaginable blow to the Udan Spearmen’s morale.
The spear-throwing they took such pride in not only failed, it was caught one-handed by the enemy, who then casually hurled it back and blew apart the thrower’s head.
This kind of lightning-fast and impossibly precise combat had never appeared once in their entire battle careers!
Moreover, the moment Mu Fan threw the spear, his figure once again melted into the air.
This time, the Udan Spearman corps truly lost sight of their target.
That spear just now was also... their last throw before death.
As this group rapidly shifted their gaze, searching the U-shaped quagmire for a target...
Four figures clad in dark-gold Kai armor lightly emerged from the air at the same time, in a straight line, less than three meters from the vanguard of the Udan Spear Guard Corps!
The leading spearmen’s eyes went wide in an instant.
A soft sound of air flowing rose; it was the air currents stirred by spinning Light Blades.
They swore it was the most beautiful play of light they had ever seen; in the faint green Light Wheels, they could even vaguely see their own reflections.
Only this beauty was far too brief...
The four high-raised Light Wheels, along with the figures wielding them, turned into streaks of light and a clear breeze, brushing past the entire Guard.
Everyone’s movements froze at once.
All breathing stopped.
Every expression was fixed upon their faces.
In that fleeting instant, the entire Guard looked like sculptures crafted by a master artisan.
Lifelike, yet devoid of any sign of life.
Ten meters behind the Guard, the four figures collided back together, sending out ripples of flowing light.
The spinning Light Wheels vanished, revealing double-edged Light Blades with a crescent-moon curve.
Their bodies leaned forward, single arms extended straight ahead.
Beneath the cold Face Armor were eyes just as cold.
The hunched torso slowly straightened.
The four elders racing away on Black Panthers all felt the air go frighteningly quiet at that moment.
As one, they couldn’t help but glance back.
A pair of utterly emotionless eyes met four pairs of turbid ones; though separated by a hundred meters, it felt as if they were face-to-face.
A chill-tinged dread rose in the hearts of the four elders at the same time.
In the moonlight, that figure stood like a stone statue.
Those ghostly green eyes were like will-o’-the-wisps drifting over a desolate wasteland.
And behind him, that crowd standing frozen in eerie silence...
Even these old monsters who had lived more than seventy years felt their scalps prickle.
"Inman!"
"Angelo!"
...
The Great Beast Control elder called out four or five names in succession, but received no response.
The panthers were still galloping, the distance stretching another fifty meters, reaching a hundred and fifty.
But instead of calming, his heart thudded even more violently.
The Great Beast Control elder felt his throat as dry as a parched riverbed.
He shut his mouth and stopped shouting, instead fixing his cloudy eyes on Mu Fan.
"Heh."
A low syllable sounded from behind the Face Armor.
The instant that sound rang out...
A razor-straight fine line ran from the far left to the far right of the Guard unit behind him.
Blood welled up along that thin line.
The upper halves of twenty-two Udan Spearmen slid off as if nothing were amiss, crashing heavily into the dirt.
Pfft...
Pft pft pft pft!
From the wounds of those still-standing lower halves, blood spurted like fountains.
Twenty-two blood geysers erupted at once, instantly turning this desolate mound into a Shura Slaughter field.
"Im...possible."
The muttered words were squeezed out of his throat.
The four elders’ bodies began to tremble uncontrollably.
