Chapter 65 Without Morals, What Kind of Kidnapping?
The moment the Demon Lord ascended the high platform, the operating array suddenly froze, the blood mist floating in the air below the altar stood still, and even the wind held its breath.
Wen Jin's raven-black hair cascaded down to his waist, the ends tinged with silver moonlight, his pale golden eyes slightly closed. He casually raised his hand, his long, slender fingers, like jade, sliding down his wide sleeves and making a light stroke.
The Blood River, which had just been fought over by Suoli and Wen Tingyun a second ago, had automatically come to his side.
Wen Jin lowered his head, his eyes showing disgust. "It's filthy."
Huali: "..." Awesome.
Ao Bai: "..." Awesome.
“Demon Lord…” Soli, his previous arrogance gone, stared at the newcomer with a pale face. “How is this possible… How could the Day of Return of Souls end ahead of schedule?”
Wen Jin's gaze swept over him, and Suo Li's body trembled instantly, showing no trace of the boastful manner he had just displayed.
Wen Tingyun, on the other hand, only regained his composure after his initial surprise.
He opened the folding fan in his hand and laughed, "Finally not hiding anymore? You've been quite a handful of me."
Wen Jin's pale golden eyes did not linger on those words either; instead, an undisguised look of disgust flashed in his icy gaze.
It can be said that he hates everyone equally.
Wen Tingyun's smile froze.
Although his body has recovered, the consequence of forcibly ending the rebirth period is that he still has a portion of his memory missing. Wen Jin's face turned cold as he thought of the times Cheng Yuan had tied him up in the doghouse.
On the other side, Wen Tingyun, who was completely ignored, turned cold. He had long expected Wen Jin to appear, but the end of the Soul Returning Period was not in his plan. If the Thousand Machine Flesh Spirit Mushroom also lost its effect, things would become much more troublesome.
He lightly tapped the armrest of his wheelchair with his folding fan, and the demonic cultivators, receiving the command, drew their weapons and rushed forward. The shouts of hundreds of demonic cultivators were deafening, their sheer force overwhelming Wen Jin's lone trio.
Ao Bai: "This Demon Lord, why didn't he bring more people with him... meow."
Before Ao Bai could finish speaking, Wen Jin's Tuo Wu and Xi Wu attacked simultaneously from the left and right. Tuo Wu's Heavenly Extreme Curved Blade sliced through the demonic cultivators like harvesting wheat, cutting down large numbers of them. On the other side, Xi Wu was not to be outdone, whipping up demonic cultivators and throwing them out, knocking down more than a dozen like bowling balls.
The two of them alone managed to stop the demon soldiers' advance.
Ao Bai: "Why do I feel like I've seen them both so many times?"
In a flash, Huali suddenly remembered where she had seen these two people before.
Tuowu goes without saying; he almost killed her back at Mingyue Pavilion. And that slightly shorter one, isn't that the actor-turned-body bodyguard?
Huali: "......" So Wen Jin knew everything she did?
This feels a bit creepy.
*
In battles between masters, there is no need for roundabout tactics; every move is made with all one's might to kill the opponent.
Wen Tingyun was originally a sword cultivator, but after Wen Jin broke his legs, he switched to a talisman cultivator. Only now did he truly display his strength. The power of the mid-stage Nascent Soul realm quickly enveloped the area, and the powerful pressure made the slaves below the altar tremble.
Their clothes were tattered, their hands, bound by heavy shackles, were torn and bleeding. They humbly looked up at the rotten world, at the life of ants, where even death left them without a proper burial place.
A mocking glint flashed in Wen Jin's pale golden eyes; the terrifying aura emanating from him seemed like a joke to him. He tilted his head slightly, his cold voice like shattered ice in a white porcelain bowl, "Looks like the lesson I gave you wasn't enough."
With just one sentence, he shattered the other's mask of pretense. Wen Tingyun's face turned ashen as he formed a hand seal with two fingers, and the magic array shot from beneath his feet straight toward Wen Jin.
Wen Jin raised his hand, and the Nine Spirits Netherfire coiled behind him into a giant blue dragon, spewing out boundless blue flames.
Wherever the flames passed, the river of blood beneath their feet instantly turned to ashes.
The Blood River that Soli summoned after years of painstaking effort and the killing of countless innocent people was nothing more than superfluous trash in his eyes.
*
Huali watched the spiritual energy clashes on the altar, which resembled special effects, and knew that no one would pay attention to this for the time being.
She immediately and carefully ran from behind the rock to the corner of the formation, pricking her finger and flitting among the women like a busy little bee.
After the blood beads were applied one by one to confirm that the seeds had withered and died, the person was then dragged to safety by vines.
Only after rescuing the last person did Huali remember to ask Aobai, "How did you find us so quickly? Are Qizhi and Zhang Dezhu safe?"
Ao Bai nodded. "The outside is full of the Demon Lord's men. We were stopped by General Cen as soon as we went out."
So that's how it is. No wonder Wen Jin suddenly disappeared; he went to call for reinforcements.
Now that General Cen has taken control of the outside world, these people might still have a glimmer of hope. Although the Demon Lord is cruel and bloodthirsty, he only targets traitors and never kills indiscriminately.
Soli watched all this with a pale face, knowing that defeat was inevitable. He figured he should take advantage of the current battle between the two Wens and focus on saving his own life.
Huali, who had been keeping a close eye on Suoli, knew from his expression that he was definitely going to run away. Just as she was about to take advantage of his illness to finish him off, the man in black was suddenly grabbed.
"Cuihua's" pale yellow dress was soaked with blood, her almond-shaped eyes filled with longing, "Blood... I need your blood too..."
Karin was surprised to find that even her voice was exactly the same as hers.
From a distance, it wasn't noticeable, but now, up close, Huali felt a chill run down her spine, as if the person in the mirror had come to life. Especially since the other person was making that expression with her face, "Willow?"
Yang Liu's hand, which was gripping her skirt, paused. Upon hearing Hua Li's voice from beneath the black robe, her eyes widened instantly. "It's you! How could it be you!"
She wasn't there when Karin saved Kiyo, so she naturally didn't know about the preceding events.
Hua Li had no intention of arguing with her; this disastrous move was obvious to anyone who thought about it. Yang Liu's appearances were always perfectly timed—the high-standing figures, the Gu worms, the dungeon—it was as if she had meticulously planned to lure her into a trap.
She had no interest in knowing why Yang Liu did this, since they were just strangers who had met by chance, and she had never harmed her.
Huali pulled at the hem of her robe, about to chase after him, but Yangliu, in despair, unleashed astonishing strength and gripped her skirt tightly. "Blood, I've also been infected by the Gu worm. Your blood can save me."
Karin stared at her and suddenly realized that all eyes become so ugly after being etched with ferocity and fear.
Seeing Huali bend down, Yangliu immediately looked at the blood on Huali's palm with a greedy gaze, as if she had found a treasure.
The smile froze on the spot the next second.
Karin suddenly ripped open her skirt and turned around without looking back.
Above the altar, powerful beings were engaged in a battle that shook the heavens and earth; below, the eyes of the common people were numb and empty. In a small, unnoticed corner, Yang Liu, her eyes bloodshot, screamed like a madman, "Why!"
"You have so much blood, you saved everyone but won't give me a single drop! Why are you so selfish! I've done nothing to you, am I not a living being too?!"
Amidst the blood-red mist, the brim of the black-robed girl's hat was blown open by wind blades, revealing a flawless face. Her almond-shaped eyes were bright and resolute, showing not a trace of fear amidst the silence of the crowd in the grand formation.
"For no reason, I simply don't want to give it to you."
Is she trying to use moral blackmail? She has no morals, so what can she use to blackmail people?
Yang Liu suddenly pounced over like a madwoman, her hands forming a hand seal with a flash of spiritual energy.
Huali never expected that she could use spiritual power. Before she could dodge, her shoulder was suddenly hit, and blood sprayed all over Yangliu's body and face.
At the same time, Wen Jin, who was locked in combat with Wen Tingyun, suddenly turned his head. A pale yellow figure in the corner instantly came into view.
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