Chapter 2292: Chapter 653: Fame Earned in a Single Battle
Of course, Fatty Mao Er and Old Jin were also seriously injured. Fatty Mao Er’s shoulder was pierced by the Holy Sword, emitting a white gas. And Old Jin, because he hadn’t unlocked the Seal, was even more seriously injured. If it weren’t for Fatty Mao Er blocking multiple attacks for him, he might end up like Xiao Hei on Flower Island, hanging by a thread.
The vortex storm gradually subsided, and within the white beam of light, the figures of An Yiqing and Lawrence flickered in and out. Spectators hid in the distance, wide-eyed, watching that spot. At this moment, a fast-moving squad slipped past them, startling everyone.
Everyone’s eyes turned to the twenty-person squad, dressed in black with "Anpei" embroidered in Country Bai language on their chest using golden thread. As the twenty ran into the battle zone, they stopped upon seeing An Yiqing and Lawrence emerging from the light beam.
The scorching light gradually faded, revealing An Yiqing dressed in camouflage and Lawrence in a white robe. Each held a sword, pointing at the other. However, upon closer inspection, one would notice An Yiqing’s Qingying Sword had already pierced Lawrence’s left chest.
Slowly raising her hand, An Yiqing wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and quickly drew out the Qingying Sword.
"You lost." She looked at Lawrence, his eyes filled with disbelief. He couldn’t understand why, despite being stronger, he would be the one to die.
Bang—the body suddenly fell to the ground, and Lawrence no longer had any breath.
One of the four Archbishops in Red of The Church, Lawrence Kabur, meets his end in the Black Forest!
An Yiqing retrieved the Qingying Sword, looked up at the Anpei squad standing not far from her, and smirked.
"The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the yellow sparrow behind; Anpei Lan truly has a fine strategy! But if she thinks she can keep me in the Black Forest with these people, Anpei Lan underestimates me."
The Thirteen Blood Generals gradually ended the battle and returned to An Yiqing’s side. They were all seriously injured, especially An Zhifeng and An Zhiyun, who nearly lost their lives blocking a sword for others.
"Sister An, everyone is in bad condition now, these people..." Long Zixuan was hesitant to finish his sentence, knowing that they were severely injured while the Anpei family was in its prime. If they wanted to leave unscathed, it would be tough.
An Yiqing’s gaze was deep and inscrutable. She turned to Long Zixuan and whispered a few words, his eyes flashed with hesitation for a moment, but he finally nodded.
An Sister told him that if she couldn’t hold on in the end, he should take everyone and leave. She had space, so even if she couldn’t win, she could save her own life.
Twenty Onmyoji from the Anpei family silently moved forward, surrounding An Yiqing and the others.
"Did Anpei Lan send you?" An Yiqing raised her eyebrow and asked.
The Anpei family members were silent, their expressions cold and indifferent as they looked at her.
An Yiqing smirked, "If the Church knew Anpei Lan didn’t lift a finger to help, would they go to the Anpei family for retribution?"
The face of the person leading turned grim, "Bastard! You’re staying here today!"
Following those words, the twenty people quickly scattered to different positions, appearing as if they had rehearsed countless times, the distance between each of them was the same.
"What are they..." Long Zixuan’s face sank, an ominous feeling rising in his heart.
An Yiqing sensed something was wrong, gripped the Qingying Sword, tapped her toes, and rushed forward. However, the opponents were faster, the twenty people raised their hands, casting incantations, murmuring words. In an instant, a fierce wind erupted within the encirclement, everyone squinted, staring at the strange scene.
Roar—a deafening roar echoed across the land, alarming spectators who fell to the ground, legs weak. An Yiqing squinted her eyes, seeing amidst the whirlwind, a colossal entity flickering in and out. It was massive, burly, with sixteen blood-red eyes—Orochi! A myth of Country Bai!
Eight heads and tails, copper skin and iron bones, Orochi, its reputation well-earned!
Orochi slowly rose amidst the wind. Its figure was too enormous, the eight giant heads already embedding into those ancient towering trees. Possibly irritated by the branches, it roared in fury, its large head swung abruptly, and countless branches were instantly destroyed, leaving nothing but empty space.
It steadied its form, sixteen crimson pupils gazed down at An Yiqing standing on the ground. In its eyes, the girl was minuscule, like a tiny dwarf living in the land of giants.
