Chapter 618: Death after losing one drop of blood? Damn it!
"Return to Heaven!"
The two words were spoken softly, but they sounded like thunder exploding in a small space.
In an instant, the perfect round black gas barrier around [Mask] completely solidified, and countless air threads on the surface moved and intertwined like living things.
The tall old man's skinny claws, wrapped in eerie black air, slammed into the barrier!
“Shhhhhhh——!”
It was like a hot soldering iron being dipped into ice water, or like countless tough steel wires cutting leather at high speed. The ear-piercing, teeth-grinding friction sound was endless.
"Ugh!"
The tall old man let out a short roar of pain, and then he felt a piercing pain in his finger bones. His tough skin was torn apart layer by layer by the high-speed rotating energy, and skin flakes and flesh flew everywhere.
"A defense without blind spots? No, it's not just a defense, it also has a sucking and strangling force!!!"
While struggling, the tall old man only felt the incomparably powerful suction force on the contact surface, like the whirlpool of a blender, "biting" his hands tightly, trying to pull both of his hands in.
His face suddenly turned cold, but there was no intention of retreating in his eyes. He steadied his feet, and his hands were sealed. Instead of retreating, he moved forward and increased his strength to probe into the whirlpool.
Both arms suddenly swelled up, and the blue veins under the skin twisted and swelled wildly like a dragon, almost breaking through the skin!
"Break it for us!"
The muscles in his arms were stretched to the limit, and his skin had taken on a strange purple-blue color due to excessive tension. He ignored the piercing pain in his ten fingers and the splattering blood, and forcibly pressed "Huitian" in.
“Puff!”
The flesh at the front ends of the ten fingers were gone, leaving only white bones. Two of the finger bones were even cut off and remained in the swirling black air, and were instantly ground into powder!
The severe pain made his face twisted like a devil, but in those cloudy eyes, burning was an increasingly terrifying ferocity.
"I underestimated you. Your strength is much greater than I expected. Unfortunately, it is still far from enough. Let me teach you a lesson. There is no such thing as an unbreakable turtle shell in this world."
The tall old man roared and stomped his right foot on the ground, causing the concrete floor to crack.
He turned into a bloody afterimage, using his head as a hammer, his shoulders as blades, his elbows as knives, and his knees as arrows. All the muscles and bones in his body became killing weapons, and he slammed towards [Mask]!
“Crack!”
Huitian was crushed so hard that it finally couldn't bear the weight and exploded.
The two pairs of bloody and dry claws were now like two skinned mad pythons. The black nails glowed with poison as they bit directly at the [Mask]'s throat.
The air so close to them was squeezed, making a hissing sound.
The momentum that the tall old man burst out at this moment was extremely shocking. The murderous intent was condensed into substance, and the air was stained with a thin layer of blood-colored frost.
The magatama in [Mask]'s eyes suddenly started spinning faster, and everything in his field of vision was slowly slowed down.
He bent his arms at a weird angle, crossing them to block the fatal attack.
In an instant, the two men's arms were entangled, and when they collided, their sleeves were shattered into pieces like paper ashes.
The dull sound of the four arms colliding was like the crazy beating of dense drums, and every collision created a circular air wave visible to the naked eye.
The two figures entangled and tore at almost the same speed, and more than thirty moves passed in an instant.
They twisted their feet and stepped out of step, and even stepped on each other. The distance between them was only a few inches, and they were extremely close.
"Old man, your blood circulation is so fast, are you complaining that your blood flow is too slow and you are not dying fast enough?"
In the midst of the fierce fight, [Mask] gave a kind reminder.
The tall old man danced wildly with his hands, his black nails flashing with a faint black light, and grinned:
"We have plenty of blood, but you have to be careful. If you drop even a drop, you will die."
He attacked continuously and frantically, his speed getting faster and faster, like a violent storm, but at the peak of his speed he suddenly stopped, and the movements of his hands froze strangely for a moment.
[Masked]'s blocking action suddenly showed a slight flaw, and he was slightly shocked: "Fast and slow sword?!!"
The tall old man seized the moment when [Mask]'s old strength was gone and new strength had not yet been generated, and the three fingers of his right hand were like the hooks of a poisonous scorpion, and he raised them up at an even more fierce speed, going straight for [Mask]'s heart!
"You've been fooled!"
The tall old man's hideous grin was like the cry of a night owl, echoing eerily in the narrow shaft.
At the critical moment, [Mask] bent his waist and leaned back, supporting the ground with one hand, and the whole person fell backwards like a black arrow shot from a strong position!
"call--!"
The sleeves tore through the air, causing a shrill whistle in the wind.
As he tumbled and somersaulted, the air twisted violently, suddenly creating several invisible ripples.
Three pitch-black ghost shadows that were no different from his original body instantly separated and condensed from the distorted air, shooting out in completely different directions to the left, right, and up.
It is difficult to distinguish true from false, and the real and the fake are intertwined!
"Humph, another illusion. Looks like you have no more tricks."
The tall old man's turbid eyes suddenly gleamed with brilliance, like two suddenly lit charcoal flames, penetrating the dim light and firmly locking onto the trajectory of the [Mask]'s overturned true body.
The tall old man had a sharp gaze and rushed forward, smashing through the numerous phantoms!
[Masked] slammed his heels into the ground and crossed his arms.
“clang!”
Two flashes of cold light suddenly burst out from the elbow joint, and two white bone blades popped out!
The tall old man's palm wind had arrived. The moment the bone blade and the flesh palm touched, the sharp blade shattered into pieces, and the splattering blood exploded into a scarlet mist in the air wave.
[Masked] crossed his arms, his whole body trembled, and with a bang, he slid backwards along the ground, and a string of sparks flew from the soles of his shoes.
The tall old man leaped up and chased after him, his footwork suddenly turning and turning, circling around the [Mask], with palm shadows flying in the sky and covering him.
But the [Masked] figure was erratic, swaying left and right, dodging, and the shadow under his feet was rapidly winding.
"Want to escape?!!"
Blood spurted out from between the tall old man's teeth, and his blood was boiling like magma.
Under the activation of the secret technique, the bones all over the body made a teeth-grinding "crunching" sound, and dense blood beads oozed out of the surface of the skin, and the speed increased by half again.
I saw him suddenly bend his waist and shrink his body, like a curled up evil spirit, or like a mandrill leaping across a ravine, with every inch of his muscles compressed to the extreme.
“Swish!”
He swayed and stepped right between the real body of the [Masked] and the twisting shadow under its feet.
He used both arms to punch [Mask] with one punch and the other at the winding shadow behind him, blocking the landing point of [Mask]'s shape-shifting in advance.
As expected, [Mask] failed to change his shape and his right fist missed. The violent force caused ripples in the air.
The other punch kept changing, and he threw three punches in a row. The first punch tore through the airflow and went straight to the temple. The second punch was like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue and locked onto the throat. The third punch, with a roar like thunder, hit the heart directly.
The wind from the fist was so fierce that it blew all the loose hair on [Mask]'s head back.
[Mask] continued to block, and finally seemed to get annoyed. Under the pale mask, a cold sneer came out:
"If I lose a drop of blood, I will die? Come on, I'll let you try it!!!"
[Masked] suddenly dropped all his defenses and punched the tall old man straight in the heart with his right fist.
At the moment when the two afterimages intersected, the fist brushed past the opponent's arm.
"puff!"
Almost at the same moment, a dull impact sound accompanied by the crisp sound of broken ribs exploded in the narrow space.
The tall old man pointed a finger at the [Mask]'s chest, his black nails glowed dimly, and a dark and corrupt poison rushed in madly.
[Mask] threw his fist, rubbed and twisted it, his knuckles flexed and contracted, tearing off the flesh and blood with skin and bones.
"ah--"
The tall old man's face suddenly twisted, he let out a heart-wrenching roar of pain, and the whole person flew backwards like a broken bag.
"Bang!"
The tall old man's back hit the metal pipe wall more than ten meters away heavily. With a loud bang, his entire chest was numb.
Severe pain swept through my body like a tide, stars flashed before my eyes, and my internal organs seemed to be violently mixed up.
A mouthful of blood as thick as sauce and with a strong taste of rust could no longer be suppressed and spurted out of his mouth with a "wow" sound.
He staggered to his feet, and there was a bloody hole in his left chest, his flesh was torn into pieces, and his broken ribs stood out.
The old heart twitched violently in the broken chest, and every beat brought out gurgling blood foam, which was clearly visible between the exposed bones.
The injuries were serious, but not fatal.
"Since I'm not the one who died, then the one who died is...hehehehe!"
The bloodstained face was twisted and spasming due to severe pain, but he managed to force out a creepy grin. His bloodshot eyes were like those of a murderous evil spirit, staring at the motionless figure opposite him.
[Masked] was still standing there, his body straight and his injuries did not look as bad as the tall old man's.
Only a piece of clothing on the chest was torn, revealing a narrow bloody wound deep enough to see the bone.
The skin and flesh at the edge of the wound rolled up, taking on an unnatural gray color.
And in the very center of the eerie crack, there was a shiny black fingernail stuck upside down, and cold air was seeping out from deep within the wound.
Visible to the naked eye, the sticky venom, as thick as ink, was spreading wildly around the nail.
Wherever he passed, the flesh on [Mask]'s chest quickly lost its color, turning black and swollen, emitting a sickening odor of corruption.
Even the blood oozing from the wound coagulated into a sticky black slurry in mid-air, corroding the ground with wisps of green smoke as it dripped.
The jet-black color did not stay on the chest, but as if it had consciousness, it moved upwards along the skin of the neck, crawled over the pale neck, and seeped into the edge of the jaw of the pale mask!
Although it was covered by a mask, it was not difficult to imagine how polluted the face underneath would be.
The tall old man looked at the scene and laughed intermittently:
"[Mask] How do you feel?
This black nail of mine was given to me by the young master himself. It has the power to ‘corrupt blood and corrupt the brain’. It only needs to penetrate into your body and pollute a drop of your blood… hehehe~"
With every word he spoke, blood gushed out of the hole in his chest, but he didn't care. A cruel light flashed in his eyes.
"For warriors below the seventh rank, even gods cannot save them. The poisonous blood will first rot your flesh and then penetrate into your brain!!!"
He grinned, revealing his bloody teeth:
"How is it? Do you feel like your heart is being eaten by countless poisonous insects? Are you starting to have horrible hallucinations in your mind?
This is because the poisonous blood will corrode your mental will as it corrodes your brain marrow."
[Mask] stood there motionless, as if petrified into a statue.
The black and white magatama in the double pupils slowly stopped rotating and became dim.
He did not react at all, as if he was really being swallowed by the horrific illusion as the tall old man said, sinking in the nightmare woven by poisonous blood, and losing perception of everything in the outside world.
The tall old man looked at the unresponsive state of [Mask], and a hint of expected mockery flashed in his cloudy old eyes.
He was not surprised that the other party would fall into such a situation. He knew very well the horror of the "black nails" bestowed by the young master.
What's more, the one who was infected was an evil parasite, which made it even more difficult to resist.
After all, although the evil priest parasites may have some strange and bizarre abilities, because they are constantly influenced by the evil priest, they will become crazy and their mental will will have long been shattered.
The tall old man opened his bloodstained mouth with a grin that showed he was sure of victory.
“Ahem…”
He started coughing violently again, each cough brought out large amounts of blood foam, and his body shook even more violently.
But he held on, moving towards [Mask] step by step.
He slowly stood still, raised his hand to touch [Mask]'s neck, and prepared to break [Mask]'s neck.
The young master made it clear that the parchment scroll must be brought back intact, and as for the [mask], a head would be enough.
The Song family has plenty of means to obtain the secrets they need from the dead.
He stretched out his hand and exerted a little force, and said faintly to the empty air:
"Old Nine, I'm done here, have you found your body?"
As someone who specializes in doing the dirty work for the young master, the tall old man rarely uses his cell phone when doing his work.
The communication chip implanted in the skull is their method of communication - an encrypted channel in a special frequency band that can neither be tracked nor intercepted.
The hunchbacked old man's voice rang directly in the depths of his mind:
"No, he ran very fast, his breath was too weak, we are still looking for..."
The tall old man frowned:
"Don't worry about the body. Go get the parchment scroll first. It's in the safe in the villa. I'm a little injured. You go first.
I have taken the head of [Mask] and will slowly come over to meet you."
"Understood!" The voice in my head responded briefly and then fell silent.
The tall old man hung up the phone and gradually exerted force with his fingers. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his chest.
He lowered his head in horror, a hideous smile frozen on his face.
He saw that inside his shattered chest cavity, the broken bones were covered with spider-web-like black lines at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the turned-out flesh was sizzling and emitting black smoke.
The excruciating pain of thousands of ants gnawing at my heart wrapped around it, and it felt like there were cold poisonous insects wriggling and gnawing in every blood vessel.
What was even more terrifying was that without any warning, countless crazy whispers rang in my ears:
Sharp screams, twisted growls, vicious curses, these sounds drilled into his ear canals like living things, churning wildly in his brain, tearing his sanity into pieces and turning it into horrific illusions.
The tall old man's mind was in a mess: "???"
What the hell?
The current symptoms are very similar to being scratched by black nails~
But...but...how can I tickle myself? ! !
What the hell is this?
(End of this chapter)
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