Chapter 717: Chapter 553: Fight to the Death_2
"Run, run as far as you can!" the elder drew his sword to intercept, facing the Daoist robe old ghost without taking a single step back.
"Take care, senior!" Yang Xiao said before turning to run.
In this level of battlefield, he had no chance to intervene; a mere group attack could easily annihilate him. To think that (he), a Fierce Level Apostle, had been reduced to this!
Behind him, two forces collided once again. The elder swung a charged sword cut, severing one of the old ghost’s arms, yet another ghostly hand rose and struck squarely on the elder’s chest. What seemed like a light palm had blasted the elder away.
"Crack—"
"Crack—"
The next second, before the elder could stabilize himself, the Daoist robe old ghost appeared in front of him at incredible speed. The surrounding mist instantly gathered, nearly drowning the elder. In a critical moment, the elder swung his sword at the ghost’s throat and used the force to lean back, collapsing to the ground in an instant, becoming a flat projection.
With a loud "boom" of a step, the Daoist robe old ghost stomped into emptiness as his corruptive force eroded the ground, causing vegetation to instantly wilt. Meanwhile, the elder’s projection slid across the ground at high speed until it clung to a tree and "walked" down.
This time, the old ghost’s recovery rate was visibly slower, and the elder, lowering his head, saw a dark palm print left on his protective funeral clothes.
Yang Xiao, who had escaped to a distance, also stopped and watched from afar, knowing that if the Academy elder were defeated, fleeing further would be futile.
By now, Yang Xiao had his own judgment of the situation on the field. Before devouring several ghosts, the Daoist robe old ghost was slightly inferior to the Academy elder, but the gap wasn’t substantial. According to the division of Apostle strength, the ghost’s power was undoubtedly Netherworld-level. However, as the battle continued with losses and gains on both sides, the difference had narrowed substantially. Yet, the physique of a human couldn’t compete with that of a ghost. If the fight continued, the situation would be dire.
Yang Xiao was also mindful of the Netherworld-level elder’s techniques. First was the Azure Darkness Sword, an offensive Magic Artifact with a power akin to "commanded reality." Then, the protective vest made from funeral clothes could fend off attacks, another defensive Magic Artifact. Besides these, the elder had the capability to transform into a projection to dodge attacks and utilize spatial rifts to shuttle; moreover, the most terrifying was his ability for Time Retrospection. By this count, the elder possessed at least four Magic Artifacts, and all of high quality.
Compared to the elder’s belongings, the Soul-Capturing Mirror and Torturing Life Saber that Yang Xiao had laboriously acquired seemed rather insignificant.
Suddenly, Yang Xiao felt a pang in his chest, a chilling force instantaneously spreading to all his limbs. Shocked, he realized that his dear sister had awakened!
Yet at this moment, this power within him was extremely contained, heavily suppressed, and it did not alert the Daoist robe old ghost or the Academy elder, as both were embroiled in their life-and-death struggle and could spare no attention for anything else.
His eyelids uncontrollably drooped, closing for a few seconds before suddenly reopening. The perspective abruptly shifted, his vision turning blood red—as if something else was using his eyes to observe the world.
First, it glanced at the Daoist robe old ghost, then looked toward the Academy elder synchronously. These two directions, two perspectives, seemed as though one eyeball was fixating on the old ghost and the other on the Academy elder—a disorienting sensation Yang Xiao had never experienced before.
With the enhancement from the internal power, Yang Xiao gained a deeper understanding of the current situation. He instantly understood; his dear sister was waiting, waiting for this human and ghost to exhaust each other, then to reap the benefits of the fishermen.
The Daoist robe old ghost sister fancied, and this stabilizer from Ru Lin Academy... sister wanted too!
At this moment, from the direction of the concrete building came a buzzing sound, accompanied by a burst of green light, causing the ground to tremble and the entire space to become unstable.
The dark sky overhead fractured like a cracked eggshell, revealing countless crevices. Unlike before, the fog invading this hospital world through the crevices was much less because the original old ghost, who tethered the Grey Mist World, was present here!
Seeing that the Green Venerable Tourmaline could no longer maintain the stability of this world, the Academy elder’s face under his mask grew extremely unsightly. He faced a difficult choice: either resolve this ghost quickly or... let it escape. If he chose the latter, it was highly likely the ghost would escape into the real world along with them, a loss that today’s Academy absolutely could not afford!
If it weren’t for the passing time, even if the fight continued, he was confident of victory. But now, it no longer mattered whether he could capture this ghost—stopping it from escaping was crucial; it had to be halted and utterly obliterated here!
"Crack—"
"Crack—"
The Daoist robe old ghost, like an indefatigable machine, advanced again towards the elder. This time, the elder took a deep breath, staring down the approaching ghost as if he had resolved himself. After tearing open the space, his figure vanished once again.
The next second, the elder appeared in front of the Daoist robe old ghost, his sword piercing through the ghost’s chest in a seemingly simple thrust that was precisely executed. However, such a wound was clearly incapable of restraining the ghost in front, merely weakening it. Simultaneously, the ghost’s remaining arm raised, reaching straight for the elder’s head.
Then, the shocking scene unfolded; the elder, instead of dodging, moved his head forward, letting the ghost’s hand grasp it squarely.
