Chapter 787: Chapter 183: Mutual Destruction (Part 3)
Something’s happened! Fang Che is yelling...
"Mr. Fang!"
Seeing Fang Che stumbling backward with blood spraying from his body, Zhao Ying’er felt a wrenching pain in her heart. She cried out and rushed forward desperately.
At this moment, in the direction Fang Che was retreating, a man in black appeared like a ghost from the void, a long spear in his hand turning into a howling gale!
It thrust directly at the back of Fang Che’s head.
The sound of the wind howled, and Evil Qi soared into the sky.
The lame Hong Er and Jing Xiuyun roared angrily and charged forward desperately, but it was already too late.
Fang Che’s body was still retreating uncontrollably under the recoil.
The spear was about to pierce straight into the back of his head!
Suddenly...
A slender figure flew up into the air.
Zhao Ying’er.
She was already the closest to Fang Che, and being the person most concerned about him, she immediately flew out, wanting to support him.
When the spear appeared, Zhao Ying’er was less than a Zhang away from Fang Che. She didn’t even look back but instinctively leaped up, using her own body to shield the back of Fang Che’s head.
With a desperate sword sweep!
With a snap, Zhao Ying’er’s long sword broke. The blade flashed and flew apart.
Puff!
The spear pierced into Zhao Ying’er’s back like an angry dragon.
It seemed to encounter some obstruction as it carried Zhao Ying’er’s body, stabbing straight toward Fang Che’s back!
In the chaos of his Divine Sense, Fang Che sensed the crisis, desperately turned around, only to see Zhao Ying’er’s pained face coming toward him.
With a puff, a section of the spear tip emerged from Zhao Ying’er’s chest, blood congealed.
Zhao Ying’er couldn’t help but lean her head back, her hair floating up. Blood was about to gush from her mouth, but fearing it would spray on Fang Che’s face and block his view, she tightly closed her mouth.
The spear tip glistened with blood, coming at Fang Che like an angry dragon.
"Ah!!"
Fang Che’s eyes seemed about to burst, and with a hysterical roar, he lunged forward, chest first.
With a thud.
The spear tip stabbed fiercely, but the treasure clothes sent by Chen Yin blocked it, yet the sharp pain and the brutal force still pushed Fang Che, his feet lifted off the ground, his body thrown backward.
Clatter, clatter, clatter...
The bones in his chest cracked, uncertain how many had broken.
Zhao Ying’er collided with Fang Che, managing to press her hands firmly against his chest, using all her strength to push him away: "Go..."
As she spoke, blood finally gushed from Zhao Ying’er’s mouth like a fountain.
Behind Zhao Ying’er, a shadow in the air, eyes full of cruelty, both hands gripping the spear shaft, hair blown backward like a hurricane, was relentlessly driving the long spear through her.
With his force, blood continued to gurgle from Zhao Ying’er’s mouth...
"Die..." Fang Che grabbed the spear blade at his chest, locking eyes with the opponent, desperately unleashing all his Divine Sense power!
Bang!
Like a mountain, like the sea, Divine Sense power and Evil Qi erupted in extreme intensity.
Not a bit was held back.
This was the first time Fang Che erupted to such an extreme.
The opponent, though an expert, faced with such overwhelming Divine Sense power, especially the ancient demon’s Evil Qi, found his mind stunned briefly, his Divine Sense blank.
Fang Che embraced Zhao Ying’er’s body, swinging a Short Knife.
Puff, it hacked fiercely at the black-clad man’s neck, but under heavy injury, it didn’t sever it, yet it cut halfway through the throat. Blood spurted from one side of the neck like mist.
And the lame Hong Er and Jing Xiuyun rushed up furiously like madmen.
They unleashed their Sword, slashing frantically.
The man woke up from his cleared Divine Sense, feeling a splitting headache, roaring, moving his feet, and with two thuds, he kicked both away, sending them flying with blood spraying, then reached out with force to push the spear.
But suddenly, sword light flashed in Fang Che’s hand, the Blood Spirit Seven Swords.
Seeing this sword.
The man’s eyes showed astonishment to the extreme, as if turning dumb: "This! This is Blood..."
Swish!
The sword light pierced through his throat. A section of the sword tip emerged from his back neck with a puff.
Fang Che roared, swinging the sword horizontally, and a head rolled off from the neck, thudding down.
The man’s head fell, rolling twice, facing the sky, his face showed no despair but complete shock and disbelief.
As if seeing something incredible before dying.
The corpse released the spear shaft, falling backward.
Fang Che, also completely exhausted, his consciousness in chaos, lost his support, and simultaneously fell backwards, Zhao Ying’er’s body lying weakly with his, landing with a puff in his arms.
On his back, the long spear was drenched in blood, the shaft slanting toward the sky.
"Mr. Fang, be careful..."
Jing Xiuyun, spitting blood, leaped up, trying to rush over.
Because... the man who Fang Che had almost chopped into a skeleton was still not dead, his entire bones nearly broken, with only one eye left, yet he dragged one broken leg trying to crawl toward Fang Che, a Short Knife in his skeletal hand.
Boom...
This skeleton was chopped away with a single strike.
It was Ye Meng descending from the sky at the last crucial moment, slashing fiercely, then relentlessly pursuing, using all his cultivation to chop at this skeleton.
"Kill kill kill..."
Puff, puff, puff...
Lopping off an arm, severing the neck, the body split in two!
Then tossing aside the long sword, he rushed desperately: "Fang Che!"
Fang Che’s consciousness was nearly a complete blur; the blood from Zhao Ying’er kept gushing, spilling onto him.
A long spear had pierced from Zhao Ying’er’s back, stabbing straight into Fang Che’s front chest.
The two were skewered together like candied fruit.
Fang Che bled from all orifices, in a state of excruciating confusion, yet he held Zhao Ying’er tightly. The remaining power from the Infinite Scripture was frantically channeled into Zhao Ying’er’s ravaged body, using the last of his strength, he raised his head and hysterically shouted: "Medicine..."
Ye Meng rushed over, immediately taking out a bottle of Dan Yun Divine Pill, feeding Zhao Ying’er the first pill, and right after, the second pill into Fang Che.
The Medicinal Power entered Zhao Ying’er’s body, her face only briefly flushed, then turned pale again.
The enemy’s spear was still pierced through her chest. Evil Qi resonated, Zhao Ying’er’s internal organs already pulverized. The Medicinal Power entered but soon dissipated.
Yet no one dared to move this spear.
Because once moved, death would come quicker, no time even for a word.
"Steward Zhao..." Ye Meng was at a loss, tears falling in large drops.
"Ying’er!"
Jing Xiuyun rushed up: "Ying’er... do you have anything... quickly..."
Jing Xiuyun, also an Old Steward, seeing Zhao Ying’er like this, knew it was hopeless.
No more saving.
Zhao Ying’er lay on Fang Che’s chest, struggled to open her eyes, thoughts and listening in her gaze, then she felt Fang Che’s chest beside her own, a heart beating.
Her eyes immediately showed a gentle smile.
She wanted to lift her head to look once more at her beloved’s face, but couldn’t manage it.
Her fingers moved slightly.
Her eyes looked at Ye Meng.
Her fingers slightly bent, using all her strength, pointed at Fang Che.
Ye Meng nodded repeatedly through tears: "Rest assured, rest assured..."
In Zhao Ying’er’s eyes appeared a hint of a smile, then she blinked, trying to move closer, placing her face against Fang Che’s shoulder, showing a look of bliss...
Her gaze suddenly lost its luster.
